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how can I have a guest pass to this place?
‘What about the others?’ I ask. ‘Dad, Harriet and David, did they pass the biometrics thingy?’
Okay, I know that wasn’t the most eloquent way to express myself, but
I was dealing with a lot of new information here.
‘Unfortunately not,’ replied Kate.
There were two words in that short sentence, and I got an uneasy
feeling that there might be a bit more information concealed by her
brevity.
‘Where is Dad?’ I asked.
I could hardly believe myself, such an obvious question, but if they were safe, why hadn’t I been reunited with my family yet?
‘Well, that’s where I do have a slightly less positive update for you
Dan,’ Kate replied, I could see that she was gearing up to something.
Like she was figuring out the best words to use to deliver bad news.
‘Your dad, brother and sister were not on the biometrics database. We
can’t explain that. So they do not have authorisation to be here.’
Did I say ‘Bad news?’
I meant, terrible news.
‘Strictly speaking Dan, they were supposed to be outside when the
sirens sounded. They got trapped in here when the bunker doors
closed, they’re really not supposed to be here.’
This was getting worse. I had a feeling that so far, from her point of view, this was the easy bit
that she was delivering.
‘Dan, your family have to stay contained during active operations as
they do not have clearance to be here.’
‘You are not subject to those same restrictions, but we can’t explain
yet why you’re classed as Mission Critical, it may well be an error.’
‘In the meantime, although you have the freedom of the bunker, you
are not yet permitted under bunker protocols to see the other
members of your family.’
A Simple Mission
He knew that what he did was Top Secret work, he understood that.
He knew that he couldn’t ask any questions and that orders had to be
followed without question. That’s how these things work.
If you can’t live with that, get a job at the local council offices.
But this mission had troubled him. He was only supposed to have driven past those kids to get a real close
video image of them. For face mapping or something like that, he wasn’t involved in what
happened after his job was done.
It was simple enough for goodness sake.
The black car that came with the job was military grade. It looked like a regular car, could even generate a random number
plate to keep off the regular police records if need be. If you wanted to you could even have no number plate if you needed
to be completely anonymous, and this thing was amazing to drive.
In fact it drove itself if you had to take your hands off the wheel. A feature often required in really delicate operations.
Like this one.
3-dimensional, biometric imaging.
Whatever that means.
He was a ‘hired hand’ not a scientist. He just gathered the data.
And kept his mouth shut.
And they gave him some great kit to do his job.
So why had the car swerved itself at the last minute, killing that kid?
The Sirens
She approached the person sitting in the car, the faint, blue pulsing
light beneath her skin working furiously. Whatever its function, it’s working overtime right now. Suppressing something very strong - an emotion, a thought, a
connection. As she went to open the car door, a siren started to sound.
She dismissed it at first, thinking it was part of the ‘tourist experience’
at the bunker.
It’s odd, even though that siren wail has been used since the Second
World War, then adapted for the Cold War, there is still nothing that
can come anywhere close to it when it comes to the sound of grim
portent. You couldn’t replace it with a digital version for instance - there’s
nothing that would come anywhere near to its gravity and sense of
impending crisis. So when the siren continued to sound, the woman knew intuitively
that something was up.
It may have been prompted by that implant, but it fused her real
thoughts,
‘What about the others?’ I ask. ‘Dad, Harriet and David, did they pass the biometrics thingy?’
Okay, I know that wasn’t the most eloquent way to express myself, but
I was dealing with a lot of new information here.
‘Unfortunately not,’ replied Kate.
There were two words in that short sentence, and I got an uneasy
feeling that there might be a bit more information concealed by her
brevity.
‘Where is Dad?’ I asked.
I could hardly believe myself, such an obvious question, but if they were safe, why hadn’t I been reunited with my family yet?
‘Well, that’s where I do have a slightly less positive update for you
Dan,’ Kate replied, I could see that she was gearing up to something.
Like she was figuring out the best words to use to deliver bad news.
‘Your dad, brother and sister were not on the biometrics database. We
can’t explain that. So they do not have authorisation to be here.’
Did I say ‘Bad news?’
I meant, terrible news.
‘Strictly speaking Dan, they were supposed to be outside when the
sirens sounded. They got trapped in here when the bunker doors
closed, they’re really not supposed to be here.’
This was getting worse. I had a feeling that so far, from her point of view, this was the easy bit
that she was delivering.
‘Dan, your family have to stay contained during active operations as
they do not have clearance to be here.’
‘You are not subject to those same restrictions, but we can’t explain
yet why you’re classed as Mission Critical, it may well be an error.’
‘In the meantime, although you have the freedom of the bunker, you
are not yet permitted under bunker protocols to see the other
members of your family.’
A Simple Mission
He knew that what he did was Top Secret work, he understood that.
He knew that he couldn’t ask any questions and that orders had to be
followed without question. That’s how these things work.
If you can’t live with that, get a job at the local council offices.
But this mission had troubled him. He was only supposed to have driven past those kids to get a real close
video image of them. For face mapping or something like that, he wasn’t involved in what
happened after his job was done.
It was simple enough for goodness sake.
The black car that came with the job was military grade. It looked like a regular car, could even generate a random number
plate to keep off the regular police records if need be. If you wanted to you could even have no number plate if you needed
to be completely anonymous, and this thing was amazing to drive.
In fact it drove itself if you had to take your hands off the wheel. A feature often required in really delicate operations.
Like this one.
3-dimensional, biometric imaging.
Whatever that means.
He was a ‘hired hand’ not a scientist. He just gathered the data.
And kept his mouth shut.
And they gave him some great kit to do his job.
So why had the car swerved itself at the last minute, killing that kid?
The Sirens
She approached the person sitting in the car, the faint, blue pulsing
light beneath her skin working furiously. Whatever its function, it’s working overtime right now. Suppressing something very strong - an emotion, a thought, a
connection. As she went to open the car door, a siren started to sound.
She dismissed it at first, thinking it was part of the ‘tourist experience’
at the bunker.
It’s odd, even though that siren wail has been used since the Second
World War, then adapted for the Cold War, there is still nothing that
can come anywhere close to it when it comes to the sound of grim
portent. You couldn’t replace it with a digital version for instance - there’s
nothing that would come anywhere near to its gravity and sense of
impending crisis. So when the siren continued to sound, the woman knew intuitively
that something was up.
It may have been prompted by that implant, but it fused her real
thoughts,
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