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Mel and a hooded Viking were walking down the deserted road of Los Angeles as they were walking the back streets to avoid any unwanted attention by Spyral guards that were now walking the streets of where the angels had fell down hard. Since Spyral had apparently dealt with the virus that they announced on Spyral Ltd (in which Mel had threw comments and rolled her eyes at the television set the whole time of the airing), they had stopped using guards that were programmable and used actual human guards that looked like body builders then anything.
In all truth to be told, they weren’t actual human guards, they appeared solid, and they couldn’t appear places via Sphinxes. They were genetically modified and genetically solidified androids in the disguise of humans, as appose to the other ones they were androids, but they were much sophisticated and had a much more diverse internal hard drive compared to these backups. The real things were classified as Class WTF – Class Western Taxic Furan, while compared to these back talking androids were classified as Class STFU – Class Southern Taxic Furan that Sarah had now threatened them with planting the virus Mississippi in them if they stopped following orders. The only program that was able to recognise and counter blackmail in the world was Spyro, it was Brad’s doing. These androids had been told what the virus could do to them and Sarah had directly ordered to do their jobs or face Mississippi and try to live through it without being sent to the scrap yard.
Mel took a sharp left as Viking trailed her, trying to remember the way to Ravyn’s apartment building as Ravyn had got lost several times trying to find it, but Mel ended up asking someone on the street for directions and they found it no time. Mel found herself on a main street, looking up at a pair of old concreted stairs that had cracked in a couple of thousand places. Mel sighed as she looked up to a window on the far right to see if Ravyn was doing her day job and looking out the window. She wasn’t. Mel sighed again, as she started to walk up the pair of stairs that led up to a door, and as Viking trailed. Mel pushed the door opened and held it open for Viking to walk through.
The door closed as the pair of wanted Old Worlders started to climb the stairs to the seventh floor of the building, to the seventh corridor and then to eventually open the door which was the seventh on the right with the number seven written on it with a gold seven shining dully under the hallway’s light.
“Welcome back to the hellhole that I call society,” grumbled Ravyn, as she appeared at the kitchen, as they had walked directly to the entertaining room and past the kitchen. They turned around to see a depressed Ravyn. “Exile is just a click away while freedom has been permanently deleted from your hard drive. Please reboot and start again. All unsaved files will be lost for eternity.”
“Have you been drinking, Ravyn?” asked Mel, unsure, as Viking frowned with worry and took off his hood.
“No, I wish I were though,” answered Ravyn. “Joanna hasn’t returned. I’m getting worried about her. If she was angry at me like she was at the Chinese place, she would’ve picked up her clothes and things. She hasn’t. What’s happened to her?”
“She’s a New Worlder, she can survive,” scoffed Mel, as she turned back around and started to walk over to the window, but Viking stood his ground. “New Worlders believe they have the potential to go and survive anything. I would love to see them survive Old World Africa with its deserts.” She stopped at the window and peered outside to see Spyral guards standing still and looking around for suspicious activity taking place. “Look at those guards. They are useless and dumb prototypes Spyral has got going there. Again, what this world has come down to is pathetic.”
“They aren’t dumb prototypes,” corrected Viking, as he spun around to face Mel, still concerned about Ravyn in the back of his head. Mel detached herself from staring out the window and looked to Viking. “They are another form of guards from Spyral, as a backup to the other ones. Apparently these ones annoy the **** out of the dictatress, because they refuse to follow orders and drive her mad with rage on occasions, says the word that’s going around about these guys.” Viking decided to take a look for himself as he walked over to the window and looked through the glass down to the pavement where the guards stood. “These Spyral guards were prototyped in the war, and made a ****** mess of the Japanese and the Germans in both Saigon and Berlin.” Ho Chi Minh City had been renamed Saigon in 2009 because of political opposition to the Vietnamese suppression of the Buddhist monks that now, in the New World, finding a Buddhist monk would be finding a needle in the haystack. The Japanese had started to invade Southeast Asia, as the Chinese were struggling to defend their territory; so the Japanese spared themselves bloodshed of either side and went around China. Didn’t take them long to shift an entire army around such a large country, and then raided Vietnam and the surrounding countries. As demonstrated in the previous World War, they didn’t stand a chance against the Australians when they had reached the bordering countries of the island nation. “They caused the commanding officers and the groups of technicians, trouble on a regular basis as they thrived on rebellion. I don’t know why they are back on the production line, that virus must’ve been a big one to hurt the normal ******* badly.”
“I thought you told us that you only fought in Berlin, where you fought off the Germans?” asked Mel, recalling their first decent conversation from the other night at the noodle bar. Ravyn stopped standing up in the kitchen and came over to the window, which was her window that she stared out of all day wondering what the **** was wrong with her. She sat on the window sill in between Viking and Mel. “I knew you fought in the war though.”
“You fought in the Third Great War and survived both Berlin and Saigon?” asked Ravyn, impressed already by this stranger that she knew as Viking. Viking had been staying there for about a day or two now, and he was planning to stay longer. “That’s really something to be proud of.”
“I was originally stationed in Saigon to take down the Japanese before they reached Jakarta and Singapore, but days before the invasion of Saigon I got deployed and moved over to Berlin, to try and fight off the Germans, you know, to try and attack them at the heart, at their beloved capital city,” remembered Viking, as he felt like he was the oldest one there because he had been the only one that had fought in the war and he held many memories of both camps that he had been stationed at it. “The Germans were ruthless in their attempts to get rid us, so these guys, downstairs, had been brought in, only just created they were still prototypes, but they were annoying outside of the fighting on the killing fields. They picked on certain soldiers and provoked the rest of us to fight them. We knew we would get a dishonourable discharge for causing trouble if we fought them. Then another soldier, Jimmy, we all called him that because he loved Jim Beam, cracked one day and threw a grenade at a whole bunch of them. But behind those guards were a bunch of emergency firecrackers, so he threw the grenade at them and caused an explosion that only set off the firecrackers and didn’t harm the guards at all. He died of third degree burns and internal haemorrhaging in his brain. The war was ****; the media depicted it in the best aspects only. **** media control.”
“I’m sorry to hear,” replied Mel, as Viking returned from his trip down memory lane. Ravyn wanted to say something, but Mel had just said it for her. “I take it, what this society has become is worse than the war to you, or is it the opposite way around?”
“This society is worse, we at least in the war had a right to express our thoughts and opinions without being shot for it, that’s why I was originally there, to protect our freedom and our rights, funny isn’t it?” scoffed Viking. “I fought for nothing in the end.”
“Our loss is their gain,” added Ravyn, as everyone looked for Ravyn’s explanation of such a statement. “You fought for a G-o-d, and a country that had freedom of choice and freedom of thought, and that only made way for a ruling to take place which in the end, you regret ever fighting for this country because of the way society is now, it’s a tyrannical son of a ***** ruling. There’s no happiness and there’s just no nothing, you have to make a world of yours to retain your sanity. Even that is questionable with me right now, sanity; it’s like a contradiction in itself.”
“And even that you get punished for, making a world of your own, well, in all truth to be told, it’s hard to do anything that’s concerning the right to be an individual,” Mel added onto Ravyn’s sentence as she looked away from looking at Ravyn to back down at the guards that had now disappeared as they were too busy pinning someone else for an unreasonable crime. “It’s unbelievable how pathetic and the sort of level this society has stooped down to. I thought I would never survive the blast, but I didn’t know I would be awake to see such a rule like the one of Hitler’s but the only difference is, that, this is much worse than what the history documentaries on the History Channel told me about Hitler’s regime.”
“I hear a group of people are planning to go against the monarchy and try to override Spyral,” Viking changed the topic, as everyone looked to Viking in curiosity. “I know stupidity in its rawest form, but still remaining such a good idea. I know I’m even tempted to dig further into such a thought.”
“Who did you hear this from?” asked Ravyn, frowning as she couldn’t remember which Old Worlder had told her today about the exact same thing down at the Chinese takeaway shop that she had started turning up to and ordering the same thing on a daily basis. “I think I heard someone talking about the same thing. I just cannot remember who though.”
“Was it Bella from the bar?” asked Viking. Ravyn didn’t know, she couldn’t remember, so she shrugged as an answer to Viking’s enquiries. “Ah, Bella, my dear friend, her, and I go long back before the war, yeah me and Bar Bella, we all called her.” Then memories of Bella and him started to come back. “We were the best of mates–”
“Okay, your war story was great, but we seriously do not need to hear you relive memories of Bella and tell us details that in the first place, we didn’t need to be given,” Mel interrupted Viking’s second trip back down memory lane, as she had just stopped him floating around in space and time, and brought him back to earth. “What is this about a rebellion against the rule you mentioned before you went into your own little world with Bella?”
“You know her?” asked Viking to Mel, as Mel nodded. Mel knew Bella well, ever since she came to the City of Angels, they had survived the blast together, and they had helped each other out on various occasions concerning various reasons. “Wow, what a small world we really live in.”
“I repeat, what is this about a rebellion against the rule you mentioned before you went into your own little world with Bella?” Mel repeated the same question, knowing that if she started to talk about her history with Bella, Viking would get sidetracked and Mel had figured by now that she shouldn’t rely on Ravyn’s memory on everything.
“Oh that, yeah, well, rumour has it, there’s a group of Old Worlders, Bella said there were three of them who are planning to take society’s matters into their own and try and overthrow the ***** that lives upstairs,” answered Viking, recalling what Bella had told him as he had run into her outside the market place that day, as Mel had told him to sit in the corner opposite the market place, he wasn’t to speak and he wasn’t to show his face or to come into the marketplace with her. “I heard the draft plan out and I reckon it is a good start to such a clever idea.”
“What’s the draft plan so far, genius?” asked Mel, not impressed by such a thought of overtaking a large regime, but at the same time, torn between by being not impressed by an idea and thinking it was the greatest thing ever. The last time that she could think that an attempt to overthrow the New World orders and the people behind them, was the time where the old ruler had been assassinated by a group of rebels, and that was years ago.
“Bella said that there was going to be a meeting held in a couple of days to start drawing up who can do what and when, because she said that there isn’t enough resources and knowledge of Spyral to overthrow it just yet,” Viking explained, as he tried to remember what Bella had said to him, because he was too busy trying to keep his head down because Spyral guards had come past to survey the environment. “She said get the Old Worlders together, because a minority could not be able to construct such a sophisticated blue print of a plan. She said a majority would work better, and I actually agree with her there. It sounds so good to be true.”
“So what was the actual draft plan, Viking?” asked Mel, still torn between the pros and cons of such a tempting plan.
“I don’t know, I was too busy trying to keep my head down because of the Spyral guards that had just walked past, I heard they have face recognition software built into them,” answered Viking. “I didn’t want to get busted and plus, Bella said there wasn’t an actual blue print to the plan just yet.”
“But you said, you heard the draft plan out,” Ravyn remembered. “So, in all truth, you didn’t hear the draft out because there was no draft plan even constructed at the time of talking.” Viking looked a bit guilty of such a crime of misinforming his friends and nodded. “So in starters, you could’ve just said that you had heard a brilliant and tempting idea off Bella, instead of saying that there was already a draft drawn up and that you had heard it. Be clear next time Viking.” There was small silence in between the trio. “Now that I think of it, I think I did hear the same thing off an Old Worlder down at the Chinese place where we met.”
“Where do you mean? Jeezy’s?” asked Mel, as Ravyn shrugged, not knowing the name of the place, but knowing that it served good fried rice. “It’s called Jeezy’s Chinese Palace, Ravyn, if you didn’t know that. I should know that, been there almost every single day ever since it opened.”
“So what do I tell Bella, folks?” asked Viking. “I mean, I really haven’t heard any objection to a tempting proposition.”
“I say it’s a death on a stick,” answered Mel, bluntly. “Unless you can get a genius who knows the system back to front like the back of their hands, there’s no point, its suicide.”
“That’s what I think they are trying to do Melissa, they are trying to get us all together so we can work as a majority,” assumed Ravyn, remembering Viking’s explanation of what Bella had proposed to him. “They want us all in because we would have different talents at different things. I don’t know what I can do for the project, but heck, I’m in if I get my freedom back.”
“Well, at least I’m glad that I know you’re not completely senile and a total nutcase,” commented Viking, as Ravyn shot him a threatening look. “Just pulling your leg. You’re cool.”
“I don’t know about it, the Spyral system is protected thoroughly and it’s more sophisticated than I can think of it as being, and look at me, I basically know everything about the people and the society that the corporation have created,” contemplated Mel, thoroughly as she was starting to look at her options with a cringed face. “I guess, until I say no, I’m in.” Viking secretly hissed the word yes in his head, as he knew Mel’s intelligence about the New World would be greatly appreciated by both him and the rest of the Old Worlders that would be joining in their mission to save the world. “I could actually put my knowledge of the New World and of Spyral to great use this way, now that I think of it. And like Ravyn said, I’m in as well, but I want my freedom assured.”
“You should know better than that Melissa,” Viking started, folding his arms and frowning. “Freedom was always assured, it was just denied to us through global corporal takeovers like Spyral’s reign and manipulating leaders who like that tyrant up there, never put a return address on the back of our freedom.”
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