Paper is an archaic form of communication. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I realized the purpose. A paper note would not be traceable through any communication device.
The paper left a burning sensation in my pocket although it was not on fire. Suspense held me on the edge of my seat. When we were dismissed from the workday, I immediately boarded transit to my new apartment.
The walls are bare and grey. A comm came through the port.
DINNER. 7 PM. ADAMANTHE
A demand, not a request. It has been many days since we have seen each other outside of work. The distance gave the time and space to get my priorities in order.
I had visited the public library and did some research of my own. There was not a vast amount of information regarding the Founder. Just as little information about the dealings of the Overseers.
The Elitist ceremony was now a month away. Would the Overseer live long enough?
As I entered my new building, I felt as though I was forgetting something crucial.
Once alone in the lavatory, I withdrew the paper from my pocket.
GALACTIC WAR. WORLD COLLAPSES. WHERE WILL YOU BE WHEN LIFE AS WE KNOW IT ENDS? THE ARC.
Noah was asking me to board The Arc with him. It was a few month away from lunch. It's first stop was the blue planet that neighbored ours. To our knowledge, it was uninhabited but in the habitable zone or would be in a few hundred years time.
The arc was outfitted for generations to be able to live comfortably. My curiosity was peaked; who else was going to board the ship and colonize the blue planet?
I stared at my reflection a moment too long. Dressing deliberately, I was ready to attend dinner with Adamnthe. I decided to ask him a plethora of questions, in hopes he would have honest answers.