Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 2:44:09 GMT
"Tämä on paikka ... oh, se on paljon isompi kuin odotin ..." ((Finnish) This is the place...oh, it's a lot bigger than I expected...)
Tino smiled to himself. He had never seen a building so big; it must have at least been a hundred stories. It was nothing like even the most towering buildings in his hometown of Finland. Nor had he seen anything so advanced!
Robots big and small circled the tower, and elevators that ran entirely on AI technology decorated the skyscraper along with specially tinted windows that were programmed to show the time, the latest technology, and special advertisements of the company's latest projects. They were only in English and Japanese, but that was to be expected; Ninjago was created on the basis of feudal Japan and later joined with modern Japan, claimed partially by the U.S., and then, upon becoming independent, was rewritten into its own narrative set at least 50 years in the future.
Tino removed his gloves from icy hands as he walked towards the entrance. The door opened for him as a robotic voice chimed in, "Welcome to the new Borg Industries. Please watch your step as you are ascended to the first floor." Just as the AI had repeated the sentence in Japanese, he was immediately and rapidly ascended to an area that looked like a lobby.
He blinked a few times, taking in the sight of androids hovering everywhere, giving service to tourists that looked as fascinated as he was.
Astounded, he sat petrified on the steps before someone kicked him in the back. "Move it, buddy. The tenth floor's mine." The voice was obviously speaking in a perfect American accent.
Tino looked up. The owner of the voice was a tallish, athletic-looking older teen whose sharp features, combined with his spiky, unruly brown hair, could probably pierce through someone, and his oddly maroon-colored eyes burned as if glaring at him.
"Yes, of course! Go ahead," Tino quickly offered, using his best English and trying his best to hide his thick accent.
"Thanks, man. They need me up there." And the young man "gently" pushed Tino off the glass floor and rose until he was out of sight.
Another hand grabbed Tino by the arm and he heard a cheerful voice tell him, "Sorry. That's Kai. He can be a bit of a jerk-face sometimes, but he's good at heroic stuff. Like, saving people and stuff."
"Ah," was all Tino replied as the second boy ran a hand through his messy auburn hair and looked up. "So...where you off to?"
"Well, actually, I'm trying to find a...well..."
"Beginners' floor? You're at it."
"Well, no, but..."
"Foreign translations?"
"No, um...actually, I'm looking for someone."
"Cyrus Borg? Oh, he's loooonnnggg gone. You wanna look for his daughter, Chihiro. Hundredth floor, take the elevator behind you to your right," he explained with a chuckle. "Good luck, my man!"
"Thank you," Tino replied, glad that he didn't have to do most of the talking. He waved his goodbye and the elevator shot him up at top speed.
Feeling as if he had too much air in his lungs, and incredibly lightheaded, Tino wanted to scream as his hair was blown almost entirely out of his face and strong winds threatened to blind him. He clinged to the sides of the elevator for dear life, and then...
...It stopped.
Tino was incredibly relieved to finally get out of the elevator, but he nearly fell on his face and the tension, in combination with his exhaustion, nearly knocked the wind out of him.
Tino smiled to himself. He had never seen a building so big; it must have at least been a hundred stories. It was nothing like even the most towering buildings in his hometown of Finland. Nor had he seen anything so advanced!
Robots big and small circled the tower, and elevators that ran entirely on AI technology decorated the skyscraper along with specially tinted windows that were programmed to show the time, the latest technology, and special advertisements of the company's latest projects. They were only in English and Japanese, but that was to be expected; Ninjago was created on the basis of feudal Japan and later joined with modern Japan, claimed partially by the U.S., and then, upon becoming independent, was rewritten into its own narrative set at least 50 years in the future.
Tino removed his gloves from icy hands as he walked towards the entrance. The door opened for him as a robotic voice chimed in, "Welcome to the new Borg Industries. Please watch your step as you are ascended to the first floor." Just as the AI had repeated the sentence in Japanese, he was immediately and rapidly ascended to an area that looked like a lobby.
He blinked a few times, taking in the sight of androids hovering everywhere, giving service to tourists that looked as fascinated as he was.
Astounded, he sat petrified on the steps before someone kicked him in the back. "Move it, buddy. The tenth floor's mine." The voice was obviously speaking in a perfect American accent.
Tino looked up. The owner of the voice was a tallish, athletic-looking older teen whose sharp features, combined with his spiky, unruly brown hair, could probably pierce through someone, and his oddly maroon-colored eyes burned as if glaring at him.
"Yes, of course! Go ahead," Tino quickly offered, using his best English and trying his best to hide his thick accent.
"Thanks, man. They need me up there." And the young man "gently" pushed Tino off the glass floor and rose until he was out of sight.
Another hand grabbed Tino by the arm and he heard a cheerful voice tell him, "Sorry. That's Kai. He can be a bit of a jerk-face sometimes, but he's good at heroic stuff. Like, saving people and stuff."
"Ah," was all Tino replied as the second boy ran a hand through his messy auburn hair and looked up. "So...where you off to?"
"Well, actually, I'm trying to find a...well..."
"Beginners' floor? You're at it."
"Well, no, but..."
"Foreign translations?"
"No, um...actually, I'm looking for someone."
"Cyrus Borg? Oh, he's loooonnnggg gone. You wanna look for his daughter, Chihiro. Hundredth floor, take the elevator behind you to your right," he explained with a chuckle. "Good luck, my man!"
"Thank you," Tino replied, glad that he didn't have to do most of the talking. He waved his goodbye and the elevator shot him up at top speed.
Feeling as if he had too much air in his lungs, and incredibly lightheaded, Tino wanted to scream as his hair was blown almost entirely out of his face and strong winds threatened to blind him. He clinged to the sides of the elevator for dear life, and then...
...It stopped.
Tino was incredibly relieved to finally get out of the elevator, but he nearly fell on his face and the tension, in combination with his exhaustion, nearly knocked the wind out of him.
