Thursday, 9 April 2015


' Hey what the hell did you do that for?'

'Shut the fuck up and concentrate on your own driving!' He said and swiftly gave me the bird.

I looked on the ChatMap and saw that all the cars were flashing. You see that was the problem with the system, everybody was too busy arguing and nobody was concentrating on the road ahead of them.

'Can't you put your foot on the peddle? I'm growing a fucking beard here arsehole.'

I looked through the mirror. It was an old timer. Somebody who was around in the old days before ChatMap and the holographic police.

I pressed on his avatar and told him to go to hell.

You can't turn them off that's the problem. They're a legal requirement so that the Hols can keep an eye on everyone. They know everything we are saying and soon they will know everything we are thinking as soon as the thought patches are rolled out.

'Fucking get a move on!'

He was really doing my nut in now but I didn't want to get drawn into a long drawn out argument in the middle of the highway. Besides I already had twelve notches on my card and one more would mean a two year ban. So I had to suck it up. I couldn't risk a vehicle disorder charge.

'Move it!'

I pressed the block button and continued to suck it up. But it would only last five minutes and blocks were expensive and I wasn't made of money.

I could see him gesticulating behind me. Obviously the old fucker suffered from block rage. Tough shit. Now he had to suck it up for a bit.

Incoming Message

It was the hols. What the hell did they want now? I didn't do nothing.

Pull over at the next HolDeck. Repeat. Pull over the the next HolDeck.

The bastard behind me was laughing his guts out. Why did they have to make incoming messages so public?

I pulled in and waited for the fuzz to materialize. Arseface zoomed past and flicked the bird and then sent me a picture of a Nun being fucked from behind. I just had time to delete it before a Hol told me to wind down the window. If he saw it he didn't say anything or maybe Nuns didn't do it for him.


'What's that in the back of your car?'

I had a horrible feeling he was going to say that. The Nun picture popped up again and this time we both saw it.

'I blocked him that's why he sent it.'

The Hol didn't reply, he just continued to look at the bodies that I'd spent all night carefully tucking in between the back seats and the floor. I tried to make a run for it but they had already put my car into lockdown. There was no escape.

'I can explain officer,' I said.

But no explanation could get me out of this. Before I could even think, my car was surrounded by Hols and all the other cars on the highway were being transported to their destinations and were disappearing one by one.

'I can explain.'

I couldn't. There are some things that are explainable and this wasn't one of them.

There were three dead bodies in the back of my car and I couldn't turn back time. I didn't have a big red button to press to make them all disappear. Only the Hols had the big red buttons.

'I'm sorry.' That's all I could say. 'I'm really sorry.'

I couldn't move my arms or my legs. They were transporting me. The game was up.

The officer leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

'Ok you know the rules. Nobody is allowed to have more than two dead bodies in the back of their vehicle. You should have stuck to two like everybody else.'

The game was up. Just before I arrived at the penal sphere I just caught a glimpse of the Nun again and this time she had a superimposed image of me on her back.

                                              (C) Ally Atherton 2015

685 Words written for the A to Z blogging challenge.