Anomaly Event | Part 2

The second part of a two-part short story for the upcoming blockchain trading card game Synergy of Serra.

A.G. Rynham
Oct 30 · 3 min read

The first part of the short story, Anomaly Event, can be found here.

Jzk sighed a light smile. In front of them the rolling sea of green washes and crisps with the wind, and fades into the deep blue sky. Skyways of brown branches contort in and out of the restless expanse. Life buzzes and dances in the distance in front of two of the five Serran moons. This is Jzk’s favourite place to be.

“A hundred”
“Eh… what?”
“Rumours are there’s a hundred of them, one-zero-zero, you know!”

K’va plonks herself down at the table, almost spilling Jzk’s nectar juice all over the table, her fidgeting is so much that she is positively clicking with excitement. Jzk peers one eye through a translucent blue corner of their reading tablet at her.

“And you interrupt my peace for… ?”

Absorbing the hum of the canopy, nestled between intertwining creepers, branches and lianas, surrounded by pockets of brightly coloured epiphytes, K’va fiddles with the menu in front of her and takes a breath.

“I think I’ll have a warm cupuassu milk”, she says out loud before silently communicating it to the cafe owner perched higher in the overstory.

Jzk lifts their eyes off the reader once again and gives K’va a look, their eyes soften, and they put the reader down.

“You know, you’re not like many Brr’Tik I know.”

K’va is silent, her huge rounded eyes are somehow not focusing on anything. Jzk chuckles.

“Hmm?”
“Exactly. You’re not like any Brr’Tik I know; doing shifts in that noisy factory, warm cupuassu milk on this glorious evening, and your attention span. My word, hs-hs, the other day, you almost fell out of the canopy. You’re so easily distracted.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing, being different and all.” Jzk said with a smile. “So, what were you going to tell me?”

K’va’s drink arrives at that moment, she takes a gulp and explains what had happened at the factory earlier that day. Jzk takes a moment to absorb it all before tilting their head inquisitively: one way, and the other.

“Where did the one hundred number come from?”
“I don’t know, I heard other numbers the other day, it’s just rumours, but maybe it’s simply because there are more of them now.”
“And we don’t know why they’re white, do we? I mean, they should just be gold or purple, right?”
“Yeh, everything is normal, right until the last, and only then did I see the crate wasn’t correct. I don’t understand. For the crate to be different, the metadata has to be different, but that can’t be possible.”
“Well, we now know that it is. But you’re right. It may seem far-fetched, but it’s perfectly rational to consider it like this.”

They both took a sip of their drinks in silence, and put them back down again.

“What do you want to do about it all?”, asks Jzk.
“Well… we should go and find the crates, don’t you think?”, replies K’va.