Sitting around in the corner of the airport, Sally held on to her paperback, engrossed in its contents as she waited for Alan to arrive. She knew that it wouldn't be until an hour later that his flight would touchdown, but she didn't really want him to wait for her while he was weary from the rather long flight.
``Excuse me miss, may we ask you a few questions?''
``Huh?'' Sally replied somewhat confused and looked up from her paperback. In front of her stood two rather well-built males dressed in generic black suits and ties, and they both had earpieces on. One of them was looking at her, obviously the one who was directly addressing her earlier. The both of them seemed like Serious Business.
``Could you please stand up, miss, and put that paperback down slowly.''
Feeling no clearer than before, Sally stood up slowly and eye-balled both the suits. They seemed like the government kinds, but why would they be talking to her in such a tone in such a public area like the airport? She knew for certain that she hadn't done anything wrong, and she knew that there was nothing to be afraid of.
``Are you Sally Thompson?''
``Yes, I am. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have no idea what is going on; will you please enlighten me what is going on?''
``In due time Ms Thompson. Do you know a certain Alan Grimble? He is supposed to be on flight number 578 which is supposed to touch down within the next hour.''
``Yes I do... why? What happened? Did Alan's flight have a problem?''
``I'm afraid that that is something that we cannot discuss at this moment. We would like you to follow us where we can ask some questions about Mr Grimble.''
``What if I refuse?'' Sally said in a rather defiant yet clearly frightened way.
``Then I'm afraid you are obstructing Official Business, and we are compelled to arrest you then.''
``Alright then...'' Sally said guardedly and with great reservation.
With one of the suited men leading the way, Sally followed rather reluctantly, and the rear was covered by the remaining man. The lead person opened an unmarked door found near the offices of the airport administrative staff, and Sally looked tentatively into the dark room beyond.
Without a word, she found herself forcefully shoved into the room head-first, and heard the door slam shut as a rag with strange vapours emanating stuffed up into her face. She struggled a little, but found herself pinned down by powerful arms.
Little by little, Sally slipped into unconsciousness.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 29 Jan 2008 17:44:13)
Wednesday, 30 January 2008
Wednesday, 9 January 2008
Data Manipulator
I can scarcely remember the time that I walked the surface of the earth for any extended period of time. Data manipulation has reached the point where I find that most of what I need to do can be accomplished from the comfort of my own home, without ever having the need to get to the outside world.
The revolution came subtly, like most widespread and successful ones. I could barely remembered the time where I had to peer into a computer monitor to see what I am doing. Now, all that I ever needed to do, was just to switch my glasses to projection mode, and everywhere that I looked, there will be a ghostly visage which shows the location that I am in in virtual space.
Information on my computer was displayed in a large and rather visual four dimensional data cube, with teleporting portals allowing me to access virtually the remaining spatial dimension that no one can ever visualise, even in their mind's eye. I spent the better half of the day patching up the data wall around my corner of cyberspace, to prevent nosey folks from peering in; all these I accomplished through the use of a spatial sensing system which computed my actions in virtual space based on the position of my digits and other body parts in the real world. Despite my best efforts, I find that I still need to make rather frequent patches to the data wall, since it is of a common occurrence to have would be wannabes trying to break into folks private data space.
Being in the field for so long meant that one probably makes a fair number of enemies, mostly within the business itself. No decent data manipulator will ever not be targets of random attacks---their sheer power makes it enticing for the professional crooks to get at them.
Even after so long, I still prefer the feel of a keyboard, and not being too involved with the virtual space, so I just configured my rig to only track head and finger motions. While I must say that the current means of working is fine from a data manipulator's perspective, I still long for the simplier life, where dealing with data didn't mean a full scale enterprise like the one that I am doing now.
Who am I kidding anyway?
The revolution came subtly, like most widespread and successful ones. I could barely remembered the time where I had to peer into a computer monitor to see what I am doing. Now, all that I ever needed to do, was just to switch my glasses to projection mode, and everywhere that I looked, there will be a ghostly visage which shows the location that I am in in virtual space.
Information on my computer was displayed in a large and rather visual four dimensional data cube, with teleporting portals allowing me to access virtually the remaining spatial dimension that no one can ever visualise, even in their mind's eye. I spent the better half of the day patching up the data wall around my corner of cyberspace, to prevent nosey folks from peering in; all these I accomplished through the use of a spatial sensing system which computed my actions in virtual space based on the position of my digits and other body parts in the real world. Despite my best efforts, I find that I still need to make rather frequent patches to the data wall, since it is of a common occurrence to have would be wannabes trying to break into folks private data space.
Being in the field for so long meant that one probably makes a fair number of enemies, mostly within the business itself. No decent data manipulator will ever not be targets of random attacks---their sheer power makes it enticing for the professional crooks to get at them.
Even after so long, I still prefer the feel of a keyboard, and not being too involved with the virtual space, so I just configured my rig to only track head and finger motions. While I must say that the current means of working is fine from a data manipulator's perspective, I still long for the simplier life, where dealing with data didn't mean a full scale enterprise like the one that I am doing now.
Who am I kidding anyway?
Tuesday, 8 January 2008
Wind Song
So it has been a while since Sue last came by the vast grassy fields. Homework has been so heavy lately, and she found that it was getting harder to find time for her to come out. Money has always been a problem at home, and she has been working as an assistant at the nearby pet shop over the weekends.
Today was different. Sue's boss gave her a day off because even he felt that she had been working a little too hard and not having enough time for herself; after all, Sue was only a high school student, and shouldn't those times be the happiest times of one's life?
She ambulated across the green grassy field until she was near the central region, far away from the surrounding trees, far away from the people who walked around it. The air was fresh, and the wind blew in strange patternless rhythms.
This was the part that Sue loved the most, the song that the winds sang. It was a strange song, at times it was rather sweet, like when the wind was but a light breeze which shook the nearby trees, causing a slight rustling sound, yet at times it sounded regal, and aggressively so too, as it blew strongly across the field and beat into her face with the sound of a wolf howl.
Sue loved the song that the winds sang. It was a surreal kind of feeling, to be able to stand there in the middle of the field, feeling and listening to the patternless rhythms that the wind blew.
Yet, today was different. Sue could feel it in the air as she stood there at her favourite spot in the middle of the field after not doing so for so long. The wind song was somewhat melancholious, with a tone that she never seemed to have heard before. It was as though something was horribly wrong, yet she could not place her finger quite on it. Brushing off her misgivings, she stood there, and listened on, revelling in the coolness of the winds and enjoying the songs that they were singing.
As the sun slowly dipped towards the horizon, Sue felt the wind drop, and with great reluctance, decided to go back home. When she opened the door of her apartment, she found, to her sad surprise, that her cat had died on the floor.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 07 Jan 2008 17:51:57)
Today was different. Sue's boss gave her a day off because even he felt that she had been working a little too hard and not having enough time for herself; after all, Sue was only a high school student, and shouldn't those times be the happiest times of one's life?
She ambulated across the green grassy field until she was near the central region, far away from the surrounding trees, far away from the people who walked around it. The air was fresh, and the wind blew in strange patternless rhythms.
This was the part that Sue loved the most, the song that the winds sang. It was a strange song, at times it was rather sweet, like when the wind was but a light breeze which shook the nearby trees, causing a slight rustling sound, yet at times it sounded regal, and aggressively so too, as it blew strongly across the field and beat into her face with the sound of a wolf howl.
Sue loved the song that the winds sang. It was a surreal kind of feeling, to be able to stand there in the middle of the field, feeling and listening to the patternless rhythms that the wind blew.
Yet, today was different. Sue could feel it in the air as she stood there at her favourite spot in the middle of the field after not doing so for so long. The wind song was somewhat melancholious, with a tone that she never seemed to have heard before. It was as though something was horribly wrong, yet she could not place her finger quite on it. Brushing off her misgivings, she stood there, and listened on, revelling in the coolness of the winds and enjoying the songs that they were singing.
As the sun slowly dipped towards the horizon, Sue felt the wind drop, and with great reluctance, decided to go back home. When she opened the door of her apartment, she found, to her sad surprise, that her cat had died on the floor.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 07 Jan 2008 17:51:57)
Tuesday, 1 January 2008
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