Chapter Thirty-One
Jay woke up, opened his eyes. The pictures he had seen had been so vividly coloured and real that he half expected to find himself, once again a child, in his mother’s arms. How was it that he hadn’t dreamed like that in years? Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever had a dream. These thoughts, however, were suddenly wiped away by his startling predicament. He started to remember the events of the night before, and his eyes darted around, looking for possible danger.
The street was in daylight mode, and from where he was lying he could see the odd bubble car pass by. The sound of an automatically triggered advertisement also accompanied this low whirring of the electric vehicle.
He felt stiff all over, probably as a result of the frantic running he did yesterday and he was sore in many places, definitely the result of his beating. Suddenly he remembered what had happened to his chip, and he felt his arm now. The place where the chip had been stung, and a scab had begun to form from the clotted blood. Who had done it? And why? Was it to sell on the black market? Was it to steal his money? His identity? He wondered if at that very moment someone was inside his flat and…and what? Why would they be interested in his flat? They had probably made a transfer of funds and ditched the chip. Or was it all a scam to give an outsider a new identity? He didn’t know enough about the world of crime to answer any of these questions, so he shook them from his mind and concentrated on the problem in hand. What was he going to do to get his life…and his identity back.
Surely, he thought, as a legal citizen of the city, simply by presenting himself at a city guard station and making a claim would be enough? There must be a system for people like him who had been robbed. Yes, that was it. He would locate the nearest city guard station and they would help him. Of course, he would have to approach it right, so they just didn’t think he was an ex-insider. He would have to be convincing, and probably, have a little luck.
He stood up and brushed himself down the best he could. As he hadn’t bathed and had been lying in the dirty tunnel, he realised he smelled bad. The dirt on his skin also made him itch, but he resisted the temptation to scratch. If only he could clean himself up a bit before going to the city guards. Suddenly he had an idea, and realised that he would first head back to his flat block.
He stepped out from the alleyway and attempted to get his bearings. It didn’t take him long to see where he had come from yesterday and he started walking back along the side tunnels, heading for the main one that would lead to his own apartment block.
Ten minutes walk later, and he walked through the subway that had been the site of his predicament. He hadn’t met anyone on his walk, and realised that very few people actually did walk, preferring to take their bubble cars, or taxis everywhere. Those who did walk, he supposed, did it only if where they were going was a very short distance from where they lived.
He emerged from the subway and walked down to his flat block. Of course, the doors would be closed, preventing his access, but all he had to do was wait until someone came out, and then he could slip inside. At least, then, he would be off the street, and one step closer to home. So long as he didn’t attract the attention of the other residents, he figured he would be left alone, and although it was highly unlikely that he would be able to enter his own apartment, he wanted to check it out, to make sure nobody else was there. After he had done that, he would try to get into the gymnasium. He knew that once he was there, he could use a shower. That was the plan, anyway. He didn’t know how many controls there would be on the way, or if there would be a sensor like in the bar last night that would alert the management of the building to the presence of a chip-less visitor. Somehow, and feeling positive, he doubted there would be. Well, whatever there was, he would soon find out.
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The street was in daylight mode, and from where he was lying he could see the odd bubble car pass by. The sound of an automatically triggered advertisement also accompanied this low whirring of the electric vehicle.
He felt stiff all over, probably as a result of the frantic running he did yesterday and he was sore in many places, definitely the result of his beating. Suddenly he remembered what had happened to his chip, and he felt his arm now. The place where the chip had been stung, and a scab had begun to form from the clotted blood. Who had done it? And why? Was it to sell on the black market? Was it to steal his money? His identity? He wondered if at that very moment someone was inside his flat and…and what? Why would they be interested in his flat? They had probably made a transfer of funds and ditched the chip. Or was it all a scam to give an outsider a new identity? He didn’t know enough about the world of crime to answer any of these questions, so he shook them from his mind and concentrated on the problem in hand. What was he going to do to get his life…and his identity back.
Surely, he thought, as a legal citizen of the city, simply by presenting himself at a city guard station and making a claim would be enough? There must be a system for people like him who had been robbed. Yes, that was it. He would locate the nearest city guard station and they would help him. Of course, he would have to approach it right, so they just didn’t think he was an ex-insider. He would have to be convincing, and probably, have a little luck.
He stood up and brushed himself down the best he could. As he hadn’t bathed and had been lying in the dirty tunnel, he realised he smelled bad. The dirt on his skin also made him itch, but he resisted the temptation to scratch. If only he could clean himself up a bit before going to the city guards. Suddenly he had an idea, and realised that he would first head back to his flat block.
He stepped out from the alleyway and attempted to get his bearings. It didn’t take him long to see where he had come from yesterday and he started walking back along the side tunnels, heading for the main one that would lead to his own apartment block.
Ten minutes walk later, and he walked through the subway that had been the site of his predicament. He hadn’t met anyone on his walk, and realised that very few people actually did walk, preferring to take their bubble cars, or taxis everywhere. Those who did walk, he supposed, did it only if where they were going was a very short distance from where they lived.
He emerged from the subway and walked down to his flat block. Of course, the doors would be closed, preventing his access, but all he had to do was wait until someone came out, and then he could slip inside. At least, then, he would be off the street, and one step closer to home. So long as he didn’t attract the attention of the other residents, he figured he would be left alone, and although it was highly unlikely that he would be able to enter his own apartment, he wanted to check it out, to make sure nobody else was there. After he had done that, he would try to get into the gymnasium. He knew that once he was there, he could use a shower. That was the plan, anyway. He didn’t know how many controls there would be on the way, or if there would be a sensor like in the bar last night that would alert the management of the building to the presence of a chip-less visitor. Somehow, and feeling positive, he doubted there would be. Well, whatever there was, he would soon find out.
768 words
19,690 words
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