Dark Future Short Stories - Ten - A boiling bath tube

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Dark Future Short Stories - Ten - A boiling bath tube 

A boiling bath tube

The sun hit hard all and everything exposed directly, the rest just sweated. The street sport gangs ruled the biggest Sprawl of the world that most did not even understand it was a Sprawl. The Mediterranean, called by them the bath tube, because of its tourism past and its coast line had in about 5km away from the shore a house next to a house all along. The Sprawl got denser and and more spread out and it was a super large Sprawl with thousands of most different organisations from gated MegaCon offices and recreational estates to free villages and large cities to rural stretches. It span all around a small ocean that had three small entry points from other oceans and hundreds of rivers ending into it.

Street sport gangs united during the period of turmoil that restructured all social systems of this earth and united almost globally against the toxic gangs. You don't skate or bike on drugs, but you eat the dirt of tarmac, sweat through heavy duty T-shirts and wear even in summer peak baggy, long, heavy trousers to protect against sun and solid concrete. Street sport teaches to fall on most hard surfaces in soft grace to get up and going again. They turned from the cool tough to the boiling hardcore and within a few years had won the streets there, taking on street sport refugees form sprawls further north where they got outgunned by the toxics.

They were into sports and did not start as a criminal entity to begin with. This being said, many financed their sport and their live with high quality cannabis products and underground parties. They naturally travelled through their town looking for spots and routs to skate and bike or run and all, as the next step, quickly started looking around to other towns meeting their fella street sportsmen all dreaming of skating the world in their car, truck or just bike or motorcycle and rucksack. 

During the time of turmoil they hooked up with those at the beach. Surfers and sailors were sharing the beach party turff and became the transport divisions of the all connected, but in opposite to all toxics, only chaotic system of gangs that not even had a unique name. On both Atlas and Alps throughout all other mountain regions skaters, downhill skaters, bikers and cross motos met and connected with the air born ultra light gliders to war bird replicas somehow, splitting even motor sports known as racers into rally sport and toxic go fasts turning all deadly enemies. Freedom of movement Vs dominating poison.

As much as the toxics retreated from the all hot or stormy bath tube they could not hold and defend in the darkest and most dangerous turff further north east. The power house of the toxics was a huge and mighty sprawl reaching all a long several rivers from Rhein-Ruhr to Rhein-Main to Rhein-Neckar where the streets where ruled by toxic gangs and rules where different. It was a dead zone for the almost all naturals that ruled here, especially in Marseille. Usually the Rhinos looked for trouble a short jump west of them in the triangle of Amsterdam, Paris and London connected by hundreds of small villages and towns by quite affordable bus and train rides based on a perfect road and rail system where most of the streets lived of the MegaCons looking for peace with the regional, but more innovative SmallCons most street sports gang members had family in, by making them happy being nice and easy most of the time.

This was Marseille and France looked since a few days regularly north east into the far distance through buildings and mountains. He saw a dark cloud far away and the urge of heading north grew stronger, but than he knew it was better to trap what ever was building up there. The others watched him and knew another street war was about to hit.

The message of France the Witcher seeing darkness spread and all prepared for the known unknown. Streets in arms...

"Lets all skate harder..."
"Mmmmh...."
"And pick up the gotcha sessions again, hardcore"
"Mmmmh...."
"They'll come in as rich boys. There is bling"
"Gliders up than."
"We need more. I had a dream. It is time to pile up the air game."
"What you thinking?"
"Did you ever consider sitting in a remote controlled scale helicopter? Big small fighter air borne"
"Not exactly. But I like it. Skating Marseille in five meters above ground just sitting in and no VR picture?"
"You got me..."
"Let me see who knows whom, how since when"