Episode 1: Irony in the wasteland
Another hot sweaty day as Slick and I hobble through the waste lands in search of electronics to trade for food. As I hobble along, I think that you have to smile at the irony of life. My rich parents were lost in a freak bird accident in our flying car. I was lucky as the accident only left me short one leg. Lucky – sort of. That accident not only stripped me of my family, but it changed my whole way of life. When I was injured I was thrown out of Metro with the trash into the wastelands.
Now 3 years later, I scavenge to survive with my best friend -a fox bird- I call Slick. Slick kept me alive in this dump by finding food in Metro’s waste before I figured out how to live in the wasteland. Believe it or not, I am not alone. Metro has many rejects or as they say “jects” scattered all over the sprawling wasteland.
I grew up rich and comfortable. My parents had both been ruling elites in Metro that backed a zero tolerance for the weak and disabled. Now I find myself with the other jects searching through Metro’s trash to survive.
My name is Aditi, which my dad said came from an ancient tongue that meant unimpaired. Pretty funny right for a girl with only one leg? Worse, or perhaps funnier, my missing foot still itches!
But my Mom says Aditi is actually Sanskrit for “free” - I guess I am free out here to do as I please. I please, of course, to find waste with some value left in it so Slick and I don’t starve to death.













