They say every idea starts out pure. I've never quite believed that. I believe that every idea reflects the person who though of it. So if you're an evil man, you ideas will be evil. If you're an innocent child your ideas will be innocent. But no, no matter how you cut it, no idea is ever pure. Take mine for example. Revenge. Maybe it's pure in it's hate. But I feel like it festers and oozes in my heart.
--From the Journal of Elizabeth Crow
March 23, 1734
The heat was oppressive. It was like it had a physical weight. It pressed down on weary travelers and on villagers alike. There was no escaping it. It crouched in the shade. It lurked inside darkened houses. It smothered you in it's weightlessness.
"Aww, Hell." Elizabeth Crow cursed. She whipped the flight cap off her pink hair. She ran a careless hand over the wet, stringy, mess of her hair. Sweat poured off the woman in buckets. She slapped the hat back on and drank deep from her water bottle.
"You're cursing me ain't ya?!" Liz, as her friends called her shouted at the sky. "You just can't leave me in peace!" She took a deep breath and sighed. It was no use shouting at the sky. If any God existed, it was only to mock her and her sad quest for revenge. Ma had always told her daughter the One God didn't like people blaspheming his name and going against His Word.
Liz flipped off the sky just in case the One God was watching. Screw him. It's not he had ever done anything to help her. Then again, she had always been swearing and getting into fights and not behaving very lady like ever since she was born. Maybe that was why she was being punished and those around her were suffering for it.
Liz kept her head low and she shambled off down the road. The weight of the rifle on her back was a reminder of her task. It was also making her sweat more. "Punishment." She snorted. "Sounds 'bout right."
A few hours later as the sun was finally sliding down the sky and the heat was beginning to remove it's weight, the town came into view. It was a beacon in a field of grass. A shinning light for sore feet and tired eyes. It lit up the sky in a haze of blue electricity as flows arced from the power plant next to a running river into the village to feed hungry houses. The warm blue light allowed Liz to relax slightly. It meant civilization, warm food, a cool drink, and a decent place to sleep.
The spire from the power plant shot off electricity into the sky creating a web of energy. The flows of the arcs connected to spires on individual houses. The web eliminated the need to street lights in the city proper. It was easy enough to tell the inn in a small town like this. It was the building which had the tallest spire, other than the power plant. In larger cities, you can go off spire size because the wealthier you are the more power you get.
Once there was an idea of free energy, but it was only just a dream. Wealth and power buy you electricity. Electricity grants you luxuries and more power. It was a cycle that kept the rich rich and the poor, poor. Liz never liked it, even though her family was wealthy enough by small town standards.
Liz opened the door to the inn. There were only a few people seated at the bar, getting an early start. They all turned and looked at her when she came in. She knew they started with her pink hair, worked their way down past her leather flight jacket to her trousers and back up. Their looks were disapproving. Should could almost hear their thoughts. 'Why is a girl dressed up like a man?' Where is her escort, is she a harlot? Maybe she's looking for a bed warmer?' Puh-lease.
Liz rolled her eyes, ignored the men and walked up to the counter. "I need a single room for the night." She placed a silver piece on the counter. "And a warm meal."
The innkeeper accepted the money. "Room 7. No guests. The rest will get you some mutton and soup." The innkeeper handed her the key and tucked the money away.
"Thanks." Liz smiled honestly at him. She wouldn't get any trouble from any of the men here tonight all because of the innkeeper. She took the proffered key and headed up stairs to clean off before getting her food.