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Chapter one
Normality fades
Nova woke late the next morning, or a more accurate description would be early the next afternoon as the sun was high in the sky and was a few degrees past noon. Her eyes were dull and not as electric as they had been last night as she exited the pod. She hauled herself out of bed that pulsed with the exact warmth that was comfortable and dragged herself to the intercom.
"Aww, George! Why didn't you send me a wake up call! For God's sake George! You think you'd want me to get fired! Then I couldn't pay you any rent at all
"
Her voice amplified echoed throughout the message service and then there was silence.
"George
" She said, nervously.
This just wasn't like the sleaze-ball of a robot. He always answered her. He always woke her. She stared down at her watch and it read 12:09p.m in glowing neon symbols. He should still be upstairs in the bar, getting ready to serve the trash that walked in through the doors to waste away.
Her eyes fluttered a bit and then they glazed over, she felt her stomach turn as she slammed hard down on the intercom button once again.
"George! Stop fooling around! I mean it!" She shouted.
No answer.
Getting worried now, she darted to her bedroom and opened her cupboard that sparked as she did. Inside were four or five screens, displaying each of them, the prime for of Naomi Nova wearing different outfits. There was a stylish red ensemble in the centre and she touched the screen and the suit wrapped itself around her in a split second.
She ran to the electro-pod and her heels tapped violently at the floor as she went. She ordered the door to open and she flew inside, her crimson, silk scarf trailing after her.
She pummelled the launch button and the pod rocketed upward for a moment and then stopped as the co-ordinator signed on.
" Seventeen seconds until arrival. Destination level one, the bar. Please state your Identification."
"Naomi Nova, level thirty-two, Apartment 76."
" Identification accepted. Please remain seated while the gateway to the bar is created."
Sure enough, through the glass door of the pod, a wormhole erupted and Naomi was about to exit the pod when she was forced back down into her seat.
" Warning! Warning! Power failure! Chances of safety from computer virus through gateway to level one-the bar 28.0122%."
Naomi's heart jumped as the light at the back of the pod died and she was left shrouded in darkness. There was indeed an emergency back-up generator if a power-cut occurred.
" Emergency back-up generator, online." The childish co-ordinator sounded.
" Requesting access to level one-the bar." Naomi shuddered.
"Access denied." The co-ordinator said, in its smooth voice.
Naomi could do no more. This had never happened to her before. She had no idea why the pod wouldn't allow her access to the bar. The light at the back of the pod flickered and then it died again. Though this time, the gateway collapsed too and the darkness was thick and heavy.
"Requesting access to emergency evacuation pod." Naomi shrieked, feeling a lump rise in her throat.
" Access denied to emergency evacuation pod."
" What the hell? That's always online! It isn't run by electricity, it's run by direct heat and light from the sun!"
A cold chill flowed through the pod. She sat cramped pondering on the though.
"Power deficiency. All pods in the building are disabled"
"Requesting emergency communication with the local vigilante group."
"Access allowed. Confirm your Identification."
"Naomi Nova, Level thirty-two, Apartment 76."
The glass door suddenly flickered with light and it turned into a screen where a large man with a distressed looks on his face.
"What seems to be the emergency?" He said, in a low and husky voice.
" I'm trapped in my pod. My name is Naomi Nova and I'm at 7345 Otter street, in the old derelict bar/apartments and I'm trapped. I work for Secret Intelligence at the Senate. I-"
" BILL! BILL! There's another one
" The man turned away and was shouting to his colleague. " Yeah, I'm sorry honey. You are about the fiftieth or sixtieth call we've had in the last few minutes. There's been some kind of malfunction with the Pod systems all over the county."
" But wait! That isn't possible; the pods are controlled by the Sun's energy, that's what makes them able to travel to the colonies on Mars and Europa. If there is a problem, it's with the Sun!"
"Look lady, I don't know. This is gonna be a bit of a ride for you."
He cut off and the pod rocketed downward spontaneously and within a few seconds the pod dissolved into what could only be described a liquid light. She felt it ooze around her body and then she seemed to drown in it. It invaded her lungs and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was staring at the halls of the Senate, she opened the door and found herself immersed in crisis.
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