Alisa Katz had a normal life until her sixteenth birthday. That was when the war started. It wasn't any different than predicted; Chine and the US were having a trade disagreement. And on the day of her birth, September 18th, the US cut off all trade agreements. Progressive politics in the United States had become more and more popular. Free trade had reached an all time high. The American economy began its collapse about three years prior. Outsourcing had decimated even the service sector; over fifty percent of the American population was currently unemployed. The streets of the cities were a crime haven. The Socialist Party thrived. Millions of Americans were joining solely on its stance to end free trade. The Party, as it was called, wanted to end all trade agreements, returning America to industrial self sufficiency. That year, the year Alli turned sixteen, the Socialist Party nominee for president won. The first thing he did(yes, still only white men in the white house..) was dismantle all trade agreements. China, still the number one manufacturer for the US, took this as a slap in the face. ALl diplomatic channels were immediately closed. In fact, the US, by withdrawing from the WTO, in fact split the world in two. Joining with America were the other countries that had embraced the TSP, mostly Europe and Sub-Saharan Africa. Mexico, however, was stringently capitalist. China, seeing this as an opening to get closer to the US, secretly installing nuclear missiles in Mexico. It only took six months before a Mexican coup took over the facility. The militant organization decided to use its power to take out a major American city.
She had lived in New York City her entire life. When things turned bad, her parents just bought guns. They would not move. Her family believed that the city was the best thing about America. And to her, it was. She loved walking the streets, even if it was way too dangerous for a girl her age. And that's what she was doing when it happened. Walking. It was Times Square, or what was left of it. The boards were dark now, electricity cost too much and advertising was illegal. She loved to walk there, to look at what was left of the capitalist world she was born into. Boarded up stores, dilapidated buildings. The red light district had returned, and prostitutes lined the streets. She was walking, crossing 42nd street when there was a flash. The light was blinding, and Alli, then still a high school teen jumped directly into what had been the 42nd street subway station. Tumbling down the stairs didn't hurt, in fact, nothing did anymore. As she fell, the street above was annihilated. Melted. Turned to soot. What she didn't dawn on her that moment, or even many of the moments after that was that had she still been in NY, she'd be dead already.
Alli came out of her stupor with a terrible headache. Her hand came up to her head as she began to straighten her legs. Sitting up was hard. Pushing off the floor seemed impossible. Her hands kept falling through it, she thought. It was too dark to tell what she was sitting on. Where she was. So she just let herself fall back onto the floor.
It didn't dawn on her until she felt the glass in her back. She was on a bar. Sitting up slowly, Alli looked around. Right, then left. It was empty...the room she had found herself in. From the dark windows and chairs up on tables, she figured it was night. How had she ended up in a bar" And not just any bar but such an oppulant one...with a fireplace and piano, tables and booths. How did she get here from the dark room she was just in" Carefully she pushed off the bar, standing on the floor in front of her. She went to walk to the break. Her feet caught something on the floor, a glass or other random object and she stumbled. Her arms went out to brace herself and— she went right through it. It was an odd feeling. A rushing in her ears, a speed up of her heart. She couldn't breath, couldn't think as she passed through the matter. Once on the other side she turned to look. A hand came out to rest uppon what she nwo knew to be a hollogram. And it rested there. It was solid.
Alli's face was the picture of suprise. Something strange was going on.
She had lived in New York City her entire life. When things turned bad, her parents just bought guns. They would not move. Her family believed that the city was the best thing about America. And to her, it was. She loved walking the streets, even if it was way too dangerous for a girl her age. And that's what she was doing when it happened. Walking. It was Times Square, or what was left of it. The boards were dark now, electricity cost too much and advertising was illegal. She loved to walk there, to look at what was left of the capitalist world she was born into. Boarded up stores, dilapidated buildings. The red light district had returned, and prostitutes lined the streets. She was walking, crossing 42nd street when there was a flash. The light was blinding, and Alli, then still a high school teen jumped directly into what had been the 42nd street subway station. Tumbling down the stairs didn't hurt, in fact, nothing did anymore. As she fell, the street above was annihilated. Melted. Turned to soot. What she didn't dawn on her that moment, or even many of the moments after that was that had she still been in NY, she'd be dead already.
Alli came out of her stupor with a terrible headache. Her hand came up to her head as she began to straighten her legs. Sitting up was hard. Pushing off the floor seemed impossible. Her hands kept falling through it, she thought. It was too dark to tell what she was sitting on. Where she was. So she just let herself fall back onto the floor.
It didn't dawn on her until she felt the glass in her back. She was on a bar. Sitting up slowly, Alli looked around. Right, then left. It was empty...the room she had found herself in. From the dark windows and chairs up on tables, she figured it was night. How had she ended up in a bar" And not just any bar but such an oppulant one...with a fireplace and piano, tables and booths. How did she get here from the dark room she was just in" Carefully she pushed off the bar, standing on the floor in front of her. She went to walk to the break. Her feet caught something on the floor, a glass or other random object and she stumbled. Her arms went out to brace herself and— she went right through it. It was an odd feeling. A rushing in her ears, a speed up of her heart. She couldn't breath, couldn't think as she passed through the matter. Once on the other side she turned to look. A hand came out to rest uppon what she nwo knew to be a hollogram. And it rested there. It was solid.
Alli's face was the picture of suprise. Something strange was going on.