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Zota turns his attention to the virtual assistant. “I need to get to Fifth and Bay State, fast!” The map begins reorienting itself, and plots the optimum path based on Zota’s request.
“ Go one half-mile, east, by taxi... ”
“No!”
The virtual assistant receded into the screen. “ I’m sorry, but the next bus won’t arrive for another thirty-seven minutes. ”
“I’ll walk,” Zota says.
“ Judging by your perspiration, your load, and labored breath, I would recommend resting for five minutes before proceeding. ”
“Thanks, I’ll walk slowly.”
Director of Protocol hovers over to Ryles, who is being suspended a couple of feet in the air by one of his heavies.
John lays crumpled on the living room couch next to them, in a fetal position, barely conscious.
“I suppose I wasn’t very clear that I expected you not to disappear for three months. It’s very uncharacteristic of you. Which is why you are still alive,” Director of Protocol says. He nods to his heavy, who drops Ryles to the ground. After coughing for a bit, Ryles turn on to her back slowly, wincing in pain. “We can do this all day,” Director of Protocol says.
“Why..why don’t you just...put a bullet in my head? Spare me...the lecture?” Ryles asks.
Director of Protocol whisks his finger up, and the heavy lifts Ryles off the ground again. “Well, I do have approval from the Triad due to your breach of contract.” Director of Protocol fans his hand as he swivels his hover-chair around. “We have searched this place from end to end, and have found no sign of the ware. I take no pleasure in wasting life, especially since you have done good work for us in the past.”
“Don’t get sentimental on me. You’re not the type,” Ryles says.
“The Triad has the right to...terminate your employment, and has shown restraint in exercising it. So why are you so eager to die,” Director of Protocol asks.
Ryles grins “Maybe I’m tired of it all.”
Director of Protocol nods, and his heavy drops Ryles again. Ryles moans in pain. The Director hovers to the entrance to the terrace. “Maybe you found a better offer? Maybe you though, if I get burned, let me burn everyone else?”
“Maybe...you should...lay off the drugs,” Ryles says.
“You ought to know,” Director of Protocol hisses. He hovers back to the heavy. “Throw him off the terrace, and put her into the car.”
Elisa stares out across the bridge connecting New Mass to Ispari and then her view drifts to the dunes beyonds. The sky is clear and the temperature is still high enough that the air conditioning is on high. “It’s a shame what the civil war did to this valley,” Aalin says. “Thank God we won.”
“Did we?” Elisa rub her hands on her belly. Suddenly Elisa hears a voice. She spin her heads to Aalin. “What was that?”
“What was what?” Aalin replies.
“Nothing.” Elisa composes herself.
“Well...you have to admit, It was easy for the daiswrights and excretas of New Mass to put you in office after that. With their crossing to Ispari foiled, they had nothing. No food, no water. Not a hole to bury themselves in. What choice did they have but to accept the terms of the new constitution, and integrate into the caste system for their welfare chips?”
“ He seems resentful. Don’t you think .” Elisa hears in her head.
“Jealous?” Elisa responds.
“Jealous, of what?” Aalin asks.
“ That you chose Zota over him. ”
“Well, I married a daiswright instead of a plutocrat ,” Elisa says.
Aalin walks back towards Elisa. “You needed a pretty face for the photo ops during your campaign. I get it. You needed someone that could help pull the daiswrights to your side, and see you as the best of the worst. Your mistake was keeping him around too long. Long enough to become a liability. My mistake
Zota turns his attention to the virtual assistant. “I need to get to Fifth and Bay State, fast!” The map begins reorienting itself, and plots the optimum path based on Zota’s request.
“ Go one half-mile, east, by taxi... ”
“No!”
The virtual assistant receded into the screen. “ I’m sorry, but the next bus won’t arrive for another thirty-seven minutes. ”
“I’ll walk,” Zota says.
“ Judging by your perspiration, your load, and labored breath, I would recommend resting for five minutes before proceeding. ”
“Thanks, I’ll walk slowly.”
Director of Protocol hovers over to Ryles, who is being suspended a couple of feet in the air by one of his heavies.
John lays crumpled on the living room couch next to them, in a fetal position, barely conscious.
“I suppose I wasn’t very clear that I expected you not to disappear for three months. It’s very uncharacteristic of you. Which is why you are still alive,” Director of Protocol says. He nods to his heavy, who drops Ryles to the ground. After coughing for a bit, Ryles turn on to her back slowly, wincing in pain. “We can do this all day,” Director of Protocol says.
“Why..why don’t you just...put a bullet in my head? Spare me...the lecture?” Ryles asks.
Director of Protocol whisks his finger up, and the heavy lifts Ryles off the ground again. “Well, I do have approval from the Triad due to your breach of contract.” Director of Protocol fans his hand as he swivels his hover-chair around. “We have searched this place from end to end, and have found no sign of the ware. I take no pleasure in wasting life, especially since you have done good work for us in the past.”
“Don’t get sentimental on me. You’re not the type,” Ryles says.
“The Triad has the right to...terminate your employment, and has shown restraint in exercising it. So why are you so eager to die,” Director of Protocol asks.
Ryles grins “Maybe I’m tired of it all.”
Director of Protocol nods, and his heavy drops Ryles again. Ryles moans in pain. The Director hovers to the entrance to the terrace. “Maybe you found a better offer? Maybe you though, if I get burned, let me burn everyone else?”
“Maybe...you should...lay off the drugs,” Ryles says.
“You ought to know,” Director of Protocol hisses. He hovers back to the heavy. “Throw him off the terrace, and put her into the car.”
Elisa stares out across the bridge connecting New Mass to Ispari and then her view drifts to the dunes beyonds. The sky is clear and the temperature is still high enough that the air conditioning is on high. “It’s a shame what the civil war did to this valley,” Aalin says. “Thank God we won.”
“Did we?” Elisa rub her hands on her belly. Suddenly Elisa hears a voice. She spin her heads to Aalin. “What was that?”
“What was what?” Aalin replies.
“Nothing.” Elisa composes herself.
“Well...you have to admit, It was easy for the daiswrights and excretas of New Mass to put you in office after that. With their crossing to Ispari foiled, they had nothing. No food, no water. Not a hole to bury themselves in. What choice did they have but to accept the terms of the new constitution, and integrate into the caste system for their welfare chips?”
“ He seems resentful. Don’t you think .” Elisa hears in her head.
“Jealous?” Elisa responds.
“Jealous, of what?” Aalin asks.
“ That you chose Zota over him. ”
“Well, I married a daiswright instead of a plutocrat ,” Elisa says.
Aalin walks back towards Elisa. “You needed a pretty face for the photo ops during your campaign. I get it. You needed someone that could help pull the daiswrights to your side, and see you as the best of the worst. Your mistake was keeping him around too long. Long enough to become a liability. My mistake
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