The car fell. Harold pressed the emergency button, and the cockpit of his car ejected and fell safely to earth. The rest of the car, fell, hit the tarmac and exploded in an orgy of fire, fuel, and metal. The cockpit touched the ground without a scratch. In a flash, Harold jumped out, hit the pavement and ran. He didn't stop until he reached his house. He then went straight to the network connecter, and disconnected everything that had an inward-bound connection. Then the phone rang. Harold ran for it, pressed speaker phone, than ran back.
'Hello?' It was Elixir, thought Harold. I'm safe. He picked up the phone.
'It's me, Harold.'
'Harold, are you alright? People said you got a phone call, then ran out. What's wrong?' Elixir asked.
'Listen, I think 1 is loose. He contacted me.' Harold said.
'Harold, come on, 1 is behind-' He stopped. There was a pause, then, 'Oh my. It really is out.'
'He.'
'What?'
'It's a he. That much I know.'
'Harold, we need to get you out of there. We need to get you somewhere safe.' Elixir said.
'But where?' Harold asked. The phone went dead. 'Hello?'
'Hello? Elixir asked. He looked at the phone. Something was not right…
'Hello, Harold.' Harold spun around. There, in front of him, was a hologram of 1. 'Hmm. Nice place.' The navi said, admiring the décor. Harold was frozen to the spot. He then ran outside, got into the nearest taxi, and got out of town. Harold didn't relax until he was a mile out of the border. Then-
'You can't keep running, Harold.' The driver turned round. It was 1. Harold screamed. The taxi smashed out of the lane, and into the oncoming traffic. Even in a steel shell, when you smash into an bus, a lorry, four cars and a bike, you will still impersonate a plastic bag when torn apart, then glued into a rectangle, then hit with a hammer, then pulled and stretched until it impersonates an extremely dead vehicle. 'My, my, now that's gotta hurt.' 1 said. Harold was barely alive. He was delirious. With his last remaining breath, he asked, 'Who are you?' The creature paused, then answered.
'Call me Glitch.' Glitch said. Then the car exploded.
'Hello?' It was Elixir, thought Harold. I'm safe. He picked up the phone.
'It's me, Harold.'
'Harold, are you alright? People said you got a phone call, then ran out. What's wrong?' Elixir asked.
'Listen, I think 1 is loose. He contacted me.' Harold said.
'Harold, come on, 1 is behind-' He stopped. There was a pause, then, 'Oh my. It really is out.'
'He.'
'What?'
'It's a he. That much I know.'
'Harold, we need to get you out of there. We need to get you somewhere safe.' Elixir said.
'But where?' Harold asked. The phone went dead. 'Hello?'
'Hello? Elixir asked. He looked at the phone. Something was not right…
'Hello, Harold.' Harold spun around. There, in front of him, was a hologram of 1. 'Hmm. Nice place.' The navi said, admiring the décor. Harold was frozen to the spot. He then ran outside, got into the nearest taxi, and got out of town. Harold didn't relax until he was a mile out of the border. Then-
'You can't keep running, Harold.' The driver turned round. It was 1. Harold screamed. The taxi smashed out of the lane, and into the oncoming traffic. Even in a steel shell, when you smash into an bus, a lorry, four cars and a bike, you will still impersonate a plastic bag when torn apart, then glued into a rectangle, then hit with a hammer, then pulled and stretched until it impersonates an extremely dead vehicle. 'My, my, now that's gotta hurt.' 1 said. Harold was barely alive. He was delirious. With his last remaining breath, he asked, 'Who are you?' The creature paused, then answered.
'Call me Glitch.' Glitch said. Then the car exploded.