Inform. Addicts by Wilkinson Joshua

Author:Wilkinson, Joshua [Wilkinson, Joshua]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-14T07:00:00+00:00

Stratum 3: “Glutton01111001”

With the rainy season hitting Japan’s western artificial island chain a week ahead of schedule, as automated climate engineers could have a sick sense of humor, Apsu Bell found himself` uncomfortably unprepared for the evening’s downpour. The goggle jacket that now chafed against his underarms (he regretted wearing a tank top beneath it) had also done little in way of keeping his watery surroundings at bay. He cursed himself for buying from an alleged World War III surplus store in the New American Republic. After all, the West didn’t allow that kind of clothing anyway. Some fully organic sweat shop kid from the southern territories probably put it together with plans found in the Fabric.

Having decided to kick back in a fully autonomous maid café, Apsu had the perfect view of the Sea of Japan from his dinner table, though he chose to download Diogenes Laërtius’s Lives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers and sift through his Fabric tuft on subliminal advertising by way of his mind’s eye instead of admiring the watery deep. Even the musicality of the waves breaking on the seashore and the amiable shrieking of the artificially grown albatrosses floating above the docks did not register with his mind, as he had the natural sound carrying organs in his ears “muted” and the device on his cochlear nerve set to send the pleasures of his play list directly to his brain without the messiness of sound wave based hearing. “Dive Into Your Body” by TM Network accompanied Apsu in his self-generating mental movie.

YOU HAVE ONE UNHEARD MESSAGE FROM ZACHARY HEIMIN, an automated female voice spoke inside Apsu Bell’s head. BEEP: “Hi Apsu. I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. I’m guessing you are wrapped up in your work in the Fabric again. If you could give me a call when you get this message, that would be great…bye.” END OF MESSAGE.

“Zach, what’s the situation…nothing too bad I hope?” Apsu called his contact.

“No, I was picking up some herbs for my wife’s eczema,” Mr. Heimin thought back. “There’s a traffic jam on 4th, so I wanted to let you know I’ll be a few minutes late. Apparently some hacker who goes by GABA screwed with the traffic control system.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

Apsu turned his mind’s eye to a Fabric tuft on the potential of neuro-linguistic programming, deciding to give it the benefit of the doubt for the moment. Even if NLP turned out to be nothing more than a pseudoscience, he had the skills to market its capabilities to corporations interested in such training. When Mr. Heimin arrived, he showed no surprise at seeing his associate’s thousand-yard stare. He knew the youth well enough to recognize his commitment to searching the Fabric.

“You know, I’m not entirely sure as to why you chose such a scenic local as The Pink Lotus Café for our meetings,” Heimin thought to the entranced individual before him.

“Any trouble getting the goods from Seilenos?” Apsu thought back, the nanotube matrix in his brain starting to get a little warm.

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