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Original X-roads-2003
We stood in the center of a sidewalk off an intersection. Cars whizzing by at about 50 miles an hour, dating somewhere in the mid fifties if you asked me. There was be-bop playing off radios, and normal looking people dressed in eighties clothes from Earth walking around. But the language was one I couldn’t place.
A boy around the age of seventeen walked up to me, spiked light brown hair, he held up some form of small radio that had headphones attached. Except they were wireless headphones, and bright green almost lime in colour. “Bzackt hues yoooia!” he held out for me to look at and took off the head phones and handed them to me.
Even though I have no idea what he said I know what he meant. I set the head phones on, a loud band was playing a pumping beat, eighties style…
“Pite eecki oojia ka,
Reeaki noba stai sha,
Goomba hiriata zooj,
Goomba hiriata zooj!
Jimba jimba gomi gomi ja,
Fread kambiata oma zaaaa…”
But it had an awesome beat, a fast four beat if I wasn’t mistaken, but I could be, I wasn’t ever any good at music. Lots of treble, little bass, a few instrumentals going on in the background. I bobbed with it for a second then handed them back.
“Skketz ooh!!!” he grinned and bobbed his head up and down.
“Skketz ooh.” I nodded. I have no idea, but it sounds like cool to me.
He turned to Jonothan, “Juge upmta, hieat fria.”
“Greia fre.” Jonothan smiled and we walked off.
“What did he say?”
“He say you an awesome chick, you mine? And I say yes my gal.” he smiled.
“Skketz ooh?”
“Massively cool.”
“Cool.” I glanced around.