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The Last Man on Earth - Part I
The light of the setting sun on the clouds gave the sky the appearance of liquid boiling fire. Daniel looked out across the valley. The haze gave everything an orange tinge. He cut a rugged silhouette against the sky; worn trousers and a loose shirt that hung off his skeletal frame, bulging backpack and makeshift spear made from a curtain pole and carving knife.
The bridge gave a good vantage for looking across the valley. It was a pretty landscape, marred by construction. Wooded hills met, sandwiching the birth of a tidal estuary. The wood gave way to overgrown gardens and ramshackle houses, a suburban estate that sprawled across an entire hillside. A dual-carriageway, strewn with wind blown detritus, and broken up in places by vegetation ran like a scar down the urbanised hill, then wormed away along the valley.
It was Daniel's stomping ground, he lived in a house on the outskirts of the estate, one that gave a half-decent view of the marshy beginnings of the estuary. He knew the are
Phonecall 1-4The phone rang, and Nicole picked it up.
"Hello, it's Rachel," said the voice at the end.
"Oh, hello, is Dan not there?"
Well, well, well. Nicole thought.
"No, he's not."
"You're normally at work at this time aren't you?" asked Rachel.
Of course, you knew that anyway.
"Yes, I've got a day off."
"Where is Dan at the moment?"
How intriguing, so he's not at your house then. Yet.
"He's gone shopping."
"Oh, so are you off for a few days then?"
You think you're so clever don't you?
"Yeah, Dan and I were thinking of spending a few days at hotel on the coast."
There was pause at the other end, and Nicole felt a rush of sadistic pleasure. She exploited the hesitation, "We're going to hire an old Jaguar, and visit some galleries, just the two of us; and the hotel's meant to be really romantic."
"Oh, he never said."
"Why would he?"
There was another pause.
"Umm, work stuff."
Got you, bitch.
"Could you ask Dan to call me back?"
The Old HunterTo the Hadza of East Africa.
One of my abiding memories is of, when I worked in a music store a day when and old man stood on the street corner. His black hair was tinged with white. His shirt hung from his shoulders like a dog wearing a human's clothes. When he shifted his feet, they seemed cumbersome inside the shoes, as if made from blocks of wood.
He was on the street corner when I arrived for work, but it was raining, and I barely noticed him. As I worked, the morning sun dried his clothes. When I went for lunch, he had not moved.
He stared down the street, almost unblinkingly. When I returned for the afternoon, I thought I saw tears in his eyes.
It wasn't until the evening that I plucked up the courage to speak to him. A colleague advised me against it, when I confided my intentions in him. He said the man was probably a nutter escaped from the looney bin.
He hadn't left the corner all day. I took a deep breath before walking up to him.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"No," he replied
Citizen 4,893,046The girl was smiling. Rain mingled with her dark hair as it ran down her cheeks. Her grey pleated skirt and jumper were black from the water.
She sat on the iron parapet of the road bridge, her legs swinging out above the silken black waters below. The cold light of a curtainless window illuminated her pale dirt grey skin. In her hand she held a razor, which she used to slice open the back of her hand.
Blood blossomed and turned translucent pink as it mixed with the water, creating swirls across her hand before dropping to the expanse below. Her smile flashed into a grimace of pain for a second. She stopped slicing her hand and used her thumb and forefinger to remove a small black microchip.
She pulled out a sodden bandage and wrapped it around her bleeding hand. The microchip lay in her open palm, and she stared at it, seeing the small metal filaments.
With one swift stroke she cast it into the river.
Citizen# 4,893,046 had just jumped off the City Bridge.
She sighed, got up and walke
Just Google It MKII
AutophobeX49923 sat at his desk. It was dim in the windowless room, the only light coming from the glow of his computer screen. His eyes barely blinked as they darted to and fro; scanning the monitor. He was searching the Google Database for information on life at the turn of the millennium.
He'd been shocked at first, but his initial reaction was replaced by an ignorant contempt for those who had lived a hundred and fifty years ago. Making friends was performed in person, and people travelled from their homes to learn. The fact that it was often frowned upon to meet people in person, having only known them from the internet had sent tremors of disgust down his spine.
Nowadays everyone met on the internet. AutophobeX49923 had joined a few dating lists, and had as a result came into contact with someone who was to become his girlfriend. He'd been going out with her for eighteen months. He was considering asking her to marry him, but they would have to meet each other in person. He wasn'
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