<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/570252.jpg)</div><strong>Dreamshard</strong><br/><br/>Melisandre Kotashu sat cross legged on the bed of her dorm room at Xanthium Inc. University.  Long, silky platinum blond hair pooled on the sheet at the small of the girl's back.  Angelically beautiful despite—or perhaps because of—the gold rimmed glasses over her adorably wide, bright emerald eyes, Meli was a waifishly slim but with full, feminine curves.  Her cheekbones were delicate, her chin pointed, her ears high and swept back to a distinctive point.  Atlantians in many ways resembled Professor Tolkien's elves.<br/><br/>Right now she was wearing a white button down shirt and emerald green pantie.  There was a board in her lap, and she was ever so cautiously attaching a series of microchips too a large emerald.  The girl chewed on her lower lip as she concentrated.  A harmonic wave amplifier the size of a ball point pen and a magnification device clipped over her glasses permitted her too align the emerald microlatice with the hard tech transmitters and binary emulators.<br/><br/>With a satisfied nod, she fit the emerald carefully into her golden ring and grinned.  “Siri, call Papa John's Pizza.”<br/><br/>For a moment, there were some odd resonances as the emerald's own software completed the interface. Then the voice of the U.S. Designed L.A.I. Replied, “I can do that.”<br/><br/>And a few minutes later the blond was ordering a medium with pepperoni, mushrooms, black olives and jalapenos sent to dorm room 715.<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kNg8ah8aKGvKW1dR3yVltg70KJJU8HBXotjecZlDVO4/edit