Another sci-fi story. This story goes in a country in the northern Americas.(meaning there is no longer a United States of America) I started writing this story long time ago. Will be editing it as I go.


The Blue Light - Chapter 1


It was a mid December. The snow had covered the city and dampened its loud hustle. Jack looked out the window taking his eyes off his computer screen which had numbers scrolling too fast. ‘Too fast for a person to understand what was happening anyway’ Jack thought. Taking another deep breath from his short black cigarette, he blew its gray produce toward the window knowing it will rebound and feed him more with its nicotine. He glanced at the courtyard from his dusty glass window seeing now the old apartment courtyard was filled with snow. The old janitor his back doubled was trying to push away the white devil. It was funny how the monotone life in the apartment depended on him. It had been apparent when the janitor had a stroke and had to stay in the hospital for a week. The council that ruled this apartment wanted to replace him; however the neighborhood’s People’s Duty Officer did not allow it. “Governments… hierarchy…. ” words escaped his mouth as he remembered the incident. He had found a formal letter telling him he should be at the courtyard that night. He wouldn’t have gone if there hadn’t been the signature of the People’s Duty seal on it. People’s Duty: governments’ agents, the Gestapo … all same, they just played with the words to make it feel less dictating. “Dictators” he whispered. Every apartment had a PDO and for suburban areas there was one for each street. They had a thick red book for their rules. And the night the apartment had gathered it stated from the plump Italian officer’s thick pink lips “As such; the janitor is a part of the community who will only be removed from his job if and only if when he comes back he is unable to do his job.” There were groans from Jacks neighbor who hadn’t taken the trash out himself for three days. Jack smiled. Remembering how it was good for a change, to take out his own trash. Independence. He liked it.

Jack turned back to his computer leaving his black cigarette which had a silver filter, on the silver already full tray. He pressed a couple of keys. The screen changed into what looked like some sort of newspaper. Fresh news was scrolling at the bottom. At the very right corner a reporter was giving out the news. Nothing was secret anymore. One of the senators was caught cheating on his wife. Jack just noted the date. 21st of December 2216.

The date reminded him of an appointment he had. He quickly got up taking his green long raincoat running through the hallway he paused in front of the mirror. In his reflection he saw a 21 year old teen with a day old facial hair, eyes gray, maybe 6 feet tall. His old shirt was a brownish green checkered and he wore gray jeans. However Jack did not pause to look at his reflection. He was reading the reminders that were on the mirror. Yellow papers, filled with what looked like random numbers charts and mathematical calculations. Nothing looked relevant with each other. He sighed, ran out of the door. The numbers on the computer re-appeared. Scrolling and creating new sequences for Jack.

Jack sighed as he waited in the traffic. The motorcycle was adding to the soft rumble of the vehicles waiting for something up ahead, a something that stopped the traffic and forced people to think. Jack sighed again. He was going to be late. He would blame the traffic as always. And as always Boss will just shake his head and tell him to get on with his work. Boss will never fire him, he wasn’t able to, it was a volunteered and dedicated only, kind of job and Jack was in that category minus the dedicated.

He never liked the idea to be dedicated to a party but he had little choice when he started university. He didn’t want to get his loan from the government, he was too lazy to study to get the loan from the university itself and he had lost his parents when he was young. Being an orphan he didn’t trust anyone. He had been shoved from family to family and none of them wanted to give him loans. So he did what every rebellious lazy teen with no parents would do. Take the loan from a political party, a dangerous one; The Leon Party.

The Leon Party; a party fed by a French anarchistic movement Réalisation Pour La France, somewhere within the European Union. There wasn’t a France anymore. That part of the world was now a big old union. The Party’s mission was to create a strong political hold within the United Federation that what they called it now; there wasn’t a Canada, a Mexico or a USA anymore. Globalization they called it. To Jack and the rest of the Leon Party it was nothing but a way to say you were too weak to look after your own country.

Jack tried to look over the traffic however he wasn’t able to see anything from car in front of him. Cursing his luck he looked around. Only cars, there was no pedestrians, no motorbikes just cars. He breathed in the carbon monoxide. He didn’t care. He knew it was the law to wear a breathing mask. It was even forced on pedestrians until a smart guy started digging and created an underground pedestrian way. “At least there is the snow” he contemplated. He looked up to the sky. Watching each snow flake as it fell down.

Suddenly a rumble started, louder than the growl of the traffic. Jack lowered his eyes and time stopped. What he was seeing now was an explosion a very bright blue blast throwing cars and debris toward him. For a moment he couldn’t think but something in the back of Jack’s mind told him he had to get out of there. He had to get out fast. However the only thing Jack could do is move his bike toward the left and press hard on the gas. The outburst cloud of the bright blue light hit Jack, sending him flying in the air to stop by hitting a wall. He didn’t scream or call out for help. It was too late. A dark veil shrouded his eyes.

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