Alice felt the sensation of electricity gently buzzing and snapping all over her as her head followed her body through the wall. When she felt her feet touching the ground she noticed that they made no sound. Standing in absolute darkness, Alice squeezed Little Alice’s hand trying to hold on to something familiar when she found herself squeezing a tightly clenched fist, with nothing between her fingers but her own flesh.
Startled, Alice began opening and closing her hand wildly trying to reach for the hand that was leading her through. “Hello?!” She called out, spinning around trying to find some sign of life.
Suddenly her entire body seized. Completely frozen, her heart began to beat harder as the electrical hum of the energy around her began to grow louder. Her strongest attempts to yell for help did not even yield a squeak. As the hum grew louder and louder she began to faintly make out a tiny dot of light in the far distance.
The light must have been at least a half a mile away, she could not understand why the sound of her calling hello did not echo even as much as a bathroom would. As the sound grew louder Alice felt the hairs on her arms and head stand on end. Slowly it began to feel as if every cell in her body were standing on end as the little dot of light moved closer and closer, growing with its proximity. Suddenly the hum began to sound like that of thunder with small cracking sounds of electrical arcs snapping and forming. The light rushed toward her, as if it were a train barreling down a tunnel. The thunder began to build, rolling hard and snapping lightly. Finally as the light reached her she squeezed her eyes as closed and tight as she could as the energy synchronized and cracked all at once in a cacophony that felt like being hit in the face with a bat.
“SHIIIIIIIIIIT!” she screamed as the energy sensation left instantly and was replaced by the very recognizable sensation of falling. She opened her eyes to find that she was rapidly being taken by gravity through the clouds. These appeared to be clouds. However, falling past them, Alice was able to see wires and silicon microchips running throughout them.
“They’re fake.” Alice looked up from her skydiver’s orientation and found Little Alice completely upright and unaffected by the wind, falling next to her. “The Hegemon had them built when the sky burned.” Little Alice solemnly informed.
“HELP ME!” Alice screamed.
“Just stop.” Little Alice chuckled.
“I’M FALLING! I CAN’T STOP!” She retorted.
“You’re falling because you think you’re supposed to. You’re looking around seeing clouds, and feeling wind and you think “that means I’m falling.” So you fall. Because you want to. If you want to stop, all you have to do, is stop.” To this Alice looked down and scrunched her face.
“And you might want to stop soon, there IS a ground.” Little Alice chuckled.
As Alice fell past the last artificial cloud she was able to see the earth below her. She stopped suddenly in mid-air.
“I knew you would stop.” Little Alice giggled as she floated over to Alice’s dangling position.
“What is this place?!” She begged as she stared wide eyed at the scorched planet below her. The ground had been burned to the point that it looked like a dry lake bed, with little jets of flame shooting through the cracks. In the distance from all around intermittent screams of pain could faintly be heard. Some sort of tree like plants even sported perpetual fire rather than leaves. “Is this hell?” she asked as tears formed in her eyes.
“Close. It’s Earth, about eighteen years from now.” The tears that were forming in Alice’s eyes fell, but she felt nothing on her face. When she looked at Little Alice she saw the tears falling from her eyes.
“What happened here?” As Alice inquired, Little Alice suddenly dropped toward the ground screaming. Alice could do nothing but stare in horror as Little Alice came nearer and nearer to the ground. Until...
The mushroom cloud almost reached Alice, dangling in the sky. The tears flowed like a spring from Alice’s face now. The shockwave traveled for miles in all directions in a wall of dust, destroying trees and rocks, leaving behind it flat barren, cracked earth.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Icarus (part 2)
The translucent woman tapped her ear, and paused listening intently as the words BREAKING NEWS hung in the air before her. As the words faded, the woman set her hands on the desk and began. “This just in! A horrifying murder has taken place just ten minutes ago, at a local convenience store. Much is still unknown about the murder, including motive.” The woman and her desk were replaced by what appeared to be a live shot of a man in a police uniform.
“No motive can possibly warrant this heinous of an act! Rest assured we have determined a suspect and are on the move as we speak to bring him in. This has appeared to involve drugs, we can only assume that the man tried to sell this young man cryozyte, and when the young man refused, the suspect used an explosive bullet gun to settle the matter.” As the police officer was replaced with the woman and her desk, I carefully drove the knife into my left arm. One wrong move and my arteries start pumping air, or worse. As far as I’m aware no one knows what happens when you pull out your chip. They put it in early so it can meld with your nervous system, and they’ve only been trying to get them more and more integrated with it. But God only knows what I’ll be told next. That cop was telling people I was the freezer!
It’s become all too apparent to me how well our government’s been treating me; Been treating us as a whole. I winced as the knife moved through my flesh. Finally it found its target and stopped with a padded click. Blood flowed smoothly from the blade flowing from my arm to my leg and finally pooling in a small puddle on the tiled bathroom floor. I had taken quick refuge in an upscale restaurant bathroom to do this, and with virtual projectors in almost room of every building in the country, I had little time to worry about pains of the flesh.
The knife acted as a fulcrum the lift the chip out of the fleshy cave. As it rose I began to feel twinges in my spine. The more I continued the higher the twinge grew until I could see the technological flag and the twinge was right below my skull. As I examined the chip I found that there seemed to be a tiny chip installed into a housing that fused with tissue and nerves.
For a moment I considered trying to remove just the chip, after all that is what they would be using to find me, and I had no idea what pulling out fused nervous tissue would do. And then I remembered the look on the detectives face in the police station as he choked on his own donut in laughter.
As the chip and its housing flew across the room through the head of another police officer’s virtual image, my body was sent reeling to the ground. Lying on the floor, I tried to catch my breath. I felt as if I was dying and being born at the same time. The sensation was so overpowering and liberating that I couldn’t help but weep. As the initial shock began to fade, my sobs became shorter. I sat up and opened my eyes, and oh the things I saw.
“No motive can possibly warrant this heinous of an act! Rest assured we have determined a suspect and are on the move as we speak to bring him in. This has appeared to involve drugs, we can only assume that the man tried to sell this young man cryozyte, and when the young man refused, the suspect used an explosive bullet gun to settle the matter.” As the police officer was replaced with the woman and her desk, I carefully drove the knife into my left arm. One wrong move and my arteries start pumping air, or worse. As far as I’m aware no one knows what happens when you pull out your chip. They put it in early so it can meld with your nervous system, and they’ve only been trying to get them more and more integrated with it. But God only knows what I’ll be told next. That cop was telling people I was the freezer!
It’s become all too apparent to me how well our government’s been treating me; Been treating us as a whole. I winced as the knife moved through my flesh. Finally it found its target and stopped with a padded click. Blood flowed smoothly from the blade flowing from my arm to my leg and finally pooling in a small puddle on the tiled bathroom floor. I had taken quick refuge in an upscale restaurant bathroom to do this, and with virtual projectors in almost room of every building in the country, I had little time to worry about pains of the flesh.
The knife acted as a fulcrum the lift the chip out of the fleshy cave. As it rose I began to feel twinges in my spine. The more I continued the higher the twinge grew until I could see the technological flag and the twinge was right below my skull. As I examined the chip I found that there seemed to be a tiny chip installed into a housing that fused with tissue and nerves.
For a moment I considered trying to remove just the chip, after all that is what they would be using to find me, and I had no idea what pulling out fused nervous tissue would do. And then I remembered the look on the detectives face in the police station as he choked on his own donut in laughter.
As the chip and its housing flew across the room through the head of another police officer’s virtual image, my body was sent reeling to the ground. Lying on the floor, I tried to catch my breath. I felt as if I was dying and being born at the same time. The sensation was so overpowering and liberating that I couldn’t help but weep. As the initial shock began to fade, my sobs became shorter. I sat up and opened my eyes, and oh the things I saw.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Icarus
I took a breath before I opened the door. A small part of me hoped the man inside would answer the questions in the right way, and I would be able to go about the rest of my day as usual.
But I knew how he would answer. I knew what I had seen day in and day out for the past month. These cryozyte dealers got smart, started using legitimate stores as fronts to move their drugs, selling paper plates at 30 bucks a pop; Just a cover so that kids can go in and buy drugs with their chips instead of having to steal their parents transfer cards.
Zyte junkies, freezers, they make my stomach wretch just at the thought. The sad degenerates that the world had turned their back on even in what are supposed to be called prosperous times. The government claims transfer cards are for person to person sales “like books”. Funny. My friends let me borrow their books. Meanwhile the zyte user statistics rise daily and they claim they have no idea how they’re getting it!
What’s worse, the public is so wrapped up in their own lives, that they refuse to see that kids can start freezing at a store on the corner. I couldn’t allow myself to be that naive. When I went to the police I saw the true face of justice.
“You think a convenience store is sellin’ zyte?” The detective burst into laughter almost choking on the chocolate donut in his throat, funny how stereotypes never change. “Next you’ll be claiming they got blow at the shoe store!” he hacked up chunks of pastry, continuing to fight back laughter. “Come on now. We have a lot more to deal with than ridiculous theories about drug shops in suburbia.” as I left the station grieving my faith in authority, I was passed by no one and the only commotion in the building was that of my own footsteps.
I pulled the door open, the store was set up to look like a convenience store, no doubt they had to move a lot of zyte to pay for it all. The detail of the deception portrayed by the storefront only fueled my hatred. I was feigning interest in a holographic display of Yosemite national park, set up as part of a contest, when I was addressed by the counter person.
“How’s it goin’ today?” a tall young man, probably in his early twenties called to me blithely.
“If I had to save some chicken for a long time..”I started as I approached the counter, hoping he would pick up on my implication. My mind was abuzz with anticipation, the next words that came out of this boy’s mouth would determine a world of events.
I realized after I left the police station and my car had driven me halfway home, that if the police wouldn’t even acknowledge the possibility of this happening, and they’re supposed to be the ones looking out for it, then no one would. I knew that I was the only one who was willing to see anything and that meant that I was the only one with the power to do anything about it. As far as I was aware, and I still hold to this, there’s only one way to deal with these kinds of people.
“You would want a freezer!” the kid had obviously picked up on the innuendo, his eyes brightened and a cocky smile grew on his face.
“Yes I would!” I agreed as I put my hands on the counter top.
“How many wafers are you lookin’ for?” the kid reached down below the counter and produced a small brown box.
“Four please.” I told the kid as he opened his container.
“Oh no! Just two in this one.” he called as he held up two cryozyte wafers and scanned a little card 4 times. “Not to worry!” he raised his eyebrows with excitement. “There’s more!” he ducked his head to obtain the alternate container. I hadn’t been expecting a slip up like this on his part. It made it almost too easy to calmly reach back and remove my .45 caliber spiraling daisy from the back of my waistband and hold it to the kids head.
“Whoa! WHOA! Hey dude look I just work for these people I don’t give a shit if you steal the wafers man, just take them!” the kid screamed as he dropped the box and raised his hands above his head. The wafers fell onto the floor like a drug confetti, a freezer somewhere wept.
“I’m not here to steal your drugs. I’m here because you sell the drugs.” I explained calmly trying not to let my voice shake. It’s surprising how much you tremble in a situation like that. I wasn’t afraid, but my body was dealing with so much adrenaline it was like I was plugged into a wall.
“Oh shit man! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Look man I’m not a bad guy.”
“SHUT UP! You’ve got some balls. Opening a shop, right in front of everyone. I bet you thought you were clever.” my grip on the gun tightened.
“I didn’t think I” he started.
“I SAW THE SMIRK ON YOUR FACE!” I screamed at the boy as he flinched with terror. The anticipation was building in me. It was almost fun to call this kid out in his last seconds. He cowered at the prospect of justice being exacted, those with guilt usually do.
“You have destroyed several lives, most likely lead to the self destruction and deaths of many unknowing little kids. Don’t you think you should have to pay for a crime like that?” I felt as a bear must feel to a squirrel.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” a dark stain began to move from the kid’s crotch toward his feet.
“AND PAY YOU SHALL!” The words boomed over the explosion of gunpowder in my hand. As my hand recoiled the world seemed to slow around me, the spiraling bullet buried itself quickly into the left side of his face causing his head to jerk back with a tiny spurt of blood. As his head pulled back to where it was I saw a look of confusion plastered on his face. He had apparently never seen someone shot with a daisy.
Before he was able to move his hand toward his face, the bullet lodged in his cheek exploded, and what was left of his head was jerked around as it fell onto the counter in front of me. Small and large chunks of brain and bone fragments were splattered on my face and hands. For a split second the kids left eye dangled from where an eye socket had once been, until it broke off as his body slid into a pile of a decrepit attempt at a human being. As I pulled my arms away from the counter to shake off the drug dealer entrails, I heard a beep all too familiar.
My chip had just been scanned and charged!
But I knew how he would answer. I knew what I had seen day in and day out for the past month. These cryozyte dealers got smart, started using legitimate stores as fronts to move their drugs, selling paper plates at 30 bucks a pop; Just a cover so that kids can go in and buy drugs with their chips instead of having to steal their parents transfer cards.
Zyte junkies, freezers, they make my stomach wretch just at the thought. The sad degenerates that the world had turned their back on even in what are supposed to be called prosperous times. The government claims transfer cards are for person to person sales “like books”. Funny. My friends let me borrow their books. Meanwhile the zyte user statistics rise daily and they claim they have no idea how they’re getting it!
What’s worse, the public is so wrapped up in their own lives, that they refuse to see that kids can start freezing at a store on the corner. I couldn’t allow myself to be that naive. When I went to the police I saw the true face of justice.
“You think a convenience store is sellin’ zyte?” The detective burst into laughter almost choking on the chocolate donut in his throat, funny how stereotypes never change. “Next you’ll be claiming they got blow at the shoe store!” he hacked up chunks of pastry, continuing to fight back laughter. “Come on now. We have a lot more to deal with than ridiculous theories about drug shops in suburbia.” as I left the station grieving my faith in authority, I was passed by no one and the only commotion in the building was that of my own footsteps.
I pulled the door open, the store was set up to look like a convenience store, no doubt they had to move a lot of zyte to pay for it all. The detail of the deception portrayed by the storefront only fueled my hatred. I was feigning interest in a holographic display of Yosemite national park, set up as part of a contest, when I was addressed by the counter person.
“How’s it goin’ today?” a tall young man, probably in his early twenties called to me blithely.
“If I had to save some chicken for a long time..”I started as I approached the counter, hoping he would pick up on my implication. My mind was abuzz with anticipation, the next words that came out of this boy’s mouth would determine a world of events.
I realized after I left the police station and my car had driven me halfway home, that if the police wouldn’t even acknowledge the possibility of this happening, and they’re supposed to be the ones looking out for it, then no one would. I knew that I was the only one who was willing to see anything and that meant that I was the only one with the power to do anything about it. As far as I was aware, and I still hold to this, there’s only one way to deal with these kinds of people.
“You would want a freezer!” the kid had obviously picked up on the innuendo, his eyes brightened and a cocky smile grew on his face.
“Yes I would!” I agreed as I put my hands on the counter top.
“How many wafers are you lookin’ for?” the kid reached down below the counter and produced a small brown box.
“Four please.” I told the kid as he opened his container.
“Oh no! Just two in this one.” he called as he held up two cryozyte wafers and scanned a little card 4 times. “Not to worry!” he raised his eyebrows with excitement. “There’s more!” he ducked his head to obtain the alternate container. I hadn’t been expecting a slip up like this on his part. It made it almost too easy to calmly reach back and remove my .45 caliber spiraling daisy from the back of my waistband and hold it to the kids head.
“Whoa! WHOA! Hey dude look I just work for these people I don’t give a shit if you steal the wafers man, just take them!” the kid screamed as he dropped the box and raised his hands above his head. The wafers fell onto the floor like a drug confetti, a freezer somewhere wept.
“I’m not here to steal your drugs. I’m here because you sell the drugs.” I explained calmly trying not to let my voice shake. It’s surprising how much you tremble in a situation like that. I wasn’t afraid, but my body was dealing with so much adrenaline it was like I was plugged into a wall.
“Oh shit man! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Look man I’m not a bad guy.”
“SHUT UP! You’ve got some balls. Opening a shop, right in front of everyone. I bet you thought you were clever.” my grip on the gun tightened.
“I didn’t think I” he started.
“I SAW THE SMIRK ON YOUR FACE!” I screamed at the boy as he flinched with terror. The anticipation was building in me. It was almost fun to call this kid out in his last seconds. He cowered at the prospect of justice being exacted, those with guilt usually do.
“You have destroyed several lives, most likely lead to the self destruction and deaths of many unknowing little kids. Don’t you think you should have to pay for a crime like that?” I felt as a bear must feel to a squirrel.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” a dark stain began to move from the kid’s crotch toward his feet.
“AND PAY YOU SHALL!” The words boomed over the explosion of gunpowder in my hand. As my hand recoiled the world seemed to slow around me, the spiraling bullet buried itself quickly into the left side of his face causing his head to jerk back with a tiny spurt of blood. As his head pulled back to where it was I saw a look of confusion plastered on his face. He had apparently never seen someone shot with a daisy.
Before he was able to move his hand toward his face, the bullet lodged in his cheek exploded, and what was left of his head was jerked around as it fell onto the counter in front of me. Small and large chunks of brain and bone fragments were splattered on my face and hands. For a split second the kids left eye dangled from where an eye socket had once been, until it broke off as his body slid into a pile of a decrepit attempt at a human being. As I pulled my arms away from the counter to shake off the drug dealer entrails, I heard a beep all too familiar.
My chip had just been scanned and charged!
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