Lies Of A Broken World – Chapter Five – Act I

Once the world of TV was enjoyed from a seat placed in front of it, then the TV screen advanced in to a hologram screen that could be viewed from any angle. Now shows are not watched, they are experienced, and you become part of it all playing any character you wish, and taking the show in any direction you want. The world of holosim is where everyone finds their entertainment, anywhere and everywhere you can find shops dedicated to supplying customers with endless selections of material to waste their days, weeks or even years.

“So is there anything good out? You know, something that will knock my socks off, I’m really into the old stuff, anything that puts me in the nineteen nineties, is the stuff I really relate to. Fuck, you know, I wish I was born back then, it would’ve been an awesome time, low tech as, but fuck man, the world was kicking back then,” the man asks the awkward looking assistant behind the counter.

“Umm, we’ve got nothing in at the moment that would suit what you’re after, I mean, we’ve got a couple of new ones that arrived today, but nothing I would recommend. Everything’s aimed at reliving the old TV shows these days, more gameplay compared to a closed story line like the movies. One of our customers has spent two years so far in a holosim based on an old TV show, and he doesn’t look like he’s coming out anytime soon.”

“Two fucking years? That’s insane. Unfortunately I’ve got a life, a job and a wife, holosim’s based on movies are what works for me, two days off and I just let the trip take me and a nice shot of FrezzH1 too of course,” he says with a smile. “Anyway holosim’s based on old TV shows are shit, they have such low budgets that they all look B grade, it makes me fucking sick to the stomach, no shit. I tried playing a holosim of some old TV a few years ago and only lasted three hours before I threw up, and I swore I never would try them again.”

“You’re talking about holosim’s from years ago, they’ve improved shitloads since then, trust me when I say this, you’re missing out.”

“Yeah well, for now, I’ll make do with the classics,” The man says as he hands the attendant four game cards. “I’ll just take these four,” the attendant quickly scans the cards and hands them back to the customer.

“Ok, your loss, I’ll see you next time, enjoy the gameplay.”

“Cheers,” the customer replies as he leaves the store.

The attendant looks around the now deserted store, and he slowly walks around from the counter and up to the window and looks out. His eyes show his disappointment, not just in his job, but in his life, Maddox Jensen was going to be more than this, he swore by the time he turned twenty-five, he would’ve done something for himself instead of others. But, as always he feels all he has ever done is things for everyone else, and nothing for himself. He thinks about the holosim scripts he has sitting behind the counter, he knows they would easily beat anything the store has to offer, but no one is willing to give him the chance to show the world what he is made of and what he can create. He lets out a sigh and makes his way back to the counter as two more customers make their way into the store, he gives them a fake smile and they smile back.

“Anything new in?” one of them ask him.

 

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“Ok we have to form some sort of plan here,” Gary says. “Why don’t we punch a fucking hole through the wall and just take the asshole out?”

“That would be a big no Jackson, we could be endangering any hostages still alive in there, if we mess up they’re all going to be dead,” the DRS (Delta Divisional Special Response Squad) Commander William Sykes replies quickly.

“I don’t think it will matter that much if we sit here any longer, the fucker has not asked for anything and continues to randomly kill hostages every few minutes, I say we crash his party and take him out.”

“I understand what you’re saying, and I can see how doing it your way would get a result, but it’s not protocol, and on my watch we follow protocol,” Sykes replies back. A salvo of shots rip from within the café suddenly and tear into officers and vehicles alike, then as quickly as the attack started, it stops.

“I’m taking the arsehole down now with or without you,” Gary says as he gets to his feet and rushes towards the building. He only manages to get several feet before blaster fire forces him to dive for cover.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Davey’s voice yells over his commline.

“Sykes is pissing his pants, so I’m putting this shit to bed.”

“Well, you’re going to need some cover if you plan on getting in there.”

“Do it” Gary replies, shots rips through the air and smash into the side of the building, using the cover Davey provides Gary rushes towards the cafe and dives through the window. What was once a busy little café is now a battlefield.

“Sykes send your men in now, all the hostages are dead and the fucker responsible is nowhere to be see…. FUCK!” Gary yells as he dives desperately over the counter trying to avoid the salvo of shots that pour towards him.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone!” a voice screams. “This is my time, not yours!”

“You know we can’t do that!” Gary yells back. “Why don’t you put the weapons down, and you may get out of this alive!”

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with, what I am, what he made me!”

“If you don’t cooperate and lay the weapons down I’ll be un-making you!” Gary yells as he dives out from behind the counter and fires several well-placed shots to the man’s head, they do little to stop him, and Gary just lays there, bewildered for a few moments.

The DRS Team burst through the entrance and open fire upon the man, and to everyone’s amazement they have little, to no impact as well, then in several fluid and violent movements, he takes out all of the team members and then slowly turns to face Gary again, a smile broadly on his face.

“As I said, you have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

“Oh come on, fuck me!” Gary yells as he dives behind the counter once again as shots rip past him, just narrowly missing cutting him in two. “Davey Boy I hope you got something I can use?” he says through his commline.

“I’ve got shit on a stick,” Davey replies. “We’ve got back up on its way but the way things are going I don’t know if they’re going to get here in time to back up anyone.”

“Then let’s just improvise Davey Boy, the DRS team poured some serious firepower on our perp, and it did fucking nothing, they didn’t even wind the fucker. We need something heavy,” Gary says as he looks around the cafe for anything he can use.

Davey’s voice rips back through his commline, “Ok, get some fucking cover, you don’t want to end up being scraped off the floor as well!” Davey yells. “In other words I’ve got a plan so make sure you’re out of the way.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You know me, I learnt from the best.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

 

END OF ACT I

 

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