The archives were owned and protected by a private company called Nobles. Nobles had the biggest stake in preserving history, and in keeping the written word something in demand.
All hard copy literature and news had been deemed useless in this fast paced society, so on demand news and entertainment were vitally important to keeping people informed enough to stay alive. Nobles would have suffered a great loss, being the largest distributor of media in the world, had they not undergone a massive project to convert everything print, everything with an ISBN or equivalent serial number, into data files and store them on the massive servers that have become the archives.
The archives were kept underground in miles of tunnels that used to be a subway system. They were under surveillance at all times. Nobles had their own security, but occasionally sub-contracted from Momentum if there was a need. There was no excuse for a lack of security, ever.
The part of the archives that was available to the public was in an old above ground terminal. The outside architecture remained fairly original, to keep some sort of link to the past for the geeks that still frequented the archives for entertainment purposes. The general public didn’t need to be chipped for permission to view the archives, but they were only permitted to view entertainment media and news blogs.
Nobles had strict rules for the bloggers. You must meet security requirements, and have to undergo extensive testing before you can get chipped to access the news feeds. The bloggers were not permitted to blog in the public rooms either, for fear that the news feeds would be hacked. Nobles had the monopoly on the media, and if the rules were broken, they were within their rights in a lawless society to kill you on the spot, and no one would blink.
For the most part people were morons. They were literate, and they knew what had caused the evolution, but their apathy, caused by years of indoctrination to find out that it was all a lie, made them want to be blissfully ignorant. People were faithful servants of the way of life. They needed the routine to keep them sane. The routine, and the tranqs.
Michael sat down at his station, the smell of coffee accosting him. He stuck his finger into the chip reader.
The liquid Wi-Fi screen glowed black. “Must’ve been an update,” He thought
Enter Username: Curfile Enter Password: ******
“Welcome back Michael, you’ve got messages,” said a sweet voice.
3 messages in his inbox. He eyed the subject lines, “Want a larger p3nis?” “Re: Re: Hey” “pick up bread”
The first was spam, the last was from Heilen, but the second . . .
June 6 2016 6:33 AM
Re: Re: Hey
Sorry it took so long to reply. I haven’t been well and Pierre doesn’t permit me to over exert myself. I have only this chance to sneak onto the Wi while he’s away. The doctor says that I need an operation. Nothing too serious, do not worry, I’ll be right as rain in no time.
I wonder why you haven’t called, my darling, have you been busy? Do you no longer think of me at all? I’m sure you have your reasons. I hope you are well.
I want you to know that I still love you, and that as soon as I am able to care for myself we can meet. At the moment, I am at the mercy of Pierre for my very existence. I wonder why the chivalrous are never so fortunate.
Yours always,
Lizzy Bea
XOXO
Michael sat there for a moment, not sure of how to respond, or if to respond at all. He had loved her, hadn’t he? And if so, would he be questioning it at all?
He thought about Heilen, and how smooth her skin felt between the grip of his small hands. He thought about the softness of her lips as they parted and closed down on his flesh. How she moved like water flowing down his body. He thought about how it felt to walk away from her in the morning at the threat of the coffee pot alarm.
He thought about the sweet taste of her snatch and felt the discomfort of his cock. he thought about Jimmy’s funeral.
He thought about Jimmy. He thought about chances. He had to get out of there. He needed some fresh air.
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