Post by The Jester on Jun 16, 2011 13:06:33 GMT -7
42 sat at his shop desk, frustatedly looming over a internal commlink he picked up off the market. even though it was a grey market dumped "prototype" - and a damn good looking one to boot when he checked it before handing over the creds - it seems that the "prototype" was a faulty unit and scrapped for a reason.
"God F***ing Dammit... I cant believe I got sold on this piece of crap"
42 slammed his tools and walked away. he sent a programmed algarythm while the lock scanned his face - the door clicked and slid open into the stairwell that lead to the main floor of his parents old cottage.
"gotta calm down, shit happens... works been slow and far between, not to mention the time and resources rebuilding my new identity and ensuring I didn't lose my suite in Seattle. That fucking little shit of a Matrix Error had better not show up again... its driving me insane!"
with his anger subsiding 42 walked to the Kitchen and mixed himself a blended fruit smoothie (with actual fruit from his backyard trees) and grabbed a fresh salad out of the fridge.
"well atleast out here I can enjoy real food and the peace and silence only nature can bring."
within a few hours the sound of Seagulls flocking overhead began to drive him insane, he got up to see why so many birds were gathering on his beach out front. as he opened his door to one of Portlands few summerlike days the smell of rotten fish hit him like a backfiring shotgun (oh yeah I went there).
"So much for a nice relaxing afternoon, what the hell is up with that smell?"
42 wandered down the stone walkway towards the beach, only to see the tide washing up hundreds of dead fish - of all species and ages, he even spotted a small whale half a click up the coast half eaten surrounded by crows and gulls.
"You have got to be shitting me," as he kicked a salmon back into the water, "So much for a few weeks off in peace, guess I'm heading back to Seattle sooner than I expected."
With that 42 packed and locked up the cabin - left notice for the local Ghost Border patrol that he left early and took keep and eye out as usual, as he knew they liked dropping by for a snack or lunch on occasion from his orchard or greenhouse, and started the long drive back into the city.
Not surprizingly when he arrived in Seattle is was warm but wih light showers in parts of the city. He parked in his spot underground assumed his new Identity to gain access to his old Condo - which worked like a charm. he also sent notice to Badger and a few other runners he was back in town, avaliable for work and seeing if anyone wanted to get together for a night out. he checked his messages - nothing but the basic spam after 2 weeks away... and a single message from his old friend Cecile checking up on things and seeing if he wanted to come to her Show in Milan in a few months.
"atleast something good happened today, hopefully I can swing over for a week or 2... it would be nice to see her again."
He sent back a message noting he missed her and it would be great to come over - asking to send details of the event and wandered down into the building Gym.
"well might as well do something productive while I wait for work," as he settled onto a bench and began his circuit, "then again, given the bad luck I've had lately I wouldent mind just getting off this god forsaken rock and see a bit of the world again... Dammit... I 'm not even getting home sick.. I'm getting sick of home.."
"God F***ing Dammit... I cant believe I got sold on this piece of crap"
42 slammed his tools and walked away. he sent a programmed algarythm while the lock scanned his face - the door clicked and slid open into the stairwell that lead to the main floor of his parents old cottage.
"gotta calm down, shit happens... works been slow and far between, not to mention the time and resources rebuilding my new identity and ensuring I didn't lose my suite in Seattle. That fucking little shit of a Matrix Error had better not show up again... its driving me insane!"
with his anger subsiding 42 walked to the Kitchen and mixed himself a blended fruit smoothie (with actual fruit from his backyard trees) and grabbed a fresh salad out of the fridge.
"well atleast out here I can enjoy real food and the peace and silence only nature can bring."
within a few hours the sound of Seagulls flocking overhead began to drive him insane, he got up to see why so many birds were gathering on his beach out front. as he opened his door to one of Portlands few summerlike days the smell of rotten fish hit him like a backfiring shotgun (oh yeah I went there).
"So much for a nice relaxing afternoon, what the hell is up with that smell?"
42 wandered down the stone walkway towards the beach, only to see the tide washing up hundreds of dead fish - of all species and ages, he even spotted a small whale half a click up the coast half eaten surrounded by crows and gulls.
"You have got to be shitting me," as he kicked a salmon back into the water, "So much for a few weeks off in peace, guess I'm heading back to Seattle sooner than I expected."
With that 42 packed and locked up the cabin - left notice for the local Ghost Border patrol that he left early and took keep and eye out as usual, as he knew they liked dropping by for a snack or lunch on occasion from his orchard or greenhouse, and started the long drive back into the city.
Not surprizingly when he arrived in Seattle is was warm but wih light showers in parts of the city. He parked in his spot underground assumed his new Identity to gain access to his old Condo - which worked like a charm. he also sent notice to Badger and a few other runners he was back in town, avaliable for work and seeing if anyone wanted to get together for a night out. he checked his messages - nothing but the basic spam after 2 weeks away... and a single message from his old friend Cecile checking up on things and seeing if he wanted to come to her Show in Milan in a few months.
"atleast something good happened today, hopefully I can swing over for a week or 2... it would be nice to see her again."
He sent back a message noting he missed her and it would be great to come over - asking to send details of the event and wandered down into the building Gym.
"well might as well do something productive while I wait for work," as he settled onto a bench and began his circuit, "then again, given the bad luck I've had lately I wouldent mind just getting off this god forsaken rock and see a bit of the world again... Dammit... I 'm not even getting home sick.. I'm getting sick of home.."