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Omnitrex tech part 8

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She is tall, just over six feet, with mouse brown hair swept back into a tight bun. Her piercing green eyes use her full pouting lips to their distracting advantage. She would be beautiful if she wasn’t so severe. The robes and spectacles of her office do not detract from this.

EMT one, in response to the summons set forth by her gaze, stands off to her side and appears to Paul to be repeating what he knew of the situation, pointing at Paul and then pointing at his own ear; he must be explaining that Paul’s hearing was probably shot.

She nodded curtly and shot a glance a Paul. He instinctively cringed. This was not going to be fun. From out of the long black robes her arm appeared bearing her Honor, the Detective’s, trex, which was as black as her robe. She worked its settings and a beam was set out a few yards and she spun on her high heeled boots. As she did so, a cylindrical partition fabbed itself, forming a silvery barrier between the curiosity seekers and Paul and herself. Paul wished he could hear the silent zone it must be creating and then laughed to himself about such a paradox, trying not to let her see his amused face.

The Detective then pointed her trex at the space between herself and Paul and began to move her mouth. As she did so, glowing red words started to form in the thin air, lasting only a few seconds, just long enough to be sure he was reading them.

“Let me see your trex,” the words commanded and Paul obeyed, handing the device to the Detective. She, in turn, set it to interface her own. A moment which lasted precisely one half of Infinity went by when at last more words appeared in the air:

“Don’t think that just because you’ve lost your hearing that I shall go easy on you.”

“I don’t understand, your honor,” Paul replied to the best of his ability.

“Do not play games nor play at being stupid. You are a citizen with juvenile priors. You were pinged and recorded crossing into a registered high alert zone not only by the Ubiquitous Network, not only by your fellow citizens, but by your very own trex. You happen to be on hand when some sort of high energy device tore through the Little China Casino. You are therefore in big trouble, mister. You also don’t have to shout.”

Paul’s mind raced. Some sort of high energy device? Then they don’t know what it was either. Think man, think!

“I’m innocent, your honor,” he said, trying not to be terribly loud.

“I did not ask for your plea yet, citizen.”

“Yes, I know your honor, but you have only look at my personal records…I haven’t the needed skills to trex such a device nor do I have the finances with which to implement such a device.”

“Which is precisely why you are obviously part of a terrorist cell bent on destroying our way of life. You are the perfect candidate,” she raged, peering through Paul’s records, “Three mortgages. Three! My God man, have you no sense? Recently demoted at work. Your inwykbwyk scores at your place of employment are atrocious. Nor do you have any sense of presence on the feeds. What else are you but the latest in a long series of converts to the other side?”

Paul was getting frantic. Exposed terrorist collaborators were prematurely retired. That would be no fun, no fun at all. “What about the boy? The boy could vouch for me!”

“Boy? What boy? I see no boy on the records. Are you pleading insanity?”

“No, no, your honor, I’m not. See, there was this smart ass—“

Language.”

“Sorry, your honor, there was this troublesome boy who I was chasing because he scared the daylights out of me with this crazy projection while I was heading to work.”

“Why chase him? Why not just ignore him and go about your day?”

“Well, your honor, you are very correct in saying my feed presence is terrible. Today being Monday and all I thought I’d get a vid of this kid and his wild projection and maybe do a mashup or two as my contribution—“

The Detective interrupted, “I see no such vid in your trex.”

“Well, that’s just it, your honor, before I could gather some shots, that high energy device went off and knocked me out.”

“An interesting story, citizen, though it’s a pity you won’t live to see it flushed out. I find you guilty of treason for which the penalty is death.” And the Detective raised her trex and the edge facing Paul began to glow green.

“On second though, I think I’ll let you live,” the Detective’s words read. She worked her trex, and its edge no longer was glowing green. “I have conceived of a notion where in you might just prove to be valuable. What say you, citizen?”

Paul thought to himself. Well, great. There is no choice in the matter. “Of course I accept,” he said, still not hearing his own words. To himself he added, “Bitch.”

“Excellent. It occurs to me that it would be extremely helpful to have someone on the inside track to the terrorist cell you are a part of—“

“But—“

“Do not interrupt me again,” spilled the glowing red words, “Your continued presence in our society hinges on how well you, ah, can listen.”

Paul couldn’t help but let his face fall into a sneer upon reading those words. This lady could really turn the screws if she wanted to. Even if he had his hearing, even if he hadn’t been knocked on his butt, he would have been no match for her on any level. “What do I need to do, he said, finally.

“Very little, which seems to be right up your alley. Do you know what the word ‘spy’ means, citizen?”

Paul had heard the word on a collaborated sitcom once upon a time. One corporation had sent spies into another corporation to learn their secrets. All ludicrous nonsense, of course, but wonderful for artificial drama. “Yes, I think so,” he said.

“Good. You shall be my spy into the terrorist cell you inhabit. Once a night, you shall send what info you have to a special feed address that I’m installing in your trex as we speak.”

“What information are you looking for?”

“Anything and everything, citizen. Names. Faces. Addresses. Anything that springs to mind. Be comprehensive. And mind yourself, citizen, I didn’t earn the spectacles for being naïve.”

After a thoughtful pause she leaned closer and added and emphasis tag to the letters, “Translation: Don’t feed me bullshight, or I’ll have your ace trexed into a thin green line.”

Feeling his manhood dwindle, Paul squeaked out “Are we done, then, your Honor?”

She shot air out of her nose quickly, pursed her lips and, after tossing his trex back to him, regarded him with scrutiny. “Citizen, we’ve just got started.”

And with a wave of her trex, the barrier between them and the rest of the world vanished.
***
The scene that presented them was a carnival of trex madness. The Detective’s barrier, while seeming to keep the curious out, served as a signal flare to a novelty hungry humanity. More officers had arrived to enforce the original circle, they had trexed out a physical barricade, but still had quite a time with people trying to jump over the plastic barrier. Some folk were sitting on the shoulders of others, trex’s extended to their max, their viewscreens stretched in novel and probably uncomfortable ways.

Technicians in white coats were using their trex’s to examine the burnt plastic bits that had shot from the wall and other’s were inside the casino, it’s bright colors and sounds peering like a hole to another universe in the white plastiform wall that once housed it.

Paul’s ears, in the meantime, were starting to buzz. Filled with insects, angry, angry insects. He pulled the plastic sheet up over his head to form a sort of cloak. No sense giving the gawkers more material than they deserved. The Detective was talking with one of the officers who was in turn barking orders at the others. After a moment, the detective came over and said something to him but he still couldn’t make it out.

Exasperation covering her face, his trex vibrated and he saw that text was being transmitted in real time. “We’re going to need to run a little diversion to get you out of here. Where were you planning on going?”

“Back home, I think. Fark, I don’t know”

“No, not home. I don’t care how you feel.” The words said after she saw the look on his face. “We need to give your friends the impression that nothing is wrong with you. I suggest you go to work as soon as your hearing returns. In the meantime, you’ll need to step into my office.”

Paul followed her into the casino.

***
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Working my way through.

I'm taking time out from my own stuff to catch up with Omintrex from the beginning. This chapter is just great, so roll on the next - in about a minute from now!

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Kew kew kewlio, thanks for

Kew kew kewlio, thanks for all the consideration!

orwell

this is why I read oort! fantastic, and getting better.

This variation on the PKDick dystopia is working for me.

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Thanks! If anything, i need

Thanks! If anything, i need to read more PKD. He's got, what, 300 novels or sumpthin' like that?

Cool direction

I like where this is heading! One thing, I feel the induction of Paul as a spy should take longer. It felt kind of rushed. Maybe they take him to the detective station (is that what the casino is?) and subject him to some psychological profiling or somesuch. Good stuff!

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hahaha...did it feel rushed?

hahaha...did it feel rushed? good! hopefully soon we'll see why, if it comes to pass as i think it might. thanks for the input, though, it gives me a new angle to think about.

I want to convey a slight confucian justice system in this world, when you have billions working in one city, expediency becomes rather important, especially when one of the greatest inconveniences the police force could impose on it's citizenry is wasting their time...

with all your statistical data stored on your trex, a psych profile could be done at a later date by the detective and any staff she might have. good idear!