NAKED [Section 0.1]

I have been thinking it would be an interesting exercise to attempt writing a novel on this platform. I think we are at turning point, in our civilization with cryptos. I’d like to share a vision of a possible future. A vision of how a world of crypto-anarchy might function. Bear in mind I have never written a novel… And I will be doing this off the cuff. So show some mercy… Please help me on this journey, we can develop the characters as we go.

So let’s begin…

NAKED
[Section 0.1 -Begin]

I hear rain. Darkness, and what sounds like rain. Am I sleeping? It kinda feels like just before you wake up. Slowly the darkness is fading to a flickering orange glow. Muffled talking is now blending together with the patter of the rain drops. My mind is slowly transitioning from the cloud like state to clarity. I think my vision has returned mostly, though I keep my eyes partially closed. The rain fades more and I can hear people talking, words becoming intelligible. The crackle of fire and a strong heat just above me. I now feel that I’m laying on the ground… asphalt if I had to guess. Seems like my left eye is stuck shut, the orange flicker shone thru a red tint… blood? I listen.

“You sure this is the right motherfucker?”
“Yeah look!”
“How can you tell? This dude’s face is fucked up… Could be anybody.”
“Is he dead?”

I still don’t remember what happened, but I now know I’m in danger. I decide to play dead. I can feel my gun in my left jacket holster… but I’m not ready to pull it yet. Do I have my neuropatch on still? I think… the left side of my face is messed up… but the neuropatch may still be intact. My mind is still fuzzy so I struggle to bring to mind the memory cipher I assigned the Shiva os... After a second I get it, I bring to mind the memory. It hurts to think… There I am, teenage me rubbing one out to porn in front of the computer screen, just as I am about to bust. My mom walks in. I hear the os acceptance chime in my mind. The memory is interrupted by the voice of my neuropatch Shiva os.

‘Axiom, It’s Shiva you are online. How can I assist you? You appear to be injured.’
‘Party Girl Protocol’ I answer back in my mind.

“Yeah he’s fuckin dead… look at him.”
“Man his face is fucked, if you fucked up his brain… We ain’t getting paid.”

Shit… I know I don’t have much time.

‘Shiva, who is nearby. What is their e.t.a?’ I ask
‘Lexi is about 2 minutes away.’
I am pretty sure that it’s my car smoldering behind me. I remember I have an auto service droid in my trunk. If I can access it… it might buy me some time.
‘Shiva, activate my auto service droid.’
‘Working…’ Shiva returned
‘Service Droid online, what would you like it to do?’
‘Have it do an inspection of any nearby vehicle.’ I answer

“Let’s hurry up, might be some video droids coming thru or something.” One man says nervously.
“Man, ain’t no vidroids coming thru here, I’m gonna get the saw.” The other replies confidently.

The sound of one of the men walking away echos. Behind me I hear metallic rustling as the service droid comes online.

“What the?” the other man says half whispering.

The service droid, being online and engulfed in flames enters emergency mode.

‘DANGER DANGER’ I hear it rushing toward the man in front of me. From the direction of the man in front of me I hear the click of the safety, then a gunshot. Sounds like a glock, oldschool... I’m in luck. BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!

‘That’s five, I think, counting the shots.’

‘DERRRR--ANGER DANGER’ I hear the droid is still continuing forward.

“Piece of Shit!” BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Click. Sounds like the droid collapsed.

‘He’s out, didn’t even have a full clip’ I think to myself.

“What the fuck is going on!” The other man runs over. “Ha ha ha, that’s just a service droid...Look at you scared as fuck.”
“Fuck you… you never know man. You got the saw? Gimme that we don’t have that much time...let’s get this shit done.”

The skull saw. An ominous precision machine. Not technically a saw at all. It “saws” through the cranium with a fiber filament laser. It looks something like a bulbous metallic clam shell with handles on both sides. Enclose a person’s head, activate and the cranium is instantly quartered. The brain can then be quickly and easily removed. Time is of the essence for bio-chop-shops. If I don't think fast… In a minute or two, I won’t be able to think at all. I hear faint taps of heels on the asphalt getting closer.

“Who wants to party?!” says a slurred female voice.

[Section 0.1 -End]
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