The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 42: Filler

“Yummy,” Loki muttered as he took a bite out of his steak. He and Mr. Mo was sitting at a large table that was situated at a pavilion. Many other residents of the snowy settlement were also eating, and all the food had been prepared on a giant grill created by Dr. Aston. Using the plentiful resources of the north (one reason why Mr. Mo settled here), they managed to mine plenty of oil and metal, allowing them to build a fabricator.

Surrounding Loki were many troublemakers, troglodytes, and terrorizers of the innocent. They didn’t have much going for them except bothering others, and hurting people. Although there weren’t many of them at Terran High, they were still plentiful.

“They only turned to Mr. Mo because he was an adult. They had no one else to turn to. Back at Terran High they hated him just because he did his job. Even though THEY were the ones in the wrong,” Loki thought, taking another bite out of his steak, “I wasn’t a Grade-A student. Or a role model like the valedictorian Aurora, but, at least I had something going for me.”

Loki solemnly took a drink from his water jar.

“I’m a little mad that I can’t finish the last chapter since I’ve been brought here. Maybe I’ll find another way to finish it some other time.”

As Loki ate his food he looked at the blue Obelisk which hung over the mountain peak. It looked so ominous and foreboding…

“I know what you’re thinking,” Mr. Mo whispered to Loki, “But I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“If you’ve never seen anything like it, do you think we should investigate it?” Loki asked.

“No, probably not. There could be lots of danger at a place like that. We’ll have to master the tundra before anything else,” Mr. Mo stated, “Which will be difficult due to the lack of crops.”

As the two eat, Mr. Mo laughs a little.

“Ahh, I find it funny that you of all people are the one I like the most here in this place. The kid with the worst grade in all of 12th grade…”

“Hey don’t bring that up man!” Loki shot back, flustered.

“Aw I’m sorry Loki, ya’ know I didn’t mean it. You’re a smart kid, Loki. I’m glad you’re on my side.”

Mr. Mo clenched his fists again.

“You know, your stories remind me of something…”

Loki stared at the implant that was engraved in Mr. Mo’s wrist. He didn’t know what it did, nor did he know what the implant that he had did. Everyone else did something. Brad could blind people and some other kid could extend his nose whenever he told a lie (something he thought was really cool).

But for some reason, Loki and Mr. Mo’s implants didn’t really serve a purpose.

Darkness soon began to consume the tundras, as the Sun dipped below the horizon. Everyone begins to head off to the cabins to go to sleep, and Loki is last, watching the expansive, snowy plains with wonder. Off in the distance, a pack of wolves roam. Loki smiles at the sight, a reminder of his past stories engraved still in his mind.

With that, Loki headed to bed.