It's called City of Splendor, and it follows several middle school kids who find themselves in possesion of various mysterious items. Here's a piece, it's the introduction of the main charecter. I'm hoping to enter it some contests. If something is bold it means I want to change it At 7:32 A.M. December 18, 2011 in City of Splendor CA, a thirteen year old boy named Gavin Jones noticed the charger and ear buds for his mp3 player was missing. Enraged, he wandered through his two-story suburban townhouse, kicking open his doors and yelling for an explanation from the empty house. Gavin marched confidently into his older brother’s room and rummaged through his drawers until he found a pair of ear phones. They were battered, but they would have to do. He returned to his room and tossed the earphones on his bed, packed his back pack, and changed into a shirt with the logo of his brother’s band plastered on the front. Satisfied, he grabbed his mp3 player and headphones, and then stopped. There was no jack for the headphones. There was no plug for his charger either, or a power switch, just a smoothness all around the border. A joke, thought Gavin. My brother took my mp3 player, and left this small chunk of plastic as a joke. When he turned the piece of plastic over he noticed his name was scrawled on the back, just as it had been on his mp3 player. An elaborate joke, the type he was used to. He tossed it back on his bed in disappointment. At 7:43 A.M. December 18, 2011 in City of Splendor CA, in a two story townhouse in a quite neighborhood, Gavin Jones’s mp3 player turned itself on. The light caught Gavin’s eye, and he watched the screen, transfixed. An unfamiliar logo appeared on screen, a woman with a dazzling smile. She slowly turned her head to look directly and Gavin, and giggled slightly when their eyes met. “Hello, and welcome to Bibliotheca. I’m Salus. Audio input or manual input?” she asked him, with a voice like laughing flowers. Gavin picked up his mp3 player, and the logos eyes seemed to follow him. “Did you just say something?” Gavin asked, and then felt an immediate wave of stupidity. There was no speaker; of course the machine had not said anything. The last thing he expected was an answer. “Audio input confirmed,” the woman said sweetly, her voice coming through clean and sharp in Gavin’s ears. “Would you like to hear your usual morning playlist, or would you like to explore the Bibliotheca music library?” “What?” Gavin said, breathing steadily. “Would you like to hear your usual morning playlist, or would you like to explore the Bibliotheca music library?” the logo repeated, annunciating more clearly this time. Between 7:45 A.M. and 7:49 A.M. Gavin Jones sat on his bed and searched for a speaker of some kind on his mp3 player. He found none, nor did he find any buttons of any kinds, or any ports. All he found was his own named scrawled on the back in permanent marker. Finally he turned his music player around to view the logo. She was still smiling serenely, looking into his eyes. He moved it around in his hand, and the logo’s eyes followed his movements. He sighed deeply, and then decided to abandon all reason. “Are you there?” Gavin asked with reluctance. “System is active,” the logo replied cheerfully, the voice coming from nowhere but clear as day. Gavin listened carefully, but could detect no source of sound. “What is this?” he demanded. “Would you like to access help file Introduction to Bibliotheca?” The logo asked him, with a pitying tone in her voice. “Yeah, yeah do that,” he said, still listening for the source of the sound. The image on the screen changed, the smiling woman replaced by a middle aged mans grinning face. “Welcome to Bibliotheca!” he proclaimed in a booming voice. “Bibliotheca is the largest collection of art in the world. Within the Bibliotheca you will find the greatest paintings, movies, manuscripts, and music ever created. From Hemmingway to Mozart, from Warhol to Hendrix, you will be able to view murals that were destroyed thousands of years ago, or read the greatest symphonies ever composed yet never played. We have ancient religious chantings by a Ukrainian cave cult, the last song Kurt Cobain heard before he died, Da Vinci’s suicide note, and operas composed only inside the mind of an autistic child the world will never hear.” “The best way to learn to use Bibliotheca is by using it. Explore it, what it has to offer, and take its suggestions; the Bibliotheca might know you better than you know yourself. Art can change how you see the world, and how you see yourself, and that means it can change you. The greatest artists in the world portray the deepest emotions in the strongest ways. With the access you have to the greatest books ever written or songs ever composed, you may find yourself rapidly open to new emotions and viewpoints. Try not to be overwhelmed; art is about surfing the waves of emotion, not drowning in them, and you have very high waves to ride. This art can change you, and you can change the world.” The man leaned in conspiritorally. “This is a gift, Gavin,” he said, with compassion and sternness. Gavin swallowed but did not take his eyes off the man on the screen. “Please respect it as such.” The man disappeared and the familiar logo of the woman appeared. She had a sheepish grin plastered on her face, and was looking into Gavin’s eyes. “Hello, and welcome to Bibliotheca! My name is Salus, in case you forgot. It means ‘helper’ in Latin, and I’m here to help. What can I do for you?” She asked, gazing at Gavin with a cautious expression that he returned tenfold. He thought for a moment. “I can talk to you?” he asked. “Affirmative,” answered Salus, relieved to have a question she could answer. “Audio mode active.” “And only I can hear you?” “Affirmative.” “Am I insane?” Gavin asked. “No. Calm down, Gavin,” said Salus. “Ok,” said Gavin. “I need to go to school I can’t be talking to my-” he broke off “Bibliotheca,” supplied Salus. “Bibliotheca, yeah. I can’t be talking to you and listening to music without headphones. People will think I’m crazy.,” said Gavin, and then his voice cracked. “I think I’m crazy.” “Would you like to enable privacy mode?” asked Salus. “Will that let me plug in my headphones? And use Bibliotheca without talking to you?” “Yeah.” said Salus coolly. “Did you just say ‘yeah’ right now?” asked Gavin “Yeah. My syntax updates automatically. Would you like to enable privacy mode?” she asked. “Yeah, uh yes, enable privacy mode,” Gavin said. The familiar buttons and ports sprung up from the sides of his phone, along with the original logo, and he grabbed his brother’s headphones and plugged them into the Bibliotheca. “You there?” he asked. “Yes,” said Salus, and her voice came through crisp and clear. “Audio/Manuel input enabled in privacy mode. Would you like to listen to your usual morning playlist, or would you like to explore Bibliotheca?” “Explore Bibliotheca,” Gavin said quickly as he walked out of his house. Salus grinned at him, and he grinned back. “Good choice,” she said.