The life of a nomad is hardly known to people. Once someone asked me what it was like to be homeless forgetting that everyone was a nomad as just being a wanderer does not and will not mean one does not have a home. I mainly referred it to as an intrinsic quality trying to wash away the shame that name brought along with it. After the short fight, l was focused on the main fight that was going on inside and outside. I lived a life of next to importance in the collapsed world.

  “ Hello, are you listening to me?, ” asked the polite rabbit.

  I never went to the trouble of remembering my clients name so I was referring to the rabbit Deprave. His name was Mr. Tuz as he normally proclaimed himself on his business card. Depraves, having and sharing business cards, was a thing that I could not wrap my head around. Higher members of Deprave were capable of peaceful discussions but it was a scavengers code not to talk to them for long but it could be forgotten as it or whatever they were as a species. Very little was known about them. They were like aliens to this world, however, as I lived inside a small dimensional gap myself. It could not be argued.

  The tent Mr. Tuz opened was like a dimensional portal that hosted a nano dimensional jump machine that could take a person and send him to a dimensional crack in a second without the problems and accidents that were linked with teleportation. This jump machine was a lot safer and could take us directly to my cave. Dimensional cracks were like caves formed up in mountains, in buildings, above the skies or under the ocean. They could be anywhere, some torn fabric of space and one could be gone in another time or space. Time traveling, telepathy or teleportation were just the tip of the iceberg in this world. These jump machines were for personal safety, even I and Allaya owned one.

  “ Mr. Yashir, you are not replying to my answer. What are the coordinates? ”

  “ Do you think I will tell them to you? You already know them.”

  Mr. Tuz had successfully combed his hair and went back to his business form. During the battle, l must have startled him and must have made him change his form or maybe he was just cosplaying while acting to be a male who knows. In this already messed up world, I kept such things to myself. All theories and fiction was already out of the screen so I had made myself open minded myself. In the collapsed world, such rules were asked for. Anything other than work could potentially mean one`s death in the new world order.

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  “ l know them but you always shift them.” Mr. Tuz fumed at not being able to catch up to my address.

  “ Okay , okay you do not need to throw a tantrum. Let me drive then.” l calmly addressed my client.

  “ I will give you your due payment if you just hand over the coordinates. They always shift every week.” Mr. Tuz no doubt became very infuriated at my remarks.

  “ It has not passed a week yet and you were the one who gave my remarks to the city guard.”

  Mr. Tuz, might be a transgender for all l care but he was pretty popular with the city guard and the city assembly. My sweet Allaya was probably in danger. The watchdog should have protected her or else I might have to scale it down again.

  We were in the vortex phase when the dimensional jump started picking up speed. The way the jump worked was pretty much like Einstein, something gates which could be used in space travel but it was one of their failed experiments that they could not understand these dimensional whirlpools that could interconnect space and time. It was one of the reasons natural science was one of the forgotten things. People had the cure like the immortality drug and everyone was young, however, it only came with the downscale that they lost their life`s aim and had started living a life of luxury and idiocracy. A life that was even worse than the Depraves which at least tried to live a life before they were incorporated into the systems.

  The systems were the only instruments that could monitor the behemoth of this colossal landscape that we were in. These instruments were incorporated with our life sustenance. Everything was almost free and everything could be bought. Youth, health, life, money and the sins that came with them were the normality of this present society.

  In such a world, lived a man such as me. There were many like me in the collapsed world that were nomads or scavengers as the people called us. We often called ourselves magicians or soul crafters which were trying to find the balance between Depraves and the present humans. We were normal people, businessmen, shopkeepers, students and many more things. We were a bunch of odd and mismatched people put together that were trying to find the secret of the collapsed world as we were more interested in the Depraves than ourselves.

  Depraves were, by every word, beings that could not be understood. They were like deities or monsters that were often depicted in the legends or they were something we never could have thought of. They were mainly animals or plants as the natural sciences once used to call them. However, with the advent of more species and alien substances coming through the dimensional shifts, they morphed quickly into sentient beings that could understand and some of them could even talk to people. People called this timeline the paradise or life after and many other names but the dimensional shifts always stranded them into this same world except for a few that transversed deep into the cracks after getting the Deprave mark. Suddenly, l felt an inch in my left shoulder. It was like a premonition that something was going to happen.