Beacon Of Light: Episode one (The ultimate post apocalyptic sci-fi thriller serial) by Luis Samways
Authors: Luis Samways
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One
Present day
‘Okay, the signal is up and running. That’s all of them now. Hopefully Conway will appreciate my efforts,’ the techy guy says to the woman beside him. She gives him an inconsistent stare as if to downplay his role in this particular operation.
‘You did your job, that’s all we asked you to do,’ she says spitefully.
‘That’s beside the point. I’m fed up of all this shit. You can’t surely think that my life can return to normal after this do you?’ He asks.
She smiles as she overlooks the big monitor in front of her. Dotted on the monitors is a schematic of the United States. On the schematic are flashing dots covering all of the states. There are quite a few of them, each one blinking within its own rhythm. The screen is bouncing with light as she puts her hand behind her head and fiddles with her hair clip. She looks back down at the technician who seems to be waiting for her to respond to his previous question.
‘Who said anything about your life returning to normal?’ She says calmly.
The comment catches the technician off guard. He squints his eyes in confusion.
‘What do mean? Of course my life is going to return to normal. It’s all done now. Every beacon is active. It’s taken me long enough. I have a life to get back to,’ he explains as he starts exiting the current computer application he is on.
‘You have no life now. You’re just a number, just like the beacons out there. You have given your life to this government, for that we are grateful. Anything but your life is not acceptable. You can’t go back to the life you once knew. I thought we made that clear when we hired you. We pay big money for a reason you know,’ the woman says as she continues to fondle with her hair clip, one hand remaining at her side as she does so.
‘Big money? How the hell am I supposed to spend any of it if you won’t let me leave? For all I know you guys are just stringing me along. I haven’t seen a single payslip yet.’
‘You don’t need to see anything number nine,’ she says.
The man’s face grows red with anger.
‘I fucking told you guys to not call me number nine. My name is…’
Before the man can finish what he was about to say the woman pulls a sharp pointed spear like object from her bunched up hair. She swings the pointed object down and lands it firmly in the cranium of the man. He starts to convulse as he sits on his chair. The signs of life rush out of him as he catches onto one last breath. She pulls the sharp object out of his skull and throws it on the floor. She reaches into her smart office jacket and pulls out her cell phone. She dials some numbers and brings the phone to her ear.
‘I’m going to need another technician….Number nine was terminated….Lets just call it a slight glitch,’ she says coldly
Two
Ray was doing his usual Monday morning routine. Check his emails, look at the world news and run his postal business from home. The online ordering business is a strange business to be in. It always made him laugh at some of the things people send others. His business was a gifting website so to speak. People would log onto his website and randomly gift things to random people. It worked on a registration system that matched certain people up and recommended them as being compatible with the other. It was his new take on online dating. It had worked seeing that he makes a rather neat living off it. He’s not rich by any stretch of the imagination. A lot of the money he makes goes into the infrastructure of his website. Sure, he’s had plenty of big money offers from companies who want to buy his unique brand, but he’s sure of where his routes lie and they lie with the users. He wants it to be a homely place for lonely people to make friends. Even if that means getting by while having his apartment filled to the brim with servers.
He’s staring at his computer screen and digesting the world’s events. He usually does this with a cup
Present day
‘Okay, the signal is up and running. That’s all of them now. Hopefully Conway will appreciate my efforts,’ the techy guy says to the woman beside him. She gives him an inconsistent stare as if to downplay his role in this particular operation.
‘You did your job, that’s all we asked you to do,’ she says spitefully.
‘That’s beside the point. I’m fed up of all this shit. You can’t surely think that my life can return to normal after this do you?’ He asks.
She smiles as she overlooks the big monitor in front of her. Dotted on the monitors is a schematic of the United States. On the schematic are flashing dots covering all of the states. There are quite a few of them, each one blinking within its own rhythm. The screen is bouncing with light as she puts her hand behind her head and fiddles with her hair clip. She looks back down at the technician who seems to be waiting for her to respond to his previous question.
‘Who said anything about your life returning to normal?’ She says calmly.
The comment catches the technician off guard. He squints his eyes in confusion.
‘What do mean? Of course my life is going to return to normal. It’s all done now. Every beacon is active. It’s taken me long enough. I have a life to get back to,’ he explains as he starts exiting the current computer application he is on.
‘You have no life now. You’re just a number, just like the beacons out there. You have given your life to this government, for that we are grateful. Anything but your life is not acceptable. You can’t go back to the life you once knew. I thought we made that clear when we hired you. We pay big money for a reason you know,’ the woman says as she continues to fondle with her hair clip, one hand remaining at her side as she does so.
‘Big money? How the hell am I supposed to spend any of it if you won’t let me leave? For all I know you guys are just stringing me along. I haven’t seen a single payslip yet.’
‘You don’t need to see anything number nine,’ she says.
The man’s face grows red with anger.
‘I fucking told you guys to not call me number nine. My name is…’
Before the man can finish what he was about to say the woman pulls a sharp pointed spear like object from her bunched up hair. She swings the pointed object down and lands it firmly in the cranium of the man. He starts to convulse as he sits on his chair. The signs of life rush out of him as he catches onto one last breath. She pulls the sharp object out of his skull and throws it on the floor. She reaches into her smart office jacket and pulls out her cell phone. She dials some numbers and brings the phone to her ear.
‘I’m going to need another technician….Number nine was terminated….Lets just call it a slight glitch,’ she says coldly
Two
Ray was doing his usual Monday morning routine. Check his emails, look at the world news and run his postal business from home. The online ordering business is a strange business to be in. It always made him laugh at some of the things people send others. His business was a gifting website so to speak. People would log onto his website and randomly gift things to random people. It worked on a registration system that matched certain people up and recommended them as being compatible with the other. It was his new take on online dating. It had worked seeing that he makes a rather neat living off it. He’s not rich by any stretch of the imagination. A lot of the money he makes goes into the infrastructure of his website. Sure, he’s had plenty of big money offers from companies who want to buy his unique brand, but he’s sure of where his routes lie and they lie with the users. He wants it to be a homely place for lonely people to make friends. Even if that means getting by while having his apartment filled to the brim with servers.
He’s staring at his computer screen and digesting the world’s events. He usually does this with a cup
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