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The Only Message; scifi-finished story
Topic Started: Mar 5 2007, 08:37 PM (169 Views)
Holocollector
Christmas is Coming
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I might edit this to make it longer it is worthy enough. You can probably see a similarity with something else. But I put this here to view. It's good but short.


The Only Message

Three panes of windows shinned glassy in the darkness. The shadows multiplied as the cars passed by. But they were only a few. And the porter in the street was racing to send a telegram at 10:00 p.m. but to whom? He had a message, but he was messing with one too many mail boxes. One message too many would wake up the neighborhood he thought?

He had only a letter, one letter, an ordinary letter. Except for one thing it had a red ink stamped. The message read like many parcels: “Address is as follows:” But unlike many parcels right near the middle it said urgent delivery.

That was days ago, really days ago. Long gone. Letters always shuffled back and forth. And so did cars and people. But now one letter was now in the hands of a stranger. He had it in his hand in the misty night. The city was high tall. Skyscrapers took the brunt of the cold air. This part of the city was known as suburb #456. Dumpsters pilled in corners gave an even colder presence from the cold metal and a green stench. If there was some sign of life it was the rats that were there.

The unidentified individual came before her. The long night a mere shadow of the past. The whole city had always given the impression that it was abandoned. For there was high order in the crime world. “If you did something bad you got in, if you got in you would never come back.”

He said what he usually said to try to calm them, the man that appeared before him with the telegram. But you could almost see the rage in the man’s eyes by the little nuances as to what he was going to say.

“You do know that you are out here for a reason. Out in this dump. Sometimes this city just makes me feel sick. But I have something to give you.” Take it as a gift of death, they already have given it to many people and more. You don’t need to know my name I take it. Take it out of will. Take it because I don’t want it and I want this government long gone. There have been opportunities in the past there is still hope.”

“I know you well enough, telegram man. But why are you even bothering with me with something a mail man could have sent. I’ll take it if it makes you feel better, I know that well enough already that what your are saying is nothing but shit. But I will take your loony story.”

The stranger handed him the note, it had some sweat from having taken hold of it for too long.

Daniel’s wife froze, she had heard of elite agents before. But what did the letter have. The last paragraph said something else. And even his wife didn’t know what to think. He just went back to the front porch.

The agent gave him the letter:
Find the headquarters of the government, Mind Avenue is the name. But even one that goes there is burned to the stake.

“Oh but there it is,” he said ironically after he read it. The longer I stay the more I will understand.”

Then he heard a gunshot it was her wife, whom's name you couldn’t even pronounce. “Go away now,” she said in her French accent.

Daniel crumpled up the paper letter and put it into his pocket the only thing she remembered was the address. He wanted to know what this was all about. Then he heard just one name and that was more than enough.

He thought about it again it’s just garbage maybe about an empty city. He crumpled it up. When she tossed it the rats started to move a bit in the alley. Everything will be fine. Don’t get worked up. I’m going to the police station he thought. Their job is to do crime.

I’ll be leaving much faster, the phone is not working in this junk city right? I need to find a way to get to the police station of this junk city.” And that is when he stayed pensive alone on the stairs, when her wife slept and the agent man left.

The city Odium was known for its broken lights, the flashing in and out of neon lights. And even worse a strong odor of smoke was there. It floated in the air hitting his nostrils. And he was beginning and starting to think that this man whoever he was might have passed the wrong telegram or might have insinuated a crime. And that the quickest way to solve the problem was to get to the police station. Catching a mail porter wasn’t easy, and even they missed their targets. He forgot to ask the man if he really was the mail man. But he had a feeling of uneasiness. Junk mail man or not she had to go to the police station.

Newspapers littered about. He knew the police station was not that far off, and that city looked a little more ordered than usual even if it was the junk city.

But then right there someone grabbed his hand. When she looked at the person she didn’t know who it could be. Just a blank face. But then it all came together. The face she saw was a mid-figure guy with brown hair.

“What are you looking for, you look lost. Care to tell me your trouble? I know you are not from around here. My name is Daniel.”

“Do you know where the police station is?”

“Yes just head straight ahead you will find it and make one turn to the left.”

Can’t you lead me to there?

Sure anything to help someone that needs the help of the police

You mean the junk police station right? Anyways take me there.

They talked a bit and headed for the police station right away. When they got there, a whole multitude of people were outside. Talking and conversing.

“There is an underground weapons production going on in the city. The funds are not enough. We need to do the groundwork. It is in some place, we have troops, agents, every sort of person on the case.”

Daniels’s heart pulsated lightly of uneasiness, the guy beside them didn’t notice a thing. He was just anxious to get to the police station. But he had stopped him.

They had two ways to go about this, because he had just presented the letter to the man called Glenn.

They were going to make a phone call. Where they were they could not be spotted by the flickering sky light. But they also wanted to talk to the person at the police station. But they didn’t know how to go about it because they were corrupt.

Glenn offered right away to go and ask. All he was going to ask was about the Irish pub, and if people did indeed go there. That was the safest clue and might tell them something. But changing their mind again they made the phone call. It was Daniel this time. Glenn was still preoccupied saying that he was thinking about this too much. But that he would explain further and offer something.

The phone rang, the police picked it up. Daniel was on the other side of the receiver.

The voice on the other side said “Hello, what can I do for you? How can the police be of service?”

Daniel started asking a lot of questions about how a murder happened days ago and that they didn’t solve it.

The police man said we are keeping tabs. Then Daniel asked about the supermarket incident that they nearly mortally injured someone in a robbery when they refused.

The police man stayed calm, not saying much. That the cases are getting close to getting solved.

But Daniel knew that the police was just an organization that helped high officials and eliminate opposition to them. That they were really the regime police.

“Is there more I can help you.” He said in an acid tone.

Yes there is one more question; I want to know where I can find Mind Avenue.

That is very easy he said. I know about your brother in jail and I will help you with this. I will send you the directions with the one of the officers. We know from time from time that we have problems with the people. We being the junk trash police. But I will give it you, be assured.

They both walked back, he had heard of Daniel before. And that he knew that he was trying to get his brother out of prison. It was a case that was famous for years. He had been accused of slander to the regime. And that the junk city they lived in probably didn’t make the memory pleasant. That was when he was when they felt well. Now though to them it would always be the junk city they saw.

They went back to their personal home. That is Daniel’s home. They didn’t know how they were going to get the directions. Just that maybe they would call him later by his cell phone or parcel.

They both waited on the steps. Him telling him about all his brother’s problems. How he got into jail in a pinch. And them getting to know each other. And the funniest part was no one knew who made up the blasted regime.

The French woman naturally worried before was sound asleep. She knew the police never did anything and that they were wasting their time.

And then it all happened in one instance, the address came flying from a flyer that was on the door. And he showed to Daniel. They put two and two together, and now wanted to end this corruption once and for all.

The flyer read: this address is found near Mind Avenue take this to the main terminal located at one of the public centers to get directions. That is all you need to know with the government card provided. That this public access has been granted to you and by the government.

They went looking for the nearest terminals but obviously those were in the cleaner places. The nearest ones were probably secret terminals in the police station. But that they were going to the public station at the police station because of the inept police. That police man they talked to was probably too preoccupied with his crookedness.

So they went walking back, the lights were flickering. And graffiti all over the walls near the police station. Turning corner after corner looking for more public access terminals. They kept finding anything but luck. So as originally planned they were near the police station again. The disdain seeing the officers there and their smug faces when they got a good look at someone.

They were fools, that’s what thought Daniel.

There was a terminal near the entrance of the police station allright; it was located at the Westward grocery store. You could see the very little details. It was one of the few grocery stores around. And everyone or most people at least usually went to it. Fruits and vegetables were littered in the marketplace. And the terminal might tell them a little more. That even though they were following a loony story they wanted to get rid of the police station or hurt their credibility and of course the regime, the one that made this city the junk it was.

A police officer was approaching or so both thought. He was pacing back and forth. With no hint of where he was going or thinking. Not even bothering to look.

The terminal read:

Access please, please insert your card. Our system will give you the request you want if it is in our authority.

The odd thing about the terminal is that there were two slots. But it worked in either slot. No one really knew why.

“Ok the card we have, I am going to put it in. And we will see what the computer will tell us.” “But then something hit Daniel, the crumpled paper that the agent had left made him forget, that there was something more to this. And if they didn’t get an answer they would assault that police officer.”

After having asked the computer for questions. There was just one answer they could not get from it. And it was where Mind Avenue was located. Apparently it must have been located in a government area and that tipped them of.

“Thank you, said the computer, I am yours, and come back when you need to.”

Now the real question was how to assault the police officer. That was easy, he was distracted by walking back and forth. As soon as he got on one side they knocked him out cold. And what was in his pocket was a red card.

Getting the information out of the computer terminal they went to Mind Avenue. They had some tears in their eyes after having battered the police officer but they wanted to ruin the government.

They left right away, the police would probably be on their tale but they wanted to expose the frauds. The frauds that made this the city of garbage, the city of despair, the city of junk.





They reached Mind Avenue by train, they displayed their red card. That told them right away that they had the highest privileges.

Landing there on Mind Avenue. The whole scenery was very different. Plants swayed in the garden, moving as if under some spell. The whole police station here was several stories higher, comparable to a skyscraper.

And that there was no trace of any smoke, nothing. Just a very clean eerie place. Very ominous.

“And a man approached them. May I see your red card please sir? Daniel replied this is a buddy of mine.” Deep down Daniel was still thinking of how to save his brother.
Now government officials might be high on his tail, but what did they have to lose. They lived in the city of trash. They lived in order.

Then they saw a huge roadway. And admittedly they felt like roaches that could be smothered faster than in a few seconds. Everything about this place was power. Power that could take over all.

“Yes I am traveling with him said Glenn. In Fact he is my brother, and I wanted to see this place. I know that the usual personnel aren’t supposed to be here sir.”

Then the official shot a bird flying in the sky. “That is how much power we have.” I know what you are thinking. There is scum in this universe. Their minds read.

No it was hatred. That red card holds something, and their light search said something.

But now they left back to home to the city of trash. Back to the screeching rails of the train when it stopped to a city that looked like it was destroyed. And the newspaper headlines read then the next day when the porter sent the newspaper. “The regime is no more.”

And they actually saw the person deliver the paper this time, right into the morning.
Note: My english writing skills need work so don´t even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I don´t like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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