Steam 3 I woke up exactly when I wanted to, the time flashing before my eyes. I groaned quietly when I realized, it was Sunday. The SIDs (Super Intelligent Dictators. Not really. Merica and I just made it up. Nobody knows what it really means.) all had to meet at Crin tools for 100 to do our weekly ritual. It was like a vow, but nobody listened anyway. They were all too busy texting on their handpans. Me included. I then took my morning serum, keeping me awake for the day until I took my nightly serum, instantly letting me fall into a deep sleep. Next, I plugged my cenrevel into my neck plug, keeping my brain communicating with The Place. The Place is where all the cenrevelant energy flows, transmitting to our brains when we make a say, or how you might say it, a daydream. Except our daydreams come true. I made a clothing say, a pair of boyfriend jeans, a boat neck cropped top with a tank top underneath, and a pair of black hoverheels. Yes, hoverheels are exactly what they sound like. I scanned myself in the mirror. My soft dark brown waves fell an inch past my shoulders, and I had bright hazel eyes, flushed cheeks, and full lips. I suppose I was pretty. I sighed and pulled the lever on my hoverheels, sending me flying through the city. I met Merica on the way there. Now SHE was pretty. With long, straight strawberry blond hair, huge green eyes, and a tall, lean frame, she was like a supermodel. "Ready?" She yelled over the wind, "Yeah!" I yelled back. ................ I smushed up my face. "She's kinda pretty." Snap, my older brother, laughed. "Well, you can have her, if she's smart enough to break through and save us all."