…as the driver left the Athradu tribe, cold and dry mountain wind blowing through the gap of the window. His dirty hooded outfit somewhat broken, the hood is hanging behind his back. He ignoring the coolness on the back of his neck, holding steering wheel tightly while his crunchy car barely driving through undulating hills.
The finely paved road extends from the horizon, with unknown beacons on both sides of the road, representing the brainchild of Neo Eden technology enterprise. For ordinary civilians, these are products that are very difficult to understand.
The driver look to the signal of beacons. Their shiny symbols point the direction to the capital of Neo Eden. He turns up the wheel and follow the instruction. The road going south is much straighter than before, he used this transportation web to carry passengers and luggage around.
Checkpoint, TURN LEFT
the beacons show a new instruction, which means he’s closing to the border. A fully armored security standing in the checkpoint. Waits to check next visitor. Compared with other traffic rush hours, there is less traffic at this moment, which is convenient for passage and traveling.
“STOP!”
The security using higher speech tone to ask him to stop his car.
The driver pulls over his car, rolls down the window.
“Nice to see you again, officer! Here, this is my pass.”
A strong but slightly pale arm sticks out of the car window. Holding a high-tech pass that doesn’t match his appearance.
The security skilled scanning his pass with checker. The screen immediately displays the driver’s profile:
Eisen
Age: 44
Race: Not Registered
Profession: Taxi Driver
Registration Area: Neo Eden
“And we have an additional check today, please remove your hair from your eyes.”
The driver, Eisen opens his grey bangs and asks the security: “May I ask about what happened?”
A cyan laser light entered his dark brown eye. The security examinates the result and said: “Nothing, just a regular routine. Don’t think too much.”
“Well, the results are all fine, now you can pass.”
“All right, Sir.” Eisen restarts the engine, a cloud of smoke spewed out from the exhaust pipe, reveals the beginning of the next journey.