Immediate~C
The Homefront__12
A short trip around the block, and Kelly reached the door to her dorm. She swiped her smart glove over the control pad. She had it synced up with the lock mechanism, hands free opening.
Home sweet home, however tight the quarters were.
For most of her life she had lived in a shared room with her parents and grandparents, as was typical with families. After her parents had moved out to Detroit to assist in the on-going reclamation efforts. She was transferred over to ‘singles housing’.
With co-living programs, it became a basic living necessity to make friends with your roommates. Thankfully the girls Kelly was housed with were nice enough. Nansy in the bunk above her worked as a dental hygienist. Val in the top bunk was coincidentally also in the peace force, though more on the administrative side. Leece in the bunk across was a botanist in hydroponics. Nora, though, had recently left them with a vacant top bunk, after getting engaged to her boyfriend and moving out to Hays.
Most of the singles were young; still trying to figure out relationships, recovering from rocky ones, or more typically just unsure where to take their lives. It seemed the current generation didn’t have nearly as much pressure on them to ‘settle down’. Maybe it was the East Coast mentality leaking out to the inland outposts. Though eventually, you were expected to enter the family life. They had all seen the pamphlets and ads, and not a month would go by without Kelly’s mom nagging her over vidcom about settling down with a man.
As if a man was all she was interested in.
As far as she was concerned, she was happy living the vixen life, and she had no shortage of suitors or suitresses. Mostly casual relationships and friends with benefits. She was still in the prime of her life, and natalism wasn’t exactly something that caught her fancy. That could be left to a better woman.
Their dorm had the usual homely additions. Posters, pictures, any other sentimental or decorative papers covered the walls. Hanging textiles and floor mats gave some nice pops of color to the room. A few small bits of ornamental flora dotted here and there, courtesy of Leece. Between the two sets of bunks was their storage lockers, mini closet, makeup vanity.
Kelly leaned down and inspected her reflection. She brushed the bangs of her shaved pixie cut to the side. Her hair was naturally orange, a genetic fluke most likely inherited from her father’s Irish heritage. Meanwhile her skin tone was a deep tan, taken from her mother’s South Asian descent. After the first few generations, most populations within the outposts homogenized into a general melting pot, though every generation or so there was the odd dormant genetic mutation, as was the case with Kelly.
She took a moment to admire her mesomorph figure. Her outpost-issued undersuit left little to the imagination. She wouldn’t exactly call her build athletic, though periodic peace force training and regular trips to the workout center kept her well in shape.
The Homefront__12
A short trip around the block, and Kelly reached the door to her dorm. She swiped her smart glove over the control pad. She had it synced up with the lock mechanism, hands free opening.
Home sweet home, however tight the quarters were.
For most of her life she had lived in a shared room with her parents and grandparents, as was typical with families. After her parents had moved out to Detroit to assist in the on-going reclamation efforts. She was transferred over to ‘singles housing’.
With co-living programs, it became a basic living necessity to make friends with your roommates. Thankfully the girls Kelly was housed with were nice enough. Nansy in the bunk above her worked as a dental hygienist. Val in the top bunk was coincidentally also in the peace force, though more on the administrative side. Leece in the bunk across was a botanist in hydroponics. Nora, though, had recently left them with a vacant top bunk, after getting engaged to her boyfriend and moving out to Hays.
Most of the singles were young; still trying to figure out relationships, recovering from rocky ones, or more typically just unsure where to take their lives. It seemed the current generation didn’t have nearly as much pressure on them to ‘settle down’. Maybe it was the East Coast mentality leaking out to the inland outposts. Though eventually, you were expected to enter the family life. They had all seen the pamphlets and ads, and not a month would go by without Kelly’s mom nagging her over vidcom about settling down with a man.
As if a man was all she was interested in.
As far as she was concerned, she was happy living the vixen life, and she had no shortage of suitors or suitresses. Mostly casual relationships and friends with benefits. She was still in the prime of her life, and natalism wasn’t exactly something that caught her fancy. That could be left to a better woman.
Their dorm had the usual homely additions. Posters, pictures, any other sentimental or decorative papers covered the walls. Hanging textiles and floor mats gave some nice pops of color to the room. A few small bits of ornamental flora dotted here and there, courtesy of Leece. Between the two sets of bunks was their storage lockers, mini closet, makeup vanity.
Kelly leaned down and inspected her reflection. She brushed the bangs of her shaved pixie cut to the side. Her hair was naturally orange, a genetic fluke most likely inherited from her father’s Irish heritage. Meanwhile her skin tone was a deep tan, taken from her mother’s South Asian descent. After the first few generations, most populations within the outposts homogenized into a general melting pot, though every generation or so there was the odd dormant genetic mutation, as was the case with Kelly.
She took a moment to admire her mesomorph figure. Her outpost-issued undersuit left little to the imagination. She wouldn’t exactly call her build athletic, though periodic peace force training and regular trips to the workout center kept her well in shape.