The train came to a stop, jolting him out of his reverie. Gunnar observed across the alley a man staring at him and whispering something to a skeletal thin woman next to him.
Had they recognized him?
He stood up as soon as the doors opened and glanced at his kPhone. He had five earth hours to go. Steeped out and run for the station’s exit. At the exit he stepped into a drone and told the screen to take him to Byram Core.
“Where in Byram Core, sir,” the robotic voice asked.
“Station,” he almost screamed.
The screen didn’t say anything more except flashing a warning about seatbelts. After Gunnar locked his the drone started taking off. Gunnar frowned wondering if it had been a signal. If the robo-dronepilot had reported of him. He thought there was something about that voice. He felt that there was something familiar he couldn’t pinpoint.
“Let me out here,” Gunnar said. The robo-dronepilot didn’t show surprise or any other reaction to his sudden decision and after charging his card the door opened upwards. Gunnar began walking down a narrow road that curved through spare parks. In the edges of Byram Core and he could already feel the privileges of the rich and famous. Perhaps one day he will live her, he thought but let the thought vanish inside his worries.
There was a heavy drone approaching in low orbit. Gunnar kept walking but the track drew closer. He heard a voice from the kPhone in his pocket. It cried, “Watch out!”
Gunnar flung himself into the ditch feeling the cold air of the heavy truck careened millimetres over to where he was walking before. And it didn’t go far. It stopped just meters away and the pilot opening his door started shouting, “There he is! Shoot, T’dizd, shoot!”
Yellow and orange rays clipped leaves from the trees as Gunnar sprinted into the park.
Running like mad he could still hear the driver shouting, “T’dizd, H’srov, go around with the spare. We got him boxed.”
Gunnar checked his kPhone, bright yellow letters on black background, “You are boxed Gunnar, you are fucked!”
Gunnar ran through the park and found himself on a concrete highway with open spaces all around him. One of the killers was trotting through the park just behind him while the truck was heading for the other side of the highway coming fast towards him from the opposite side.
Lights were approaching for another direction. Another drone flying low. Gunnar ran into the highway waving frantically. The drone came to a stop just over him.
“Hurry,” cried a purple woman from inside the drone while lowering it and opening the side door.
Gunnar dived in. The purple woman made a sudden u-turn. A ray hit the windshield. She pushed the stick and flew fast away from the truckers’ fire range. Gunnar leaned back and shut his eyes tightly. The woman kept focus on her flying and the truckers on her screens. “Lucky Gunnar, plunked again from the jaws of death thanks to a woman. Never underestimate Gunnar’s charm,” the text was flashing on the screen in front of him. The same exactly text appeared on is kPhone.
He didn’t feel lucky.