Ozymandias

Fin.

10. We are at Part 10.

Part 9.

Part 8.

After his first stop at the convenience store near his apartment for a drink he knew he had surveillance. By the time he left his second stop he identified which surveillance team was following him.

She tells me she gave up her teaching job. She’s laughing. “They said learn to code, so I did.” She looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her in her whole life.

Part 5.

Part 4.

“Appointment with the Chief, Mister Jefferts?” Flora Gonzalez was sixty or so, matronly, with a number of years as a loyal personal assistant. She also brooked no nonsense and guarded the Chief’s time jealously.

Part 2.

“Mister Jefferts, what I would like to know is why the fuck El Uni – these fucking people, we know this isn’t a solo effort – blew up an empty building… in that particular shithole.” The President of the Progressive States of America held out a cigarette and one of the interns flitted by, lit it, and then disappeared.

The prologue to a new serial feature set in a grim, dystopian future that may be far too real.