An offer
The cell is dark and cold with only natural light from the barred window to illuminate the space. The view of the outside says it is some time in the evening. The sunset glistens the sunshine through the barred window to where Greysmith is being thrown to.
As the frame of view is focused on Greysmith, a voice is heard from a dark corner of the cell, “has the apple fallen this far from the tree, Greysmith Park?” “How do you know my name?” As Greysmith eyes the dark silhouette in the corner. “I knew your father. He was a good friend,” the silhouette comes out of the shadow revealing someone we have met. “Misdemeanours: assault, mischief, street racing, and that’s just in the last eight months,” as he measures Greysmith down to size. “I’m not a crook,” replies Greysmith. “No, just enjoying your transgressions,” As he dismisses Greysmith’s claim. “Are you just lost?” he continues. “What is it that you want from me?” Greysmith questions. “My name is Michael Macer, I was the best man at your parents’ wedding. I’m here to give you a path,” Michael informs. “And what path is that?” Greysmith asks. “You have family on Earth in Pyongyang, Coreanihon. Why didn’t you ever try searching for them,” Michael pleads. “I have no family,” admits Greysmith. “You’ll be released tonight. Your mother used to work at a spaceport in Lunar Yokohama. Tell them I sent you,” Michael approaches the door, and as the door opens, he leaves Greysmith in the dark cell.
Greysmith stares from a hill on the outskirts of the colony. It is barren, rocks and moon dust and a few shrubs grow in the badlands. In front of him, about a hundred feet from where he stands at the top, there is a huge crater at the bottom. And across from that, all the way near his horizon, there it is, the Intermil spaceport. He looks towards the sky, there are several starships landing and another several leaving. The music builds as he decidedly runs towards the spaceport. He is seen standing holding a vertical rail as he pierce through the loading door from the back of the small cargo starship as it closes. We see the cargo starship leaving the Moon from its trail, and the big blue marble is in the skies. Our perspective is cut to the racketing interior of the cargo starship, where Greysmith is strapped to a personnel seat as the starship descends to another Intermil spaceport on the suburb of Seoul, Coreanihon. From the port, he is taken on an aerobus to the downtown of Seoul. It is bustling with life and lights. Tall stratoscrapers fill the skyline. “Your stop,” the driver says, as he glides to the elevated platform of the service side road. Greysmith then climbs down the stairs to the streets below. Now on the street level, he is struck with a longing from the experience of being in a city on Earth, a planet he has never been on. It is still day as Greysmith walks through the cherry blossoms pathway by Seokchen Lake. He travels throughout the city ‘til he reaches a night market and orders grilled squids and sits to eat on the outdoor table. The view is closed on his face as we see a loneliness on Greysmith’s face.
