made you think I strapped explosives to the Ares Flood
Defences?"
"How else would
you flood the place?" asked Jordan, confused.
"Since there is
only one left until six, I will keep this brief," grinned J, close
to laughing, "As you will probably know now, for years, independent
scientists have been warning about something called 'profanation of
the local environment.' Even some government scientists confirmed
it, not that you guys or our great leader took any noticed. It was
all hushed up and dismissed as a myth. However, this is just yet
another example of something that our leader and his government
tried to hush up, which is true.
"This means,
basically, water levels have been rising. And it was said by many
land scientists that a sudden release of energy from our land's...
land, and we would more than likely have a scenario where an
overflow would take place.
"Now, as I
tried to explain to you in the house of speakers, I'm a man of
simple ideas. After all, what is an explosive, than a sudden
release of energy? Why would I even want to wire up the defences
when all I need to do is blow up some water?"
Jordan's face
had gone pale with fear. So had Jessica's. Jonathan's eyes had
widened.
The clock
clunked. The hand had reached the six.
"So basically,
I'd advise you to run," chuckled J, "And when the water hits you,
keep bouncing, bumbling, beating, booming on. And with a bit of
luck you'll have enough air in your lungs for you to reach the
surface, because this is gonna be big. Bigger than Copland."
There was a
disturbing rumbling in the distance. It was a nasty rumble. It
rumbled their insides. The walls shuddered, the ground growled.
"RUN!" yelled
Jordan, running down the trembling corridor. Jonathan and Jessica
followed, leaving the laughing neo-terrorist behind in the
cell.
They were at
the end of the corridor and Jessica was already out of breath. She
glanced out the window briefly, to see masses and masses of water
pouring over the top of the defences, miles away.
They burst out
of the building, many people doing similar in other buildings. In
an instant, the wall of water hit them, swamping everything out of
sight, tearing down buildings, the impact alone killing the
majority of people immediately.
Those who were
lucky enough to survive the horrifying impact of the wall of water,
had no choice but to keep bouncing, bumbling, beating, booming on.
Not that it would help at all, but bodily survival functions
considered it marginally better than doing nothing.
I’m Sorry For This Mess.
Little James wasn’t
really impressed with the outdoor land. His father had led him to a
balcony, positioned on the roof. It provided the best view of the
land outside. Or at least it would have, if that view had been any
good. It startled James. He had seen glimpses before, but never
expected what hit his retinas.
The books that
his father had provided envisioned a land of green, fields
stretching for miles, cities slowly climbing higher into the
beautiful horizon of a setting day as time went on, seasons of
snow, sun and water. He hadn’t expected it to be actually like
that, the small gap in the boarded up window had long shattered his
dreams. However, deep down inside him, he had hoped that the land
was a beautiful place, as described in now what seemed like the
obviously fictional books that had been there to propagate over his
life.
As James had
expected, the sky was an ugly mess, angry clouds constantly
rumbling their fury to the land below. But the land below didn’t
look all that good either. A dark and dingy mass of buildings, that
were either half built or half destroyed. Row upon row of tall,
cramped buildings filled the horizon, constantly continuing for
what seemed like forever. But far far away in the distance, James
could see the sea of broken, ugly, industrial, dormant buildings
come to a halt. He couldn’t quite make out what came after that, it
just looked like a massive patch of- nothingness.
Defences?"
"How else would
you flood the place?" asked Jordan, confused.
"Since there is
only one left until six, I will keep this brief," grinned J, close
to laughing, "As you will probably know now, for years, independent
scientists have been warning about something called 'profanation of
the local environment.' Even some government scientists confirmed
it, not that you guys or our great leader took any noticed. It was
all hushed up and dismissed as a myth. However, this is just yet
another example of something that our leader and his government
tried to hush up, which is true.
"This means,
basically, water levels have been rising. And it was said by many
land scientists that a sudden release of energy from our land's...
land, and we would more than likely have a scenario where an
overflow would take place.
"Now, as I
tried to explain to you in the house of speakers, I'm a man of
simple ideas. After all, what is an explosive, than a sudden
release of energy? Why would I even want to wire up the defences
when all I need to do is blow up some water?"
Jordan's face
had gone pale with fear. So had Jessica's. Jonathan's eyes had
widened.
The clock
clunked. The hand had reached the six.
"So basically,
I'd advise you to run," chuckled J, "And when the water hits you,
keep bouncing, bumbling, beating, booming on. And with a bit of
luck you'll have enough air in your lungs for you to reach the
surface, because this is gonna be big. Bigger than Copland."
There was a
disturbing rumbling in the distance. It was a nasty rumble. It
rumbled their insides. The walls shuddered, the ground growled.
"RUN!" yelled
Jordan, running down the trembling corridor. Jonathan and Jessica
followed, leaving the laughing neo-terrorist behind in the
cell.
They were at
the end of the corridor and Jessica was already out of breath. She
glanced out the window briefly, to see masses and masses of water
pouring over the top of the defences, miles away.
They burst out
of the building, many people doing similar in other buildings. In
an instant, the wall of water hit them, swamping everything out of
sight, tearing down buildings, the impact alone killing the
majority of people immediately.
Those who were
lucky enough to survive the horrifying impact of the wall of water,
had no choice but to keep bouncing, bumbling, beating, booming on.
Not that it would help at all, but bodily survival functions
considered it marginally better than doing nothing.
I’m Sorry For This Mess.
Little James wasn’t
really impressed with the outdoor land. His father had led him to a
balcony, positioned on the roof. It provided the best view of the
land outside. Or at least it would have, if that view had been any
good. It startled James. He had seen glimpses before, but never
expected what hit his retinas.
The books that
his father had provided envisioned a land of green, fields
stretching for miles, cities slowly climbing higher into the
beautiful horizon of a setting day as time went on, seasons of
snow, sun and water. He hadn’t expected it to be actually like
that, the small gap in the boarded up window had long shattered his
dreams. However, deep down inside him, he had hoped that the land
was a beautiful place, as described in now what seemed like the
obviously fictional books that had been there to propagate over his
life.
As James had
expected, the sky was an ugly mess, angry clouds constantly
rumbling their fury to the land below. But the land below didn’t
look all that good either. A dark and dingy mass of buildings, that
were either half built or half destroyed. Row upon row of tall,
cramped buildings filled the horizon, constantly continuing for
what seemed like forever. But far far away in the distance, James
could see the sea of broken, ugly, industrial, dormant buildings
come to a halt. He couldn’t quite make out what came after that, it
just looked like a massive patch of- nothingness.
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