[ WP ] Years after all planes and ships are retired due to the perfection of long-distance teleportation , a derelict vessel shows up in what used to be a harbor .

He grabbed his phone for the fifth time that morning to silence the alarm, which would only come to life again a few minutes later to bring back him from the edge of sleep. One last glance at the screen had finally prompted him to get out of bed. “ Damn it. ” He whispered with a dry throat. The time, 6:40 A.M, shined brightly on the screen before dimming. A note attached to it read: “ One step at a time. ” Months ago, he promised to start waking up sooner, and it ’ s evident as the alarm was set for 6:00 A.M. 
 Laying there looking at the ceiling, thinking of what to wear and whether or not he really needs this job, he finally comes to and rolls out of bed. Checking the forecast, cloudy and rainy – as always when it comes to Seattle. He swiped it left, displaying weather in another city: Minneapolis, Minnesota. Cold and cloudy. As he crossed the wall-to-wall bathroom mirror, which should have been cut short but the owners prior decided not to, he couldn ’ t help but look at himself, a bit narcissistic - yet he hid it well. Tall, 6 ’ 2, caramel colored skin that covered a slim build due to never eating enough, his head on the sides were tapered, and up-top featured black hair of short length that is dense and curly. Running his hands over his cheeks, almost admiringly, checking whether or not he needs to shave, the jaw muscles could be felt as the skin hugged tightly - new growth. Opening a medicine cabinet, placing a small black face towel on a grey granite top near the ebony black sink, he placed a fancy looking safety razor on top which was followed by 3 other skin care products which looked to be related to shaving before proceeding to shower. Once out, he shaved and hastily placed them back into the cabinet in the same order they were taken out and quickly grabbed his typical office attire: A grey polo, black pants which were slim fitting and a dark grey mock neck sweater which he never wore buttoned up. It would almost seem that his style of dress mimicked the weather itself. Though, he always came off as emotionless and jaded. He liked that, it gave him an air of mystery about himself that constantly left others wondering and guessing. One last mental check, 
 
 * “ Vape, cell phone, keys, wallet... ” * He thought. He slid on some black derby shoes and left. 
 
 
 
 A reminder flashed on his phone reminding him to “ bring a lunch. ” Shrugging, figuring he ’ d just buy something in the cafeteria. * “ I ’ ll do it tomorrow. ” * he thought as he pressed a button on an object within his pocket which raised the garage door revealing a dark grey, two doored vehicle, it resembled a predator whose stance was to attack. It looked like a muscle car from the late 60s but modernized, and to life it came with another press of a button. 
 Despite being a modern vehicle he took not many options, he felt real drivers didn ’ t need fancy electronics in cars; it only takes away from ones attention which should always be on the road. The electronic clock within the radio screen displayed 8:49 A.M. The clock has always been an hour ahead or behind, he just never decided to change it. Maybe tomorrow. 
 
 
 
 He was running late, and he needed to get to the Omni-Station before cut off time. Even though he lived in Seattle, WA, he worked in hundreds of miles away in Minnesota. Thanks to advances in transportation technology this allowed for one to travel across the country in as little as a blink of an eye. However, the only drawback was it could only be done twice per day, anymore and bad things happen; something about organic molecular degradation, he never paid attention in the safety course one is required to take before using. Due to these advances, transportation via boat, plane or train became second choice and eventually, they were phased out completely. Since Omni-Stations could transport anything, they were fitted for both transportation of living things and bigger more massive ones for transportation of goods and material. Due to the massive power demands, human transportation was cut off at approximately 0800 hours military time. He had 11 minutes to get there. It was a 15 minute drive, but there was a short cut he could take, through the docks. With a hard yank to the shifter, he put the car into sport mode, commanding the full attention and power of it at his desire. The exhaust roared as he floored it in his lowest gear, the tachometer bouncing off the red. A near miss here, he almost got caught by a red light. There is no time to stop, he needs to get to work, although he was feeling to the contrary this morning, he needs his job. The large massive walls were coming up on the horizon; since the Omni-Station, people were not allowed to see the things of the past. Beaches and lakes and things like these are simulated. A massive wall went along the entire edge of the country. 
 
 
 “ Shit! ” He yelled, going much too fast. He totally over shot his short cut – a hidden entry, and lost control, and eventually the car came to a stop in the middle of a massive shipyard. It was empty. Massive, hundred feet high walls hid it from the populace. The look of the open water made him feel uneasy on the inside. He got out of his car to check for damage, and then when he tried to turn it back on. It wouldn ’ t start. 
 
 
 Then came the horn, the noise they were told to never follow. It came from the distance, somewhere far away, but it got nearer with each repeat. His heart rate raised, and as an object begin to make shape in the distance he could do nothing but watch in horror as it approached. 
 
 To be continued. ( Sorry emergency came up! I will finish the rest shortly!! ) 
 
 
 
 
 

