BY GRACE L.
August 22, 2156. Atlantis.
“Citizens of Atlantis! Today we are celebrating the 25th anniversary of our city. Tonight there will be special festival to celebrate at Singing Sparrow Plaza! Everyone is invited!” The announcement vibrated throughout the crowd, invoking excitement. Holograms of Psych appeared from the tattoos on hands, friends arranging to attend the festival together. Jax stood at the edge of the boisterous crowd, glancing at his own tattoo. It was the symbol of Atlantis, a key, with extravagant designs adorning the sides. It stood for knowledge, freedom, and ability. Every citizen in Atlantis has one. The key blinked blue, and suddenly projected a hologram.
New message received
“Open message,” was the only response Jax gave.
Are you going to the festival? I heard that they are giving out free prizes! Can you come with me, please?
Jax was not amused. He still had homework to finish, due tomorrow. He didn’t have time to go and play when there was a test coming up. Arvid could find someone; he didn’t have time. “Reply,” Jax muttered.