Note - I really enjoyed writing this one and I think this could be fleshed out into something decent -
Ryley walked up the steps to the station where Claire was waiting for him. She signaled to him the moment he was in view as he hurried to meet her.
"Where did you disappear to?" Claire asked.
"Sorry the teacher slowed me down." replied Ryley
The train screeched into the station as they lined up to get on board. As Claire got on she swiped her arm bar-code over the payment scanner. On verification the computer chimed in, "Thank you Claire McKenny, enjoy your ride!" Ryley had always struggled to separate himself from the pack so he had his bar-code embedded into his right arm. This was technically illegal but his father was connected enough that no charges we're ever bought against him. Once again after verifying his identity the computer cheerfully replied, " Thank you Ryley Deckard, enjoy your ride!
As usual all the seat we're taken so Claire and Ryley resigned to standing. The computer's voice once again filled the cabin with it's overly friendly tone. "The train will be leaving soon but first a word from our sponsors. At this point all the walls turned transparent as each one began showing the same advert.
"Think your neighbours are up to something. Turn you paranoia into cold hard cash. Call 1800-Betrayal Today!" The Ministry of Protection logo flashed briefly as the wall transformed back.
Ryley lent over to Claire and asked "Have you ever actually called that number?"
"Are you kidding me, my neighbours work for the Ministry of Protection. At this rate I'll never get a new car. You should call it; your neighbours aren't even Australian, it's easy cash."
Ryley ignored her as he watched the other station from afar. Something was happening but he couldn't make out what exactly. The police we're interviewing several passengers. This was all standard behavior but suddenly a large thud was heard, it was a sound Ryley had never heard before. It was gunfire, the police had opened fire at a couple as they fled across the station. The first was a man whose face had been scarred by small pox but other than that he was quite handsome, well built and incredible fast.
"What's wrong with his face?" asked Clarie.
It was the second runner that fascinated Ryley. She was young and quite petite with long unkempt red hair. As she ran Ryley was transfixed, he had never seen anyone quite like her before . So full of life and so very fast. Bullets flew passed her head but she paid not attention, in fact she was smiling like it was a summer afternoon and she was running away from her brother. Nothing seemed to be real for her, she existed in her own world free from worry.
Ryley asked, "Who do you think they?"
Claire replied, "Some derelicts probably don't even have arm coders. I don't know why I hate carrying cash, I prefer just having all my money written on my hand."
"Wouldn't it be great to be that free," quipped Ryley
"Your weird" Claire smiled.
Ryley watched the red head run on as their train began to move on, leaving her in the distance.
Ryley walked up the steps to the station where Claire was waiting for him. She signaled to him the moment he was in view as he hurried to meet her.
"Where did you disappear to?" Claire asked.
"Sorry the teacher slowed me down." replied Ryley
The train screeched into the station as they lined up to get on board. As Claire got on she swiped her arm bar-code over the payment scanner. On verification the computer chimed in, "Thank you Claire McKenny, enjoy your ride!" Ryley had always struggled to separate himself from the pack so he had his bar-code embedded into his right arm. This was technically illegal but his father was connected enough that no charges we're ever bought against him. Once again after verifying his identity the computer cheerfully replied, " Thank you Ryley Deckard, enjoy your ride!
As usual all the seat we're taken so Claire and Ryley resigned to standing. The computer's voice once again filled the cabin with it's overly friendly tone. "The train will be leaving soon but first a word from our sponsors. At this point all the walls turned transparent as each one began showing the same advert.
"Think your neighbours are up to something. Turn you paranoia into cold hard cash. Call 1800-Betrayal Today!" The Ministry of Protection logo flashed briefly as the wall transformed back.
Ryley lent over to Claire and asked "Have you ever actually called that number?"
"Are you kidding me, my neighbours work for the Ministry of Protection. At this rate I'll never get a new car. You should call it; your neighbours aren't even Australian, it's easy cash."
Ryley ignored her as he watched the other station from afar. Something was happening but he couldn't make out what exactly. The police we're interviewing several passengers. This was all standard behavior but suddenly a large thud was heard, it was a sound Ryley had never heard before. It was gunfire, the police had opened fire at a couple as they fled across the station. The first was a man whose face had been scarred by small pox but other than that he was quite handsome, well built and incredible fast.
"What's wrong with his face?" asked Clarie.
It was the second runner that fascinated Ryley. She was young and quite petite with long unkempt red hair. As she ran Ryley was transfixed, he had never seen anyone quite like her before . So full of life and so very fast. Bullets flew passed her head but she paid not attention, in fact she was smiling like it was a summer afternoon and she was running away from her brother. Nothing seemed to be real for her, she existed in her own world free from worry.
Ryley asked, "Who do you think they?"
Claire replied, "Some derelicts probably don't even have arm coders. I don't know why I hate carrying cash, I prefer just having all my money written on my hand."
"Wouldn't it be great to be that free," quipped Ryley
"Your weird" Claire smiled.
Ryley watched the red head run on as their train began to move on, leaving her in the distance.
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