Wake Up Call
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 20123
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"Hey, Red!" shouted Wimsy Duracel. "See you tomorrow!" Even as Fred left
the federal post station he gave his fellow coworker a grunt. He quickly
found his way to the appropriate people mover, his use of the ecocar only
for official business. Fred tried to imagine a time when the average
person had a personal automobile, but the thought staggered his brain
cells. Why have a car when the movers got you where you needed to go?
Then he remembered about the so-called sidewalks that his father spoke
of. ~~barbaric primitives!~~ he thought, having no clue how people
used to do things in the backward twenty-first century. The one thing he
knew that carried on into Fred's century, though, was the asinine
stupidity and cruelty of your basic human. Fred hated the way people
were - with each other and by themselves. He was a loner, he had always
been a loner, and he liked it that way. Girlfriends were for the
sophomoric, best friends for sissies, and dogs were passe. ~~that
reminds me, I have got to make a report to the SD~~
Once at home, a simple two-roomer in HM Callaway, he opened a channel to the Web. "Security Department, Sacramento." Within nanoseconds the server screen flashed the face plate of the department. The image of a well-groomed security officer wearing the blue and green smiled at Fred. It was only a holo-image but it served as a wonderful medium for citizen needs. "I wish to report odd behavior," said Fred, and then he commenced to describe what he had seen and heard earlier this day, he gave the SD the man's name, address and green card number as well (he had checked this up on the postal files before leaving work). Then Fred cut the feed and went to his frig-unit and got himself a cold one. In the middle of the night Fred awoke to the sound of thumping. It was coming from the other room. Upon getting up and putting on a pair of trousers he discovered the sound was coming from the door to his home. ~~who the hell?~~ he thought as he checked the chronometer – 2:30 in the morning! He activated the door eye and the image that appeared on the door (which was a representation of the reality on the other side of the door) startled Fred. It was the man! It was the man from 67Q!!! ~~what the hell was his name? and what in hell is he doing here? how did he find where I live???~~ To make matters worse the man began to talk, to yell almost. Fred was afraid he would wake the others living in the block. "I know you're in there, Dionair. Open up, it's a matter of life and death. I think I found another clue about Dana. Open up, the minibrow said you live here - 83P Callaway, Sacramento, Central." The minibrow, mused Fred. It was the antithesis of all that was standard and orderly. So-called 'deviants' used it to chew their way into the Web and gather any piece of data they wanted. ~~who the hell is this guy? what the hell have I gotten myself into?!?~~ Before losing any more peace of mind Fred activated the Web and called the SD.
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