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Dexley's Dystopia
Whrrrrr
*click*......
.........Whrrrrr*click*...........
......................Whrrrrrr*click*....
It was already shaping up to be a bad day for Dexley. He did not appreciate being woken up this early.
If the Ruling Committee were going to make 'Cleansing Programs' a mandatory installation for all working computers, couldn’t they at least design one that wouldn't start at god-know when in the morning and make such an aggrivating noise? This would be Dexley's last non-school day for 6 weeks. Wasn't he entitled to at least one last snooze until at least well after 11am?
He shook himself awake and banished this line of thought.
In the dark, he crawled out of bed and waded over to his computer. What time was it? He checked his alarm.
.........Whrrrrr*click*...........
......................Whrrrrrr*click*....
It was already shaping up to be a bad day for Dexley. He did not appreciate being woken up this early.
If the Ruling Committee were going to make 'Cleansing Programs' a mandatory installation for all working computers, couldn’t they at least design one that wouldn't start at god-know when in the morning and make such an aggrivating noise? This would be Dexley's last non-school day for 6 weeks. Wasn't he entitled to at least one last snooze until at least well after 11am?
He shook himself awake and banished this line of thought.
In the dark, he crawled out of bed and waded over to his computer. What time was it? He checked his alarm.
6am
He'd
never get back to sleep now. Guess he'd just have to get up an game until Mum
got up and made breakfast. However, he might not be able to
game if the Cleansing Program had wiped any relevant files off his computer.
He bashed his toe on the clunky silver button on the front of his
computer.
Click.
A tiny green halo emerged in dark. The
monitor swam into life. An electric blue sunrise dawned on Dexley's room. He
quickly checked his hard drive. 20 files were now gone. "Vicarious (TM)
entertainment presents: 'National Defence Regiment 15 II" still
remained. Thank fuck for that.
Which 20 files had been deleted? Some music? A few videos? Meh. He'd get over it. Besides, all his important stuff was still on here...
He double clicked on the DEF-REG 15 Icon; a blood red sun setting over a bayoneted assault rife jutting end first out of the ground, and signed in.
Suddenly, his speakers assulted him with a faint pinging noise. His bright, blue desktop
decayed and revealed a blunted grey box that delivered this friendly
message:
"Network
Access denied. Unregistered user. Register yourself within the next 60 seconds or this terminal will power down permanently!"
Dexley
hadn't taken his daily does of Nani-Tab yet.
With
a push, his chair carried him over to his wardrobe. Without needing a light, his hands found a mass of tiny plastic containers. He
pulled one out, tore off the top and downed the contents in one go.
His face clenched at the battery acid taste. The bionic implants in his face and hands stirred in magnetic arousal as he let the nanites course though his system. It was a little early in
the morning for something that strong. Dexley noted the plastic container and the the bubbly, kid friendly letter's advertising that this version of Nani-Tab was a "Yummy Strawberry flavor". It only tasted like liquid rust to Dexley. He couldn't wait until he was
old enough to have it in a quick injection form like Mum and Dad.
His computer responded the invisible electrical fields now eminating from his finger-tips and let him sign in...
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