Connecticut Dateline Substories

The "Introductions" section is a great place to start!



Life wasn't fair for those on the ground. Those in the air flew freely. They would look down, but there was no reason for them to descend. The view was better from above. Few people really appreciated playing second-fiddle to the geometry which bound them. Flying was simpler and superior.

Connecticut, land of New England. A place where the light of civilization burned not as candle or flame. It hummed, the unceasing drone of an irritated fluorescent beam past eight o'clock. The towns and cities roared, patchwork asphalt drawing humanity's veins across an only slightly-used Earth.

All people blurred the lines, each having their own problems, but never all of them at once.

One person paused in mid-air. Wind stalled in her proverbial sails, and she realized what she was looking at. Words failed her, yet she sternly held her own arm, hand splayed open.

"You have to help." She saw each individual, confined by boundaries and lines which blinded them from those around themselves. She knew what the future looked like when all these people went ignored, when they ceased to exist.