Green Pastures part 2

Eyes glued to the screen, her partner driving through LA, Laura was looking for any anomaly she might experience on her phone. So you think it should be around here right now? She asked him.

There’s so much meta to drag downtown, if I had a Stingray device at my disposal, this is where I’d be on a Friday afternoon. The hardware was heating the car beneath a white sheet on the back seat. If they were to get arrested, there would be no telling what would happen to them.

It’s going to be much easier to get a lock on the helicopters that they use. I don’t even want to brush against the firewall of the actual device. I’m going to need to hack hundreds of phones in order to do that. That’s the part I haven’t figured out yet. Any new ideas... What’s your real name even? She had introduced herself as Laure a few hours earlier.

Neo.

Really? What your parents were die hard Matrix fans?

They were.

Wait, you can’t be that young?

I’m 19.

She was surprised, the man looked as though he was in his mid twenties.

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Sirens went off from behind them and their heart dropped instantly, they started pulling over and the cops just kept going. Pearls of sweat were decorating their foreheads like droplets of dew on a blade of grass in the early morning. You know, in the near future these things are going to fly on drones said Neo under his breath.

Why don’t they do it now?

Too heavy.

You said Bubble fired both your parents when you were a kid?

Yeah, they asked too many questions. They were on to how pro-active Bubble was in selling personal data way back then.

Is this one of the reasons you want to get back at them.

For sure but it’s way bigger than that. I mean we both know what our MAIN goal is but there is also the fact that everyone looks to technology for salvation these days. The people are to blame in their naïveté but I don’t think they could ever suspect how Bubble was implementing fascist measures as a startup. Would you believe it if I told you that in 2001 Bubble was as ill intended as HackYou or MasksOfTruth are now.

I guess not.

Well they came across some documents they were never meant to see. I’m lucky they are still alive.

Franco was slowly waking up, the cold crisp air biting his face. Laura.
He was trying to hang on to the dream with his sister as it was escaping like sand between his fingers.
There was a harbour, a friend, maybe Larry. They were on a boat, Larry was sick and they were both nursing him. A bank robbery?

Even as he tried to write down his nightly experience it was gone.

He felt the sting in his heart, he missed her tremendously. Did she feel abandoned? Hold a grudge? There was no way to know.

The air was better, the smoke was perhaps being carried in another direction. Franco needed to emerge in Alaska in order to get some money and rations. But today he was going fishing.

I don’t miss people he thought to himself laughing at their reaction at the sight of him eating grubs. By now he could almost smell them and investigate one stump rather than another with success. The forest was his friend. The wolves and the bears respected rivals. Peers really. I never want this day to end.

Part 1