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a sex offender. Maybe that’s why he was banned. Does the iAm recognize sex offenders?
Leo turns me around like a doll, still checking me out as if Armageddon isn’t about to start. I am blinking, but I push him away. He smirks, almost parting his lips.
“Look. It’s flattering that a Nine is checking me out but could we make sure we live first?” I blurt out, trying to sound sarcastic.
He reaches for my black dress, an inch above my knees, and rips it apart with both hands, his crowbar set on the floor for the moment. I shriek in surprise, but I look down and find my dress is a lot shorter now. I will be able to run faster. I could not care less about my naked, mud-covered thighs. It’s naked or die right now.
Leo pushes me from behind, urging me to run for a certain bus, and then pantomimes a guy driving an invisible steering wheel. He wants me to drive the bus? I can’t drive that well. He doesn’t allow me to explain. He pushes me farther. I run.
Looking back while I run, I see him drive the Jeep again, park it right behind the bus and then chain the buss and the jeep with crowbar.
Although I don’t fully get it, I admire the plan of having two vehicles. Enthusiasm is rushing through my spine. I think Roger This’s advice might help. Let’s play. I find myself getting on the bus, pushing away the teens fighting over the driver’s seat, and magically hug the wheel and marking it as mine.
This seat is mine!
I hug the big steering wheel with both of my arms, barely covering it. It looks like I am hugging my big pillow on my bed. Why did I get myself into this?
Leo jumps onto the bus, waving his rifle and signaling for everyone to take a seat. He is older, more serious, bigger, and doesn’t speak. You can’t argue with someone who is mute. All you can do is obey. He looks like a Terminator. A cute, swoon-worthy one.
We all get instant stand-by messages on our iAms.
“Are you ready, folks?” says Timmy in the iScreen, leaning against the wall and gorging on a carrot. If the carrot is referring to something or someone, I don’t know what it means, but the viewers go crazy, laughing and saying he looks like someone called Bugs Bunny. They say Bugs Bunny is a rabbit. No wonder that his name is Timothy Rabbit. “Nine minutes from now, this could be all, folks.” More carrot-biting, more laughs. “I will count down from five to one, and then the ride is on. Live or explode. Remember, at any moment in the next nine minutes you have to be on a moving vehicle, driving fifty miles per hour at the least. Anyone who falls, or walks down the street, not on a vehicle, will be…” Will be what? He doesn’t say. “Unless you can run fifty miles per hour for nine minutes straight. In case you want to risk that, use your iAm to keep track of your speed. Whoever breaks the rules will be electrocuted through his iAm.”
If I really want to scare myself, I’ll use my iAm to measure my heart rate. It’s shooting through the roof.
Leo snatches my iAm and sets it on stopwatch. I want to tell him to use his iAm instead. He waits for Timmy’s countdown, looking straight into my eyes.
“Those of you who stole the Jeep,” says Timmy. “Not a bad move. But don’t expect us not to blow it up three minutes after starting the engine. In the spirit of the game, I will not count a Jeep being pulled by a bus as a moving vehicle. I will start counting once you start its engine though, if you make it that far. Good luck with the endless number of Monsters who will want to kill you for that precious Jeep.”
I look up at Leo and smile. He nods but doesn’t smile.
So Leo’s plan is to jump from the bus back to the Jeep before the three minutes ends. Then we start the engine of the Jeep. That will buy us another three minutes. I can’t think about the last three minutes now. I am sure Leo has a plan. If he doesn’t, I don’t want to panic.
This is what I have to learn from now on, living life, appreciating it, a
Leo turns me around like a doll, still checking me out as if Armageddon isn’t about to start. I am blinking, but I push him away. He smirks, almost parting his lips.
“Look. It’s flattering that a Nine is checking me out but could we make sure we live first?” I blurt out, trying to sound sarcastic.
He reaches for my black dress, an inch above my knees, and rips it apart with both hands, his crowbar set on the floor for the moment. I shriek in surprise, but I look down and find my dress is a lot shorter now. I will be able to run faster. I could not care less about my naked, mud-covered thighs. It’s naked or die right now.
Leo pushes me from behind, urging me to run for a certain bus, and then pantomimes a guy driving an invisible steering wheel. He wants me to drive the bus? I can’t drive that well. He doesn’t allow me to explain. He pushes me farther. I run.
Looking back while I run, I see him drive the Jeep again, park it right behind the bus and then chain the buss and the jeep with crowbar.
Although I don’t fully get it, I admire the plan of having two vehicles. Enthusiasm is rushing through my spine. I think Roger This’s advice might help. Let’s play. I find myself getting on the bus, pushing away the teens fighting over the driver’s seat, and magically hug the wheel and marking it as mine.
This seat is mine!
I hug the big steering wheel with both of my arms, barely covering it. It looks like I am hugging my big pillow on my bed. Why did I get myself into this?
Leo jumps onto the bus, waving his rifle and signaling for everyone to take a seat. He is older, more serious, bigger, and doesn’t speak. You can’t argue with someone who is mute. All you can do is obey. He looks like a Terminator. A cute, swoon-worthy one.
We all get instant stand-by messages on our iAms.
“Are you ready, folks?” says Timmy in the iScreen, leaning against the wall and gorging on a carrot. If the carrot is referring to something or someone, I don’t know what it means, but the viewers go crazy, laughing and saying he looks like someone called Bugs Bunny. They say Bugs Bunny is a rabbit. No wonder that his name is Timothy Rabbit. “Nine minutes from now, this could be all, folks.” More carrot-biting, more laughs. “I will count down from five to one, and then the ride is on. Live or explode. Remember, at any moment in the next nine minutes you have to be on a moving vehicle, driving fifty miles per hour at the least. Anyone who falls, or walks down the street, not on a vehicle, will be…” Will be what? He doesn’t say. “Unless you can run fifty miles per hour for nine minutes straight. In case you want to risk that, use your iAm to keep track of your speed. Whoever breaks the rules will be electrocuted through his iAm.”
If I really want to scare myself, I’ll use my iAm to measure my heart rate. It’s shooting through the roof.
Leo snatches my iAm and sets it on stopwatch. I want to tell him to use his iAm instead. He waits for Timmy’s countdown, looking straight into my eyes.
“Those of you who stole the Jeep,” says Timmy. “Not a bad move. But don’t expect us not to blow it up three minutes after starting the engine. In the spirit of the game, I will not count a Jeep being pulled by a bus as a moving vehicle. I will start counting once you start its engine though, if you make it that far. Good luck with the endless number of Monsters who will want to kill you for that precious Jeep.”
I look up at Leo and smile. He nods but doesn’t smile.
So Leo’s plan is to jump from the bus back to the Jeep before the three minutes ends. Then we start the engine of the Jeep. That will buy us another three minutes. I can’t think about the last three minutes now. I am sure Leo has a plan. If he doesn’t, I don’t want to panic.
This is what I have to learn from now on, living life, appreciating it, a
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