It was the year 2370. Looking up into the purple sky, you were greeted with traffic on the same level you could have seen on ground in the 21st century. Houses, jet-packs, aeroplanes and more battled for a pocket of space. For decades now, people travelled anywhere they needed using the Everboard, and anywhere you went was tracked from this, letting out a ‘bleep’ that only the most sensitive ears could hear. However travelling anywhere you weren’t supposed to be would alert every member of society assigned to controlling this - for London, this was probably about half the town.
Despite the rather extreme precautions, one man luckily enough, did have sensitive ears. Robar - the most skilled kleptomaniac you will ever meet, and also the most wanted. Anything you could think of, he’d stolen. From jewellery to a hot air balloon to a giraffe, there remained only one thing - the King’s very own gold plated Lamborghini. This would be the nearest to impossible feat, but Robar had had years of practise - the amazing bounty on his head wasn’t there for no reason, and he could likely do it without breaking a sweat. The only way to do it would be to ditch the Everboard and take on the traditional form of travel - on foot.
Robar peered around the concrete wall, feeling not the slightest bit anxious when seeing the guard. The car was just around the corner, and once he made it past him. he was there. The guard was gliding back and forth on his Everboard, and Robar could hear the small bleeps.
Deciding the best means was action, Robar let out a whistle, causing the Guard to quickly perk up and head towards him. The bleeps became louder and louder until the Guard was almost right around the wall. At the last second, Robar flicked out his wrist and sent the Guard flying. He quickly rounded the corner, seeing the car and heading towards it with a speed that would put Usain Bolt to shame. He managed to open the golden door and slide in, pressing the button to start the electric supercar.
With numerous Guards now coming towards Robar, he had to balance speed and agility in order to reverse the expensive car without damaging it. The quantity of bleeps was continuously increasing, yet Robar still kept his cool. He slammed down the accelerator, deciding the best way out was the way he came in. He drove through the multitude of Guards, each one attempting to get out of the way fast enough. He never took his foot off the pedal. The only thing making him wince was hearing the Guards’ Everboards scratch the car.
Soon he was out of the palace, and the London population were greeted with a
deafening siren and a blinding gold Lamborghini. It seemed like Robar would accomplish the impossible feat until a flashing light appeared on his dashboard. Low electricity. Robar had been so close to getting away but he had forgotten the main problem with electric cars - after all, it had been decades since anyone had used one.
Taking a deep breath, Robar took a sharp turn off the main road, and kept on
doing so until he was in a back alley of London. He quickly turned off the car and slipped out, before running as fast as possible away from where he came. Having an Everboard would have been extremely helpful at this time, as he could hear the bleeps getting louder.
Suddenly he felt a sharp prick in his left calf, and felt all feeling and warmth get sucked out of him. His mind became drowsy, his vision spotty, and he stumbled to the ground. The cold dirt pressed against his face as he felt himself be overcome with darkness.
When Robar awoke, he was exactly where he had left off. Face down in the dirt. However, now a layer of glass separated his features from the ground - he was completely suited up. Using all his strength, he lifted his head to see where he was. For as far as the eye could see - nothing. He was in the middle of nowhere, desolate hills with no signs of life, and this was something not capable with Earth's immense population.
Shifting his eyes to look up into the sky, he was met with the sight of our planet in space. He wasn’t on it. Suddenly a crackly voice came through, ricocheting in his helmet. “Welcome to Planet 350. the exoplanet millions of light years away from Earth; the exoplanet where it rains diamonds. This will be your klepto-heaven.”
Despite the rather extreme precautions, one man luckily enough, did have sensitive ears. Robar - the most skilled kleptomaniac you will ever meet, and also the most wanted. Anything you could think of, he’d stolen. From jewellery to a hot air balloon to a giraffe, there remained only one thing - the King’s very own gold plated Lamborghini. This would be the nearest to impossible feat, but Robar had had years of practise - the amazing bounty on his head wasn’t there for no reason, and he could likely do it without breaking a sweat. The only way to do it would be to ditch the Everboard and take on the traditional form of travel - on foot.
Robar peered around the concrete wall, feeling not the slightest bit anxious when seeing the guard. The car was just around the corner, and once he made it past him. he was there. The guard was gliding back and forth on his Everboard, and Robar could hear the small bleeps.
Deciding the best means was action, Robar let out a whistle, causing the Guard to quickly perk up and head towards him. The bleeps became louder and louder until the Guard was almost right around the wall. At the last second, Robar flicked out his wrist and sent the Guard flying. He quickly rounded the corner, seeing the car and heading towards it with a speed that would put Usain Bolt to shame. He managed to open the golden door and slide in, pressing the button to start the electric supercar.
With numerous Guards now coming towards Robar, he had to balance speed and agility in order to reverse the expensive car without damaging it. The quantity of bleeps was continuously increasing, yet Robar still kept his cool. He slammed down the accelerator, deciding the best way out was the way he came in. He drove through the multitude of Guards, each one attempting to get out of the way fast enough. He never took his foot off the pedal. The only thing making him wince was hearing the Guards’ Everboards scratch the car.
Soon he was out of the palace, and the London population were greeted with a
deafening siren and a blinding gold Lamborghini. It seemed like Robar would accomplish the impossible feat until a flashing light appeared on his dashboard. Low electricity. Robar had been so close to getting away but he had forgotten the main problem with electric cars - after all, it had been decades since anyone had used one.
Taking a deep breath, Robar took a sharp turn off the main road, and kept on
doing so until he was in a back alley of London. He quickly turned off the car and slipped out, before running as fast as possible away from where he came. Having an Everboard would have been extremely helpful at this time, as he could hear the bleeps getting louder.
Suddenly he felt a sharp prick in his left calf, and felt all feeling and warmth get sucked out of him. His mind became drowsy, his vision spotty, and he stumbled to the ground. The cold dirt pressed against his face as he felt himself be overcome with darkness.
When Robar awoke, he was exactly where he had left off. Face down in the dirt. However, now a layer of glass separated his features from the ground - he was completely suited up. Using all his strength, he lifted his head to see where he was. For as far as the eye could see - nothing. He was in the middle of nowhere, desolate hills with no signs of life, and this was something not capable with Earth's immense population.
Shifting his eyes to look up into the sky, he was met with the sight of our planet in space. He wasn’t on it. Suddenly a crackly voice came through, ricocheting in his helmet. “Welcome to Planet 350. the exoplanet millions of light years away from Earth; the exoplanet where it rains diamonds. This will be your klepto-heaven.”