THE CITY IS ALIVE. IT IS EATING US FROM WITHIN.UNDERNEATH THE ROARING MACHINE RUNS ITS SLEEPLESS COGS CONTROLLED FROM ABOVE.THIS IS A STORY OF A MAN WHO BROKE FREE. THE INFINITE WALKER, SARYU MAKAAI.
Long distant memories of childhood and fun. Friends that grew up together but lost due to consequences of unawareness. Unawareness of lack of youth, lack of studies, lack of input and rebelliousness against people that care. Eyes that were once filled with joy and carelessness have become dull and hollow husks of what used to be. Saryu walks in the land of Koios, an island of technological wonders and a place where dreams come true or so they say. Reality is often cruel. As Saryu walks through the streets of Koios, a soulless parade engulfs him from behind. Dead or alive one truly never knows. Eyes just as soulless as him. Wearing clothes of organizations that own them. Enveloped in constant entertainment and a state of satisfaction, they lie in a slumber so deep that even if stirred, their awakening would be feeble and powerless. They are kept entranced, rendering them too weak to muster any resistance.
Saryu enters a cold building filled to the brim with cubes of people overworked and send home with no energy to complain nor care for their loved ones. "Another suicide" Saryu asks to his boss as he stares at the shattered glass. Nepotism reigns supreme; the boss, a kin to the president, luxuriates in the ability to leisurely cross legs, stretch arms, and rise intermittently. From this vantage point, he casually gazes downward, beholding the outward beauty of the city with a sense of entitlement. "Does it look like any of your concern?" he sits down smokes a cigar and asks "You know if you work a few more years, you will get a decent job in sector A, and I would give the f*cking job to you, if you're attitude is a bit better". Saryu stares at him. "I will work hard". The boss stands as his huge belly comes up seconds after he stood. He clearly wears a wig but he has had employees beaten for merely looking. He goes towards the huge portrait of the president in his office.
Varascicho Hodinsky, a man whose kindness resonates and whose very presence demands respect, stands out with his slicked-back blonde hair, youthful allure, and piercing blue eyes. Daring to defy conventions, he consistently adorns himself in tuxedos of any hue but black. The entire nation comes to a standstill every Saturday as he takes centre stage for a riveting half-hour special on Channel 14. In these moments, he passionately addresses the nation, delving into both the formidable challenges and compelling solutions he envisions. In the grand theatre of leadership, there exists no one more fitting to guide the nation than Varascicho Hodinsky
The boss's eyes tearing up as he begins to speak "What a perfect young man, he will lead this nation to such great heights, even though the great period of my youth is over, I still wish to be like him". Saryu stares at the portrait - "Me as well". The boss looks at Saryu being sure to wipe off the look of disgust in his face "Now give the report and get the fuck out yeah? We will talk soon"
Saryu walks to his cube to find stacks of reports he wasn't assigned, but they are his for the doing. He has learned his place in this unforgiving machine. There is a feeling. The feeling of being given a soul and having it be slowly shredded away to nothing. This is what he feels every day. Is it over when you don't do things that you are told in your youth or is there something much bigger waiting for you in life.
12 hours of tedious work to complete his daily deadline. As the lines between work and life blur into a nightmarish continuum of exhaustion, he realizes that time to think usually means less time to sleep anyways. As he walks off to his space, he is followed by others like him broken and ruined, time only to eat and rest as the cycle continues. A shattering of glass is heard as he turns around to see another dead, far from him. Voices surround Saryu "there are so many windows that are broken, why the fuck didn't he jump from one of them?!" "Probably because he just wanted people to notice" "miserable f*ck". Saryu has gotten used to this. Is he wrong to ignore this man at his final moment or are people inherently evil? . "Is there any sense to delve in this nonsense. I must get going before I lose any more time" Saryu thinks as he walks through the city.
Neon lights and music create a vibrant spectacle, enveloping the bustling streets of Inner Koios as the population floods in. The city's heart is adorned with a waterfall cascading from the Terra Moćan, the seat of power where President Hodinsky resides. Towering corporations showcase their dominance through advertisements saturating both air and sky. Tourists capture the spectacle, aiming to portray the dream that is Koios to the outside world. Amidst the lively scene, Saryu makes his way to the hydrorail station. Children, their eyes brimming with hope and dreams, dart past him, with a teacher in hot pursuit. "F*ck around for a few more years, and you'll find out yourself" he remarks, nonchalantly strolling into the waiting train.
As Saryu enters the train the only two people present in it stare at him as he sits down. Only two hoodlums in today, one dressed in bandanas and torn clothes and the other one is torn t-shirt and shorts. It is uncommon for a person who works in Inner Koios to stay in Outer Koios but Saryu has reasons for his unusual place of means. In the Capital, the best he can acquire is a Capsule, but the absence of safety can afford him a complete room in the Outer. A realm where the weight of insecurity presses heavily on his mind, yet his limbs find liberation in unrestricted movement.
As the train departs, we see the illuminated skies of Inner Koios fade away. As the train moves it increases speed to the point where even windows are automatically shut down due to the hazardous wind during these speeds. An automated message begins "PREPARING FOR HYDRO RAIL ALL PASSENGERS HOLD ON". The train has gone off the track. The metro's fusion engines are pushed to the point where we can hear it cry. As Saryu looks from outside the window- the train isn't touching the water and yet due to the speed it is surrounded by water that has been pierced from the front of the train. The "NEXT STOP IS Scrap Town, OUTER KOIOS". Far from Inner Koios rests the residential areas of Outer Koios. Smell of sewage in the ocean fills up the hydro rail as it quickly nears its destination. Beautiful skies and lush oceans filled with abundant life and beauty that exists only in between of these two regions cease to exist in the blink of an eye as a grime and dull reality of the Outer Koios sets in. Pale oceans filled with sewage and floating waste with smell only an Outer Koiosan can stand as we see the scenery is overwhelmed by heaps of scrap and organic wastes from both sides as stray animals scavenge for edibles and game. The hydrorail connects with the station rail which is further away from the station. This is due to the fact that the train's speed is being slowed down by Slow-ga rail. Slow- ga rails have long spikes every 30 cm, which upon impact with the padding at the bottom of the hydrorail, retracts down to the rail. This decelerates the train before it arrives at the station. "WE HAVE ARRIVED AT Scrap Town, OUTER KOIOS. PLEASE EXIT THE HYDRORAIL CAREFULLY".
 Saryu steps down to the platform. As he notices the two hoodlums get off here as well. Something is wrong. As he impatiently exits the station. Night light is low as the street lights are either dim or broken. As he walks, hoodlums in the street start paying attention to him and his uniform. Glares from the ones he can see and the ones in the shadows cover him as the street lights flicker while the vendors pull down their metallic shutters as they know that being imprudent in the nights of Outer Koios may as well cost their lives.
Two boys frolic atop a rocky mountain with a heavenly view of mountain ranges peeking through a sea of clouds.
"What do you want to be when u grow up, Saryu"
"What do I want? Ha, I want to be free of course"
"I meant like being a doctor or engineer. Didn't think your stupid ass will go all philosophical, idiot"
"Oi, you still there shit head?". Bloodied and bruised. "Ay man, we just threw and fire extinguisher at your head. I thought since you were pretty fit looking for a corporate trash. You could take it." Breathing…. breathing heavy. Nose clogged with blood. Saryu pries his mouth open as he utters "Please take my money. None of my organs. I can't die here". One of the hoodlums looks at him as if he is about to burst laughing. "Wow Taz, do u see this? This what the Inner f*cks have thought of us. Of course, we don't want your organs". A sharp kick to the stomach. Saryu coughs up blood. Taz pushes him off. "Stop acting decent, Rola. We used to sell organs years ago. Of course, the Outer scums can't afford it but selling to the rich inner shits gave us a living until artificial organ harvesting became a thing". Saryu cries of relief. Taz suddenly changes. His calmness gone and his eyes turned red yet his face shows composure and understanding. "However, if you don't turn it over then I will torture you with every tool and saw I have and then I will mutilate your dead body until-" "I get it...please take it all".
Tears fill his eyes as he contemplates ending his own life, the despair evident in his eyes. This moment signifies the culmination of his struggles. Walking with the weight of five years' work lost, he glances ahead, catching the red glares from the goggles of distant bandits. Their watchful eyes add an unsettling tone to his weary stroll towards his compound. In the ominous depths of the alley, he gazes upon his compound door looming at its conclusion. A looming, verdant behemoth of a dustbin stands sentinel on the side, while a chilling trail of blood paints a sinister story on the wall behind it.
As he cautiously follows the chilling trail of blood, it leads him to a disturbing discovery. At the culmination of the alley, where the ominous journey seemed to conclude, lies a lifeless body. The deceased figure, adorned a distinctive attire branded with the mark of an assassin, clutches a sniper rifle tightly. The eeriness of the scene is heightened by the presence of a silent, yet ominous, cell phone nearby. The air grows heavier with the weight of unanswered questions, leaving him standing in the alley, grappling with the mysterious tableau before him.
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