I woke up this morning with this in my head.
Ghenghis Smith
I was trying to catch the game. We were approaching the graviball playoffs and the Zoomers were in with a chance.
I sipped my basic stim, tasted crap but it did the job. My tridee package only provided highlights and the adverts, always coming at a crucial point, did my head in.
‘Try our affordable luxopexis,’ the syrupy voice of a tempting siren simpered in my head. ‘Equipped with the latest antigrav and massalax. Guaranteed to give you thousands of hours of comfort and pleasure. Our affordable credit terms…..’
I tried to blot it out squirming around in my worn-out pexi. No antigrav or massalax on this ancient model. Even the padding had been squished into nonexistence. There was no way I could afford any bloody plan. The match had been interrupted with a constant stream of adverts all offering just what I needed with an affordable plan. ‘Get the latest superservo and enjoy luxury meals….. Upgrade your stim package…….Take a trip to Terra 3 and enjoy….’ They knew exactly what you desired. But then I knew that. Why wouldn’t they? They were plugged into my cortex. They knew more about me than I did. All they fucking did was raise my level of discontent.
I felt the biomed unit kick in. I was getting agitated. I felt the calming drugs flood through my system instantly reducing my stress levels. They did nothing for that inner core of dissatisfaction though, did they? Fucking biomed unit! ‘Your sugar levels have been raised by the stim,’ the reassuring voice in my head assumed the calming tone of a medic as Billy informed me of my medical condition. ‘I have released insulin to correct the situation. I would remind you that a pancreatic implant is available at very affordable rates.’
I cursed my mother. She’d had the biomed unit implanted as a birthday present. Thought she was doing me a big favour. Now I had yet another bloody voice going off in my head all day long. Why hadn’t she upped my sports package? At least I could have watched the whole match without all those fucking adverts. That would have done my health the world of good. Or given me a better stim package, a better servo. The stim would have tasted great and I could have enjoyed my food. What about a new luxiopexi? No. A fucking biomed unit! Another voice reminding me of all the things going wrong in my body that I couldn’t afford to fix.
With all the irritation I could muster, without sending the biomed unit into overdrive, I downed the remaining stim, grimaced and flicked off the tridee. The Zoomers were losing heavily anyway. I could see where this was heading. Grumpily I was heading out. The portal stuttered open. I glared at it as I strode through. ‘Technical maintenance has been informed,’ Billy assured me. I glowered as I headed for the pedways. That’s all I needed; a maintenance cost to add to my debt. The robotech passed me before I’d even taken ten paces. What could I do? Cancel it?
‘Where are you going?’ Billy asked. ‘So I can inform any callers?’
I studiously ignored him. At least that gave me a little satisfaction. Fucking Billy didn’t know everything about me, after all. Callers? What bloody callers? I had no friends?
I didn’t know where I was heading. I was just heading somewhere. I needed some peace.
I passed the pedways entrance and saw Ghenghis Smith flash up. I always checked. Maybe one day they’d miss me and I’d get a free ride? I knew that was impossible. My chip was infallible.
As if on cue ‘You have forty thousand pedways miles left in your package, seven droptubes and one jumptube,’ Billy informed me. I thought he sounded sullen because I’d ignored him, but that wasn’t possible, was it? I was doing some mental arithmetic. I had six months to go. Forty thousand still gave me a bit of range. Seven drop tubes meant I could at least head up two hundred strata to the surface once a month. That gave me some comfort. To feel the sun on your face. They had a park up there. I could walk among real trees and plants. They even had some animals, though I wasn’t sure about them. They could be synths. There was no way of telling. It only cost a few creds. I budgeted for that. I needed it. I was saving the jumptube for a visit to my mum on Nirvana. That was my lifeline.
Since being dumped by Quantum Corps for being too old to handle a Qship through hyperspace I’d been chucked on the scrapheap with a basic pension. Surplus to requirements. Junked at the age of thirty, I ask you?
With no prospects and no hope I was a hopeless case. I needed a miracle or two. The lottery perhaps. Billy read my brainwaves. ‘Good news,’ he announced. ‘You have won a prize on today’s lottery.’ A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. ‘Twenty credits have been deposited in your account.’
Twenty lousy credits! What the hell could I do with that? The elation subsided as quickly as it had risen.
Ahead of me a group of young women were playfully gossiping, teasing each other, giggling and tossing their hair. I watched them enviously as they preened in their latest purpsuits designed to show off their figures tantalisingly – all their fashionable make-up and accoutrements screaming attraction and availability. But not for me. ‘Our latest Eros models have all the smell, taste and feel of the real thing. Guaranteed to fulfil your every need. Complete with aphrodisiac they come in… ‘Shut up Billy, I commanded looking away.
I wasn’t sure yet where I was going but I guess my subconscious was in control. I was heading on the right pedways to take me past Summer’s workplace. The Tridee studios were a mere hundred miles away. And lo and behold it just so happened to be the end of her shift. I might even catch a glimpse of her. Like I had planned it.
‘I would remind you that you have a restraining order,’ Billy informed me officiously. ‘You are not allowed within a hundred metres of Summer and any attempt to communicate with her would result in detainment and this time there would be involuntary adjustment.’
That was alright. I had no intention of talking to Summer, or going near her, not in my present state. She’d hardly be impressed by my shabby basic purpsuit and the current state of the flabby lump of lipoplast that passed for a body. All those finely-toned muscles I used to have when in the corps had dissolved into mush and there was no way I could afford a make-over. No. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her. Maybe if my luck changed and I could afford the latest body sculpting and a stylish purp she might be impressed.
‘Liporeduction and body sculpting is available from Adonisprod with a very reasonable scheme,’ Billy informed me. ‘The latest purpsuits…’
‘Shut up Billy,’ I muttered peevishly in my head. I had no prospects. Where the hell was I supposed to find that number of credits? Surely they knew that? They knew everything. Why did they keep dangling this stuff in front of me? Wasn’t I in enough debt?
‘Your blood sugar has dropped,’ Billy informed me. ‘Your biomed unit has released glucogon to adjust your level. I would remind you that the pancreatic….’
‘Shut the fuck up!’ I snapped. A number of people near me turned their heads in my direction and I realised I must have said it out loud. Sheepishly I dropped back on the pedway.
We did go past Universal Tridee and it coincided with the employees pouring out on to the pedways at the end of their shift. Studiously I scanned the faces as we flashed past hoping to catch a glimpse. No luck.
Now I had to make a decision. There weren’t many places a man could go for free. I could use a droppie and have a walk on the surface, but I’d done that last week. I tended to save that up. I didn’t want it to become too familiar. That would take the joy away. A man had to have something to look forward to.
Anyway, I had twenty credits burning a hole in my chip. On the spur of the moment I made up my mind. I hit the droptube station and headed down. The bottom stratum was the old city. Abandoned for thousands of years. A bit dangerous and edgy with tales of live vermin and crumbling old buildings. Though I reckon that had all been greatly exaggerated. The nanobots kept it all structurally sound.
For twenty creds I could wander around and search for treasure. Of course, the place had been picked clean but you never knew. There were tales of people stumbling across a find or two, earning a fortune from an unearthed antique. The market was ridiculous. Some of the fat cats out on the rim paid a fortune for a genuine artefact from Terra.
I knew my chances were slim to nothing but I enjoyed delving through the ancient history of the place, smelling the decay and wondering t the primitive lives they must have had before servos, pedways and droptubes. They had it tough. Besides, it shut up Billy and I had a break from that constant stream of ads. I could think.
Hours passed as I drifted further and further into the ancient city. Billy was getting increasingly anxious. Warning me that I hadn’t properly prepared. I hadn’t taken food capsules or fluids with me and there were no servos down here. I wish Billy had a fucking off switch! My biomed unit kept cutting in, informing me that it was struggling to maintain my homeostasis. I ignored them both. Fuck it. I hadn’t been this far before. I wandered through a bunch of derelict old shops. That’s what they did back then. They shopped. I’d read about it. They actually went to designated shops to look at stuff and buy things. Can you imagine that? Seemed crazy to me. But this was the age before robobots. Things weren’t just ordered and delivered. People didn’t just live in simple doms. They lived in big sprawling apartments bursting with stuff; stuff that they bought from shops.
All those apartments and shops had been stripped bare long ago. The spoils snapped up by the millions of fat cats in their floating mansions spread across the thousands of planets making up the system. My chances of finding anything were nil. But that didn’t matter. I just liked standing in those old places and imagining what they might have been like back in their day, teeming with people, full of goods. Occasionally I’d ask Billy to summon up an old image of the place and a scene would pop into my head. I’d stand there transfixed, studying the image in my head and comparing it to the empty scene my eyes were showing me.
Waves of hunger and thirst were welling up. I was beginning to feel weak. I knew I had to be getting back. A panicky feeling cam over me. I knew I was hours away from the droppie. Billy was becoming increasingly insistent and my biomed unit was coming up with a constant stream of requests as it struggled to maintain my equilibrium.
That’s when I discovered the trapdoor down into the cellar that had been hidden under a mouldering old floor covering that the nanobots had given up trying to maintain. It had rotted away to dust and as I stepped through it my toe felt the ring of the latch. Bending down I brushed the dust aside to reveal the snug trapdoor.
The thrill was immense. Could it possibly be? Had nobody else found this? What lay down there? I glanced around me. What sort of shop had this been?