On The City’s streets, The Midas Corp. Limousine led a dozen patrol cars on a merry chase. No matter how they diverted traffic, finally easing after a morning of unprecedented congestion, the luxury car was one step ahead.
“Who the hell is driving that thing?” Patrolman Kumar cursed.
“I heard that Bob Tolstoy was Sizemore’s driver. Might be him.” His partner said.
“The king of the racing underground? When’d he turn Citizen?”
“A few years back. Everybody’s got to eat.” The limo made a sudden u-turn, slipping through a gap in three lanes of traffic and disappearing towards the bay.
The City: 064: Kumar
December 25, 2014
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The City: 051: Cynthia
December 8, 2014
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Boot guns work on a simple principle. Normally, a person can only exit or enter The City from a house that they have access to. Some allowances are made for access interruptions such as computer failure and power outages, but improper logouts are considered criminal offenses. This was because beta users developed ‘Dropout Syndrome.’ Midas created user houses and covered up the damage. But they made Boot Guns to drop problem users. Which is why Cynthia was surpassed to find her gun had no effect on the man groaning and thrashing in the street. He lunged at her and howled.
The City: 046: Tyrone
December 1, 2014
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Downstairs, the situation was getting tense between City Police and the Midas Private Security. Commissioner Jenkins had practically fought his way inside, and all available security was converging to stop him from entering the building. The problem was, nearly all the cops were unbootable and unbanable, which made Tyrone’s weapon useless. But if the cops’ were, so were the security guards’. They were at an impasse. Some twit, a suit low enough on the ladder to get thrown to the wolves, identified as Abner Lanning, appealed for calm as the meeting continued on Mount Olympus. He was bootable. Tyrone fired.
Hugh J. O'Donnell 