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"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, tripping over a clod of mud protruding from the ground. Checking over my shoulder, I made sure no one had heard me. You had to be careful at times like these, times of the Techno's. It'd been awhile since they'd first visited the city. I use 'visited' instead of 'invaded' because, whereas most people's views were black or white, I was still undecided. I wasn't sure whether the Techno's were good news or bad, which is why I was doing this, to find out. It was well known that they had unbelievable technology and knowledge. Before the virus, computers ruled my life, and I guess I was what you'd call an expert. The Techno's intrigued me, which was another reason why I was doing this.
This. People around the city spoke of what the Techno's did with the 'lost ones'. I myself had not lost anyone close to me due to the Techno's. Hell, there was no one close to me to lose. People thought the rumours were nothing but, and I felt the same way up until now. I…I don't know, I guess you could call it a 'gut-feeling' but nothing seemed to fit. I understood that the leader, RAM, as he was called, was a genius, but the gadgets that the Techno's wore were fascinating. Even if RAM did come up with the design plans and circuits, how did he manufacture and create them? This is why I was doing it, for proof and answers. I just hoped that I wouldn't get caught.
Adjusting my make-shift cam I'd created myself out of various pieces of junk, I tightened it around my waist, not wanting it slipping off. I opened the vent to the roof using a small pocket-knife. I figured the Techno's wouldn't expect someone coming in from above, and I'd monitored the place for a week for any signs of camera's and other security, nothing. I entered the tight-fitting hole and crawled through. Not the best place to be if you're claustrophobic, and unfortunately, I was. My breathing became more shallow and I was sweating heavily. I passed various other vents in which the rooms seemed to be empty. I slowed my pace as I heard a large booming voice from the vent ahead of me. Crawling as far as I could without actually being in front of the vent, I saw a clinically white room with various computers and gadget scattered around in an orderly fashion. A small sink was below the vent I was peering through and my breath caught in my throat as I heard the oh-so-familiar voice of CityNet.
"Oh shit." I muttered, then snapped my eyes to the wheelchair-bound person, to check whether he'd hear me. Fortunately, he hadn't. I mentally scolded myself for being so stupid. I'd come through the wrong vent! I was supposed to be on the other side of the building. I was wondering how to escape my predicament when I saw the vent dropped vertically just up ahead of me. I could turn around, make my way out and try again some other time. I cautiously crawled past the vent and towards the drop. Dangling my legs over, I uncomfortably twisted my body so that I faced the other way. Attempting to haul myself back up, I felt the rope around my waist loosen and quickly shot out my hand to grab it. Too late. I cringed as it shot down the vent, banging the sides as it went, causing a large booming sound to echo through the building.
"WHAT was THAT?" I heard RAM pronounce the first and last words carefully as he shouted his statement to the whole tribe. "Jay!" He called after.
Hearing RAM's loud voice put me back in action. I quickly shuttled down the vent-way, banging my head as I went. I didn't care, I just wanted out of that vent and now. The exit was so close I could smell the fresh air, which propelled me on even furthur. Exiting the vent, I was in two minds of whether the put the vent-mesh back on. I grabbed the mesh and roughly threw it on, screwing the screws with haste. I stood up quickly and ran down the ladder in which I came up on, my heavy boots thudding on the pavement. I ran round the corner, careful not to trip over the mud clod I had earlier, and instead tripped over my own stupidly long and baggy jeans. Nevertheless I picked myself up and climbed the mesh fence. Once I was on the other side let out a big, heavy sigh and began walking, trying to get back to my normal breathing. A sudden noise erupted from my left and I spun round to face whatever it was. I peered up an empty street and was about to turn around when I felt heavy, strong hands grab my shoulders roughly. Noticing the familiar laser gadget on the wrist of my attacker, I went rigid.
"Oh fuck." I breathed.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, tripping over a clod of mud protruding from the ground. Checking over my shoulder, I made sure no one had heard me. You had to be careful at times like these, times of the Techno's. It'd been awhile since they'd first visited the city. I use 'visited' instead of 'invaded' because, whereas most people's views were black or white, I was still undecided. I wasn't sure whether the Techno's were good news or bad, which is why I was doing this, to find out. It was well known that they had unbelievable technology and knowledge. Before the virus, computers ruled my life, and I guess I was what you'd call an expert. The Techno's intrigued me, which was another reason why I was doing this.
This. People around the city spoke of what the Techno's did with the 'lost ones'. I myself had not lost anyone close to me due to the Techno's. Hell, there was no one close to me to lose. People thought the rumours were nothing but, and I felt the same way up until now. I…I don't know, I guess you could call it a 'gut-feeling' but nothing seemed to fit. I understood that the leader, RAM, as he was called, was a genius, but the gadgets that the Techno's wore were fascinating. Even if RAM did come up with the design plans and circuits, how did he manufacture and create them? This is why I was doing it, for proof and answers. I just hoped that I wouldn't get caught.
Adjusting my make-shift cam I'd created myself out of various pieces of junk, I tightened it around my waist, not wanting it slipping off. I opened the vent to the roof using a small pocket-knife. I figured the Techno's wouldn't expect someone coming in from above, and I'd monitored the place for a week for any signs of camera's and other security, nothing. I entered the tight-fitting hole and crawled through. Not the best place to be if you're claustrophobic, and unfortunately, I was. My breathing became more shallow and I was sweating heavily. I passed various other vents in which the rooms seemed to be empty. I slowed my pace as I heard a large booming voice from the vent ahead of me. Crawling as far as I could without actually being in front of the vent, I saw a clinically white room with various computers and gadget scattered around in an orderly fashion. A small sink was below the vent I was peering through and my breath caught in my throat as I heard the oh-so-familiar voice of CityNet.
"Oh shit." I muttered, then snapped my eyes to the wheelchair-bound person, to check whether he'd hear me. Fortunately, he hadn't. I mentally scolded myself for being so stupid. I'd come through the wrong vent! I was supposed to be on the other side of the building. I was wondering how to escape my predicament when I saw the vent dropped vertically just up ahead of me. I could turn around, make my way out and try again some other time. I cautiously crawled past the vent and towards the drop. Dangling my legs over, I uncomfortably twisted my body so that I faced the other way. Attempting to haul myself back up, I felt the rope around my waist loosen and quickly shot out my hand to grab it. Too late. I cringed as it shot down the vent, banging the sides as it went, causing a large booming sound to echo through the building.
"WHAT was THAT?" I heard RAM pronounce the first and last words carefully as he shouted his statement to the whole tribe. "Jay!" He called after.
Hearing RAM's loud voice put me back in action. I quickly shuttled down the vent-way, banging my head as I went. I didn't care, I just wanted out of that vent and now. The exit was so close I could smell the fresh air, which propelled me on even furthur. Exiting the vent, I was in two minds of whether the put the vent-mesh back on. I grabbed the mesh and roughly threw it on, screwing the screws with haste. I stood up quickly and ran down the ladder in which I came up on, my heavy boots thudding on the pavement. I ran round the corner, careful not to trip over the mud clod I had earlier, and instead tripped over my own stupidly long and baggy jeans. Nevertheless I picked myself up and climbed the mesh fence. Once I was on the other side let out a big, heavy sigh and began walking, trying to get back to my normal breathing. A sudden noise erupted from my left and I spun round to face whatever it was. I peered up an empty street and was about to turn around when I felt heavy, strong hands grab my shoulders roughly. Noticing the familiar laser gadget on the wrist of my attacker, I went rigid.
"Oh fuck." I breathed.