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Movie Review: Edge of Tomorrow

I’m sure you’ve all seen the commercials for Edge of Tomorrow.  If you haven’t, watch it right now.

When I saw trailers, I expected it to be fairly good, but I was skeptical that it would be done well.  As it turns out, my skepticism was unfounded.

I saw a pre-screening of Edge of Tomorrow, and it more than lived up to the trailers.  The exo-suits were awesome, the ‘Live, Die, Repeat’ theme was used expertly, both for comedic and dramatic purposes, and the acting was (surprisingly) very good.  Tom Cruise and Emily Blunt put on an excellent performance with well-written dialog, in a world full of amusing characters.

One big problems a lot of science-fiction has is over-explaining things.  No, I don’t want to spend twenty minutes listening to you explain the backstory of the aliens and how we’ve developed weapons to stop them.  Edge of Tomorrow doesn’t have that problem.  It drops you into the story and lets you figure things out alongside Tom Cruise’s character.

The movie has a few holes in it (though to be fair, what movie doesn’t?), but it manages to maintain the suspension of disbelief and immersion throughout.  I also avoids the sort of deus ex machina that these movies tend to end with.  It was close to two hours of non-stop entertainment, with action and comedy and sheer sci-fi awesomeness.

I would recommend everyone go see Edge of Tomorrow.  95/100

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No Longer a Child; Part Four

Part One here. PG-13 warning for violence.

The first thug’s nailboard made an almost humorously gentle ‘swoosh’ sound as it passed over my head. I had already ducked and rolled forward, passing under his legs. At the perfect moment, I braced my hands on the rough ground and extended upward, like an inverted jack-in-the-box. My heavy boots collided with his groin, lifting him nearly a foot into the air and depositing him in an insentient heap.

I whirled, seeing the girl holding off the two thugs that had appeared behind us. The kitchen knife flashed in her hand as she waved it defensively. My attention was quickly taken, however, by the leader, who had picked up the fallen man’s nailboard in his off hand. He rushed me, stabbing high with his blade as he swept the board low. With no way to dodge and maintain my ground, I jumped back, finding myself already out of space in this narrow alley, my back quite literally up against the wall.

My opponent grinned and swung his nailboard again, aiming to bash my head between the spiked wood and the hard wall. I dropped into a crouch, then planted my hands against the ground, lifted my feet, and kicked out at his knees. A loud crack resounded in the narrow alley, and he cried out, dropping both the board and the blade as he fell backwards.

I pushed myself back to my feet, picking up his blade and sinking it into his chest in one smooth motion. As his movements ceased, I drew the blade out and looked back at the girl. She had slit the throat of one of the thugs, but as I watched, the second swung his pipe low, slamming into her lower leg from the side.

The thug left himself wide open as I raised the pipe for a finishing blow, and I sprang forward, running him through. His pipe clattered to the ground, released from nerveless fingers as his body slid off the blade. I wiped it on his body and stuck it into my belt, turning to the girl, who had dragged herself to a sitting position against one wall.

Her skin was pale, and she gnawed on her lip as she slowly touched her leg. It was clearly broken. I knelt beside her, and she looked up into my eyes. “Go on, then,” she hissed. “I can’t stop you.”

With a faint smile, I slipped one arm under her knees, careful of her broken leg, and the other arm around her torso, lifting her as I stood. She let out a squeak as the movement surprised her, then a hiss as her leg was jostled slightly. Her arm went around my neck, gripping me tightly. She looked up at me, those shining green eyes misty with pain and uncertainty.

“I can’t leave you just yet,” I murmured, carrying her down the alley. “You still have my ident card.”

She slowly relaxed, as much as she could, given the pain in her leg. Our new, slow pace and the delay of the fight caused us to arrive at the shuttle tower just in time to see the recruitment shuttle lift off, flying up towards the mansion. The absence of the shuttle, however, meant the picketers had dispersed, and no one challenged us as we approached the base of the tower.

The guard at the window gave us a bored look. “This isn’t a medical facility, and the recruitment shuttle left ten minutes ago.”

I looked down at the girl, and she fished my ident out of her blouse, pressing it flat against the window. I said, in the most noble voice that I could muster, “I am Alphonse Benedict Meridius the fourth, and I demand you open this tower and summon a shuttle to return me to my home.”

His eyes widened as he looked from the ident to me and back again, seeing past the dirt and grime to recognize me. “Master Meridius! Forgive me, I didn’t recognize you!” He pressed a button and the door slid open. I carried the girl through, listening to him chatter into a radio, calling for a shuttle. I ignored him and went directly to the elevator. The girl pushed the button to open it, and selected the launch pad as our destination once we were inside.

She looked up at me as the elevator ascended the tower. “You’re really taking me up.”

I chuckled softly and nodded. “I promised I would.”

“Mm.” She rested her head against my shoulder again, and we rode in silence to the launch pad. A small, powerful personal shuttle had already arrived, and the hatch opened as we approached. I stepped in and set her gently into one of the seats, sitting across from her. I did not address the pilot, and so he did not speak, despite the slew of questions I could read in his face. He simply did his duty. The shuttle door shut, and the engines flared. I was going home.

*#*#*#*

“She’s a surface-dweller!”

“She saved my life.”

For the first time in years, possibly the first time ever, I was having a conversation with my father.

He sat behind his desk, frail body quivering with rage, and I stood in front of him, still covered in the dirt of the surface and wearing my shirt with one sleeve. In contrast to my father’s fury, I stood calmly at attention, my hands clasped behind my back.

“I will not have a surface dweller sullying my family name!” he wheezed, pounding his fist on the desk.

“It’s my name as well, father. And it is my future. I am no longer a child, as you yourself said. I will lead this family when you are gone, and she will be part of it.”

He growled and ground his teeth, but could not seem to find a reply. Instead he angrily gestured for me to leave his office, which I did with pleasure. I returned to my quarters, tossing my worn and filthy clothes into the laundry chute, then stepped into the shower. The hot water rinsed away the grunge of the surface, and soothed the aches and scrapes I had acquired on the surface.

Though I kept it brief, by the time I finished my shower, the servants had already set out a clean set of clothes for me. I dressed, savoring the feel of the clean fabric against my skin. I headed out into the house, making my way to the balcony from which Edward had knocked me. To my surprise, it had been replaced by a large digital viewscreen, which showed the city below.

“Alphonse! Alphonse!”

I turned to see one of my friends running towards me, grinning. I braced myself and received his vigorous embrace, laughing. “I wasn’t even gone for a full day.”

“Oh, but we thought you were dead!” He pulled back, grinning, gripping my arms. “But you’re not. You’re back!” His face lit up again. “Oh! This should be yours, now.”

He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a lasersword controller. “It’s Edward’s. They charged him with attacking your sister and murdering you. I don’t think the fact that you’re alive will change anything.”

I grinned, taking it from him. It was the same model as mine, and had been wiped of Edward’s imprint. At my touch, a thumb scanner came up. I pressed my thumb to it, binding the weapong to me. As it beeped confirmation I looked up at my friend, grasping his arm. “Thank you. This means a lot.”

His reply, whatever it might have been, was interrupted when something over my shoulder caught his attention. A grin crept onto his face and he gave me a knowing wink. “Glad you like it. I just remembered I have… things that I need to go do. Somewhere else.” He slipped out of the room, leaving me to turn and see what it was that had him acting so-

Strange. It was the girl. Cleaned and healed and in fresh clothes, though in the same efficient style she’d worn on the surface. She smiled a bit when she saw me. “Good docs you have up here.” She did a little skip on her restored leg. “Good as new.”

“You clean up nicely,” I said, nodding. She laughed a bit, coming to join me by the viewscreen. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then finally, she broke the silence.

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“I can almost see why you don’t care. From up here, it all looks pretty decent.” She

let out a soft sigh. “Too bad it’s all an illusion.” She reached out and flicked the screen, making it ripple, the pixels becoming apparent.

“That’s why you’re here.” I reached out and took her hand, standing with her. “So

we can change it.”

She nodded softly, squeezing my hand gently. “Together. The one true noble and the girl from the surface.”

I smiled and nodded. “Together.”

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No Longer a Child; Part Three

Part One here.

Though I was hesitant to let a surface-dweller anywhere near my injuries, let alone with sharp and pointed objects, I had no other options. My jacket hung on a clothesline hung across the middle of the room, the bloodstain more or less washed out of it. The girl had cut away the left sleeve of my shirt to get to the cut, as removing the shirt would have required movement in directions that I wasn’t sure I could manage.

She sat me in a chair next to a small table and gave me a small piece of wood. “Put this between your teeth.”

I look at her, raising one eyebrow. “Why would I-” She poured a small amount of liquid from a bottle over the wound, and I crammed the scrap of wood in my mouth and clamped down on it, shaking lightly. Whatever primitive disinfectant she used burned worse than the lasersword had, trickling past the burns, which probably didn’t need it, to the bottom of the wound where my fall had broken open the skin, which probably did.

As soon as I stopped shaking, she dabbed at it with a piece of linen, cleaning and drying it, before preparing a needle and thread. I kept biting down on the piece of wood, watching her closely. I’d seen surgical stitches before, and I wasn’t going to let her mess up my arm.

Much to my surprise, her touch was light and swift, her fingers moving the needle smoothly back and forth, closing the wound with as much dexterity and grace as any noble doctor. After she finished the stitches, she opened a small jar, using two fingers to scoop out a small dollop of salve. She spread it evenly along the wound, then gently rubbed it in, her fingers stronger than her slight build would suggest. She stepped back, wiping her hands on the rag tucked into her belt. “How does that feel?”

I slowly moved my shoulder, flexing it lightly, testing the range of motion. “Surprisingly good.” I used it to push up from the chair; I could feel that it was weaker than it should have been, but the salve reduced the pain to a dull ache and the stitches kept me from making it worse, so long as I didn’t push it. “It’s not my dominant hand, so it shouldn’t impair my fighting much.”

She stood still, watching me test her handiwork. When I held out my hand for my lasersword, she scowled lightly, perhaps realizing that this was the moment of truth. Once I had my lasersword, the balance of power shifted to me. Slowly, she pulled it from her pouch and laid it in my hand.

With an inward sigh of relief, I slipped it into its holster, feeling whole again. “There’s no time to waste.” I plucked my jacket off the clothesline, pulling it on despite the slight dampness. “You know where the nearest shuttle tower is, yes?” At her nod, I went to the door and pushed it open. “Let’s go, then.”

We walked to the end of the alley in silence, and down the next half-dozen streets. Eventually we stepped onto a wider, main street. I could see, directly ahead in the distance, the shuttle tower, rising above the faint shimmer of the suppression field. I took a step forward, ready to be out of the dingy, stinking place, but the girl gripped my arm with those deceptively delicate hands, holding me back.

“Look,” she said, pointing ahead. I lowered my gaze from the tower to the street, and saw a crowd gathering. Many carried crude signs or clubs.

“Is that a riot?” I frowned. I hadn’t heard of a riot on the surface in years.

“In a sense. More like a picket line. There are many down here who resent those who go to serve the nobles. There must be a recruitment shuttle coming in today.” She shook her head. “We can’t go that way. That crowd will tear you apart. You stand out.”

I looked down at her, thinking. With a shrug, I slipped my jacket off, bundling it up and tossing it into an already-overflowing rubbish bin. I crouched, ran my hand through the dirt, and rubbed my hands together, smearing the dirt up my arms, running my hands over my face to complete the look. I turned back to the girl.

She rolled her eyes lightly. “It’ll do. Come on. We still need to take back streets.”

We left the main road again, and she led me through a labyrinth of dirt and stone. I had known that the people on the surface lived poorly, but not how poorly. Far from the simple life I had envisioned, each family in a small apartment, with enough simple, nutritious foods to keep them well-fed, the living standards I saw could hardly be called ‘living’ at all. The girl glanced over her shoulder at me, a sad smile touching her lips as she saw the shock that must have been evident on my face. “Do you see now, Alphonse? We’re not just poor. The system kills families by starvation and exposure every day. It has to be changed.”

I shrugged uneasily. The system had run smoothly for many years. Surely, there were less drastic measure by which to change it.

Before I could suggest anything of such a nature to the girl, we turned onto a more isolated alley. The girl grew tense, pausing halfway down the alley. “We should go back. This is-”

“An ambush?” A big, burly man stepped out from one of the doorways, chuckling darkly, as a second man, wielding a wooden board with several nails driven through it, dropped down from the low rooftop. Behind us, two more thugs appeared, holding lengths of lead pipe. “You bet it is.” He grinned, eyeing the girl beside me. “And today’s your lucky day, fella. Just give us the girl, and you can walk.”

Her eyes went wide and fixed on me. The blood drained from her face, as, for the first time, she was afraid. I glanced down the alley, and realized I could just see the shuttle tower from here. I didn’t need her any longer.

“That’s a very generous offer,” I said to the burly leader. “But here’s my counter.” I pulled the lasersword from my belt. “Let us both pass, and I don’t kill the four of you.”

His men looked uneasy, but he laughed, flicking his wrist to extend a hidden blade, which he gripped, ready for combat. “Take your best shot, pretty-boy.”

I smirked, bringing the sword up into a combat stance. I pressed the central button to deploy it.

It fizzled briefly, then went dead. My heart dropped into my stomach as I realized it had been damaged when I fell.

The brutish leader laughed, a dark, menacing sound. “Get ‘em.”

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No Longer a Child; Part Two

Someone was going through my pockets.

I blinked several times, as though that could scrub away the black fog that seemed to have wrapped itself around my mind. Dimly, I could see the figures of two men kneeling over me, taking everything of value from my pockets. I let out a groan, remembering how many of the smaller gifts I’d stashed in my jacket; with a painful effort of will, I forced myself to a sitting position, shoving at one of the men.

Both of them panicked and fled. I very nearly fell back over, but I didn’t want to lose the progress I’d made in sitting up. Slowly, I reclaimed my grip on the world. The first thing I noticed was that I was sitting on top of a substantial pile of rubbish that seemed to have come from the mansions above. The second, that those mansions were high above me, and drifting away.

I slid off the pile and immediately fell to my knees, an involuntary hiss escaping me as every bone in my body protested the movement. The suppression field designed to keep ships from flying up and out of the city had also slowed my fall, but that field only began a hundred feet above the city. I glanced back at the rubbish, which, on inspection, seemed to be mostly fabric and organic materials. Any less welcoming of a landing site, and I probably would have died.

When I moved to push myself to my feet, a much sharper pain lanced through my arm. A sharp hiss escaped through my teeth, and I looked down at it, seeing the entire shoulder of my jacket soaked with blood. Slowly, I stood, fighting a wave of dizziness that could have come from the shock of the fall, the blood loss, or the unusual smells of this poor district.

“Hsst!”

I turned towards the sound, looking for the source. A young woman, perhaps my age or a bit younger, stood in a doorway, glancing down the alley in the direction my two assailants had fled. She looked back at me and beckoned, then ducked inside. I frowned softly. However, seeing no other real options, I followed her through the small wooden door.

It opened onto a small kitchen, with the girl standing at the far end of it holding a knife at arms’ length. The blade was marred by rust, but the point, which was leveled at my heart, looked very sharp. I held up my hands peaceably.

“You are Alphonse Benedict Meridius the fourth.” Her voice surprised me; far from the gravelly, slurred speech our storytellers used when acting as surface-dwellers, her voice was… normal. Clear, and… beautiful. But once I got past her voice, her words made me blink.

“How-”

Her free hand reached into her blouse and pulled out his identification. “Nicked this from you when you landed. I knew scavengers would be all over you, and I didn’t have the time to drag you inside.”

My brow furrowed slightly. “And why, out of all my possessions, would you take my ident card?”

“Not just your ident, Alphonse.” A smirk crossed her lips as she returned the card to her blouse, then reached into one of her belt pouches and withdrew a smooth, black device.

I hissed slightly, my hand going to my holster. Of course it was gone. Yet somehow I needed to feel the emptiness of the leather hanging at my side before I could believe that this urchin had it. “Give me back my belongings.”

The girl laughed, a musical sound entirely out of place in the tense situation, in this dirty kitchen. “We’re not on one of your floating castles now, Alphonse. Power rules down here, and right now, I have the power.”

My jaw clenched as she taunted me. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Reparation.” She slipped my lasersword back into her belt pouch as she continued, “Your ident can get you back to your sky palace, but only if you can find your way to one of the shuttle towers without being mugged and killed for your pretty coat.”

“If I had my sword, I could make my way.”

“But you don’t,” she said with another faint smirk. “I do. And I’m not going to give them back unless you make me a promise.”

That took me by surprise. “What promise?”

She gestured around with her free hand. “Fix this. The system that has a handful of families living in paradise while the rest of the world rots here in hell. Your family is strong, Alphonse, and you are coming into power as its next patriarch. When your father hands the family over to you, I want you to fight for the cause of the people below.”

“Of course,” I lied easily. “Anything you want.” I took a step forward, holding out my hand for my belongings.

The girl struck my palm with the flat of her knife, glaring. “I don’t think so. You nobles don’t exactly have a track record for being trustworthy.”

I shook my hand lightly, trying to rid myself of the stinging sensation. “You asked for a promise, I gave you a promise!” I glared back at her. “What more do you want?”

“Take me with you.” My eyes widened in shock as she kept talking. “I want you to take me with you up to paradise. You adopt me as your sister, and I stay with you to make sure you keep your promise.”

“Take you?” I was dizzy again. I reached out and grabbed onto the wall with my uninjured arm. “I can’t take you. My family wouldn’t allow a surface-dweller to be adopted!”

“You are the sole son of the Meridius family. Your father is aging and will not maintain control for much longer. No one can question you, Alphonse.” She shifted her grip on the knife slightly. “What do you say? Will you help us? Or are you so prideful that you’d rather die alone on the surface than be seen above with me, helping those who need it?”

I ground my teeth, a bad habit mother had long ago broken me of. The surface was already corrupting me. In this moment of relative stillness, I attempted to recall my teachers’ lessons, to still my mind and think clearly. My body was battered, and my shoulder all but useless. I could feel that all of my pockets were empty, and even the gold buttons stripped from my coat. This girl whose name I didn’t even know was holding me at knife-point, demanding sweeping social reform in exchange for my life.

Slowly, I looked up at her. “Do you know how to treat a serious cut?”

She blinked, some of the certainty flickering from her eyes. “I… Yes. Everyone down here has to know basic medical skills. Why-”

“Fix up my shoulder, give me back my sword, and I’ll take you home with me.” I looked into her shining green eyes. “I promise.”

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No Longer a Child; Part One

I’ve finally started writing fiction again.  It feels good to put stories on digital paper.  This is the first part of a short story I’ve written, inspired by this picture.  I’m not sure how many parts it will be, probably three or four.  The main character has a fun voice to write in.  Enjoy.

It’s easy to forget what it’s like for those less privileged than you. You spend your days being waited on by servants with nothing better to do than attend to your every whim, in mansions that dwarf the housing complexes they float above. Meals are prepared in a kitchen you’ve never even seen, served on brand-new silver that will be discarded within a week and replaced. It’s easy to forget.

Until you’re lying on your back in a pile of rubbish, watching that mansion float away.

My name is Alphonse Benedict Meridius the fourth. This is the story of when I fell.

*#*#*#*

I woke on my seventeenth birthday with the expectation of presents, as I had done on each year previously. My best clothes hung on the armoire beside my bed, and I changed out of my nightclothes with as much haste as I could manage without my appearance suffering. Mother would have been furious if I’d made my entrance with my clothes in disarray, for she always invited whichever members of our social circle were in good standing at the time.

Once I had dressed, I noticed a package sitting on my desk, with a note on top. I picked up my letter opener and slit the top of the envelope, pulling out the letter.

My son,

On this, your seventeenth birthday, you are no longer a child.  As of this day, you are a man, and as a man, you deserve the respect of your peers and the fear of the commoners. May this gift serve you well as you begin to make your own way in the world.

– Your father, Alphonse Benedict Meridius III

This seemed to me a most unusual thing. My father had never paid much regard to the course my life took, at least not personally. He oversaw my tutors; that was the extent of his involvement. I set the note aside and used the letter opener to cut open the paper on one side of the package. My fingers touched smooth wood, which only deepened my confusion. I slid the box from the wrappings, running my fingers over the etching in the top of the otherwise plain box: a sword, point-down, with lightning coming up from the tip in a ‘V’. It was a logo I’d seen before, in shop windows and adverts on the public view screens.

My hands shook with excitement as I unfastened the latch and lifted the lid. There, resting in red velvet, sat a smooth black device, no more than seven inches long and three inches wide. I lifted it from the box, feeling its solidity, its reassuring weight in my hand. At my touch, one side of it came to life. The company’s logo presented for a moment, and then faded, replaced by a single circle. I pressed my thumb into the center and watched as it scanned me. It beeped after a moment, confirming that it had imprinted me as its owner; only my touch could activate it now.

I held it away from myself, reading the buttons and settings that came to life. It seemed to have come with standard settings, ready for use. I pressed the central button.

The device hummed, and a beam of energy slid from the tip, three feet of glowing blue power. I nearly dropped it in my excitement. My very own lasersword. And not a toy, either, one of those cheap models for children that could only shock. I whirled, swinging the sword in a clean arc, slicing through the practice dummy I’d so often used my wooden or metal training swords on. For a moment, it remained in place. Then it slowly slid down the diagonal cut, toppling to the floor when it unbalanced itself.

I pressed the central button again, and the blade faded. In addition to the weapon, the box contained a belt holster for it, which I strapped on immediately. It felt good to have the weapon on my hip. I felt like a true member of the noble society.

A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts. “Young master? Your mother wishes you to join her in the lounge.”

Of course. My mother. My guests. I’d forgotten, in the excitement of my first gift. “Tell her I’m on my way.”

Footsteps moved away from the door. I took a look at myself in the mirror and adjusted my clothing one last time. Satisfied, I pushed open my door and went to mingle with my guests. And receive presents, of course.

*#*#*#*

It was hard for me to judge the quality of the gifts I received that morning. In comparison to the lasersword hanging from my belt, no gift seemed as elegant as the person presenting it seemed to think. For the first time in my life, I found myself gladdened when the time for gifts ended, and I was free to seek out the young boys my age and flaunt my new possession. When I found them, though, the one I most wanted to find was not among them. Edward Castellion Black, a braggart and a fool, who somehow tricked the adults into think that he was superior to the rest of us young folk. He possessed a lasersword as well, and often mocked us with that fact; I wished to return the favor.

On a tip from one of the other boys, I went towards the kitchens, where supposedly Edward had been seen last. I pushed open a door into an observation room, one with a balcony overlooking the vast city below. But my gaze wasn’t drawn by the view. It was drawn by Edward, who had a grip on my younger sister’s wrists and had her pinned in the corner.

I didn’t think. The lasersword was in my hand and the blade hummed to life as I shouted a challenge at Edward. He turned as I charged him, and his own lasersword just barely blocked my first, wild swing. He countered, pushing my back, and I parried and countered in turn.

It soon became obvious I was outmatched. Edward had more real experience in combat, and against such experience, all my training was useless. Our fight carried us to the balcony, and our blades became harder to see in the bright, direct sunlight. Edward knew this would happen. I did not. In the moment of my disorientation, his blade lashed out, cutting into my shoulder.

I staggered back, deactivating my sword and raising my hand in surrender. My face colored in shame, but at least, I saw from a quick look under my upraised arm, my sister had escaped. Edward smirked at me, and there was a dark glint in his eye that I knew nothing good could come of. He lowered his sword, then, in the moment that I relaxed, he kicked out, a powerful strike to my chest.

The momentum knocked me onto the edge of the balcony’s railing. Then it carried me over.

I fell, retaining just enough presence of mind to fasten my lasersword back into its holster, before the sudden stop at the end.

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The dust kicked up by the blast had just begun to settle when he sensed another wave of assailants rushing him. Falling to one knee, he let out a long, slow breath, focusing inward, dimly aware of the dust particles slowing in midair as they fell. He pushed up to his feet again and turned, noting the position of each new attacker, and what they were equppied with.

He turned his attention outward again, springing upwards as time resumed its normal flow. Half a dozen variously-armed melee fighters found themselves striking at empty air. In the moment before they could recover, he slapped the heels of his hands together, palms down, and threw his chi downward in a blast of raw power, reducing them to little more than scorch marks on the rock.

A high-pitched whine drew his attention, and he shot backwards several yards to dodge the blast of plasma that shot past him, the burnt-metal smell washing over him. He teleported down behind the shooter, creating a sword of pure energy and slicing through not only the armored soldier, but his comrades on either side of him as well.

Silence fell around him. The bodies faded away, leaving him alone on the open plains. He checked his heads-up display, sending a few quick replies to the messages he had waiting for him. As he prepared to teleport back to the man who had asked him to put on this little show, he felt a burning pain slam into his chest, knocking him hard to the ground. He threw his consciousness along the path of the bullet, looking across the landscape, finding the sniper and memorizing his identity just before the second bullet struck between his eyes.

He let out a shuddering gasp as his body jerked in his pod. His heart raced as he recovered from that sudden feeling of falling. The touch of a button opened the door, and he removed the tubes from his arms as he stepped out onto the hardwood floors. He tapped out a status update on the laptop on his desk: Completed challenge, but got sniped. Taking a break. Then he jotted down a note with the name of his assassin, so he could take his revenge when he went back online.

With a heavy sigh, he flopped onto his couch, flipping through his contacts and calling his favorite pizza joint. The virtual world simulated food and the IV tubes provided nutrition, but the very fact that food companies still existed confirmed his suspicion that people would always prefer the real thing. As the phone rang, he murmured to himself, “Just another day in paradise.”

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L&A: On the Road Again

I like Lezvie and Angela and they seem to be popular and I find that their stories are easy to write, so here’s another short story of them.  In case you’ve forgotten, since it has been a while, here’s the last thing of theirs I wrote: Lezvie’s Tale.

“You’re sure you won’t stay?”

Lezvie tightened one of the straps on his harness as he shook his head.  “If the Crimson Dragon is real, then stopping it will end a great deal of the organized terrorism.  Going after the source will be much more effective then just trying to handle the individual incidents.”

Jack nodded and stepped forward to clasp his hand.  “Keep in touch, aye?  It makes us nervous when we don’t hear from you for months on end, and especially now, since you have a much better idea of where to find the most dangerous enemies possible.”

“Don’t worry about me, Jack,” Lezvie replied with a chuckle as he returned the handclasp.  “Angela won’t let anything happen to me.”

“‘Course I won’t.”  Angela tossed her hair out of her eyes.  “If I even considered letting him get himself injured, he’d jump headfirst into whatever it was that wanted to injure him.”

Rodrigo laughed.  “She’s got your number for sure, Lezvie.”

Lezvie rolled his eyes.  “Come on, Angela.  We’re burning daylight.”

The two of them walked out across the plains, and the heavy doors of the Bunker slid shut behind them, the locks hissing as they sealed.  Angela flashed Lezvie a grin.  “On the road again. To tell you the truth, I didn’t much care for them.  They were nice enough, but it’s just… weird, being around people after being alone for so long.”

“I understand completely.  That’s why I never stay long with them. That, and I can’t exactly rid the world of the scum that populates it if I’m safely holed up in a bunker.”

Angela laughed.  “Of course.  Though isn’t it almost as hard to kill scum if you’re just wandering the wasteland aimlessly?”

“Who ever said we’re wandering aimlessly?  I know exactly where we’re going.”

“Oh?”  Angela arched one eyebrow.  “And where is that?”

Lezvie put one arm around her shoulders and pointed towards the horizon.  “You see that big mountain over there?”

She nodded.

“That’s where we’re going.  I know a guy who lives there.”

“Who lives out in the desert on a random mountain?”

“A paranoid hermit who also happens to have some of the most advanced tech on the planet.  He was a hermit before the aliens ever touched down, but he had the biggest net of contacts I ever knew of.  During the invasion, he was constantly getting pieces of alien tech and integrating it into his own systems.  He survived the Glassing and now watches the entire continent, and probably the entire world.  If there’s an organized criminal group out there, he knows about it.”

Angela’s eyes were wide.  “Wow.  Why haven’t you gone to him before?”

Lezvie shrugged.  “I didn’t think I needed to.  I had no real reason to think the rumors about the Crimson Dragon could be true.”

“Hmm.”  They walked in silence for several minutes.  Then Angela asked, “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know, actually.”  Lezvie shrugged again.  “He goes by the psuedonym ‘The Master’.”

Angela snorted.  “Arrogant much?”

“He’s earned it, though.  There’s no system in the world better than his, and there wasn’t one before the Glassing, either.  And machinery aside, he’s the most talented hacker in the world.”

Angela ‘hmm’ed again, and they walked in silence.

As the sun began to set, and after several quick breaks, consisting of a brief sit-down and a protein bar, they stopped under the overhang of what had been an old truck stop.  Lezvie set up the windscreens and the artificial campfire while Angela prepared their food.

After a quiet meal, Angela settled down in her sleeping bag while Lezvie took first watch.  They easily fell into the old routines; no discussion was necessary.  It felt good to be on the road again.

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