《Beating The System》Tall Tales
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Inside the Communication Center-
Sargent Kyle Kelly's momentous frame nearly fills the door frame of the Communication Center as he walks through the doorway. He leads the way with Devin Richardson eclipsed behind him. Among the sea of computer technicians, Enrique and Theresa look up dumbfounded from their computer stations as the two enter. On the west wall are giant flat screens, which display a live feed from several scenes around Paradise Island, a few from Mission Bay, and fewer still from downtown San Deigo. A large window stretching 12 feet long with a large metal door at its rear is cast in dark shadows exposing only hints of the sharp edges of machinery behind the thick glass.
In the center of the room rises a clear white cylinder, which balances what appears to a large, ornate diamond on top. It seems out of place, like something belonging in a jewelry store and not a military computer communications center.
"This is our communication center. You've met Enrique and Theresa, of course," Kyle said flatly.
Theresa stands awkwardly. Enrique rolls his chair out from his cubical wall.
"Showing him around the la casa, hey Sarge? How's the ole' noggin, big guy?"
"Better. Thanks for asking! I thought I better get the blood moving."
"Good idea," interjects Theresa.
Kyle escorts Devin to the metal door and turns the lights on in the garage unraveling the mystery of shadows behind the machinery. He stops short of taking him deep inside. Enrique, head down, follows in behind them. The smell of oil and cleaning fluid taints the air but isn't overbearing as the garage is either very well ventilated or so huge the particles have much room to spread themselves thin.
"This is the garage, more or less. You have your bikes over there on the east side, like the ones you rode in on. We have a few pods in the mix that can deceive most of the link scanners."
Devin managed to make out that the pods were like the ones everyday people were traveling in sky traffic lanes when they were on the run, but these were a bit more roughed up. He could only see the backsides of their egg-shaped heads, looking like retired seats from some old amusement park ride.
"Things have changed since you last been awake. Once you enter city limits, you are linked and traced. If you have no chip that can be linked to, then you are red-flagged immediately and taken out."
"So how do you get around it?"
"Forged identity chips. It was really only a matter of time before they would start tracking everyone anyway. Those who were truly woke saw it coming as soon as your company put the plan in motion." Kyle scowls. His head twists slightly as if a snaked twisted around his spine and when he recenters it with a crack, he walks up into Devin's space and growls, "What we're thinking when you created a system that could violate and take away every protection we had?"
Devin steps back holding a hand up, "What I was a part of creating was not to infringe on privacy or protections. It was to give everyone accessibility, security-"
"Twenty years in cryogenic sleep and you still sound like a politician and a businessman," he smirks, "Look, Mr. Richardson. This is a Resistance Army covering the whole of North America. Our aim is to take down the very system you helped to create. I need to know that I can trust you and I don't right now."
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"Take down the System? Once it's been implemented..." Devin shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips in dismay, "you can't just 'take it down."
"You are the System's co-creator."
"More like Co-planner."
"Alright, fuck. Co-Planner then! Either way, you know inside details that we don't. You can get us the access we don't have right now, potentially."
Devin chuckles scratching his hair, "Do you see where my status as co-planner got me? I barely made out alive!"
"But! You are alive! No one has faced the eye of that storm and come out alive. Plus, you would have a whole army behind you now!"
"I'm not sure any of us knows what we are up against. If it is true, what you all are saying, is that the system has gone rogue . I'm here-"
"Yes, why are you here?"
Devin takes a breath, trying to hold back the rush of anger from having his words cut off.
"Look, I get you hate me and honestly, I don't care," Devin leans in pointing a finger, "I didn't create what you see out there. That is not the system I planned for it to be. I just want to get to my wife, okay? I don't care about your grand mission! Anyone's grand life mission. Not till I find my wife."
Kyle stares back grinding his teeth and Devin glares back in return. Enrique looks on like it is a wrestling match of the minds. Kyle thrusts out an arm pointing southward and forces out. Devin and Enrique look toward the south and back at Kyle who is red-faced, trying to formulate words yet.
"Over there, are our terrain vehicles. Diggers. The front them have a sharp edge tool that can dig through rock, dirt and other shit in seconds." Kyle stomps past the two of them and slaps down the light switch, holding the door open reluctantly waiting for the other two to walk through. Devin walks through with his face flushed red.
Kyle lets the door slam shut and begins to head slowly toward the door.
"Enrique tell the legend here what our rules are about the vehicles."
"Use 'em and die, unless you have permission," the young Mexican smirked.
"Simple enough to remember," Devin muttered.
"I can't have anyone going rogue on me, Mr. Richardson. Legend or no legend. Trust is earned and you haven't earned-"
Devin walks up and past the Sargant growling, "You've made yourself abundantly clear." As Kate is just entering, she attempts to greet Devin who is too angry to see her as he walks past her. She looks back surprised and then at Kyle's anger-ridden face reading the lines in his furrowed brow and red tainted cheeks.
Devin practically punches the button that opens the door to his room and sits down on the bed. He looks around the room anxiously and then with arms on his knees puts his head into the palms of his hands. It feels like the damn walls are closing in. I gotta get out of this compound. This just isn't going to work... me and this Resistance just isn't.. Eyes closed he vividly remembers the day when the authorities arrest him and take Login out of his car to arrest him as well. Cindy and Login's daughter Kate watch with looks of horror from the front door.
"Honey? What is happening?" cried Cindy.
"Don't worry! I will get this worked out. This is a mistake. Just hang tight!"
"Watch Kate for me? Call me wife?"
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"Yes, Login, I will."
That was the last day he saw his wife, and the last day Kate saw her father. His head lifted up. Maybe there was a way he could get Kate to help him get out of here. I just need to remember what they did to Login and we could kill two birds with one stone. Get my wife and find Login.., that is, if he is still alive.
Hallway Moments Later--
Kyle and Kate walk away from the Communication Center as other staff workers pass by sporadically.
"You are being too hard on him. Give him a bit more credit, Kyle."
"I don't trust him," Kyle replied puffing out his chest, "and I don't imagine part of your rush for us to get along is that he could lead to your father's whereabouts? I'm sorry but I'm not going to coddle him."
"I know you want him combat-ready, but he isn't ready. You can't make him ready for something he isn't. You certainly aren't going to win him over this way!"
Kyle steps ahead of her and stands in front of her, "Then, you make him ready! This is war Kate. The game has changed if we get him on our side. We'll have an edge."
"Everything is a damn war game with you, but you forget the causalities--even when it's on your own side of the battle!"
Kate maneuvers her way around Kyle's large body and walks on. Kyle remains stoically silent. No one spoke to him the way Kate did. No one had the guts. It made his blood so hot that it burned his veins, but he also admired her for it. If he was honest, it also turned him on. These days, as the battles intensify, he has to use fear and discipline in order to keep the compound from falling apart. Friendships are hard to keep. Romance is non-existent. But, he has hope that when this is all over, he may show her a different side of himself.
She is the caregiver and doesn't have a clue what it is like playing your pieces in the war game she detests so much. No one wants the role but is so willing to judge every move you make. Who would sign up for that?? He sure didn't. He had reached this level of command only by a successive series of deaths of other commanders, and now, here is with a whole army worth of lives in his hands. People imagine because tough talk came out of his mouth, that he sees this as some game he is playing with people's lives. No, it's a torment. A sadistic puzzle and I have a choice that didn't involve the fate of the world, I would choose not to play, he thought to himself. The faces of people who haunt his dreams pop up in shadows around corners or in the reflections of mirrors when his eyes get unfocused for just a brief second. A second too long. But, maybe one day he could make her understand. One day maybe he could show her his true heart. The day when his heart isn't signed over to the Resistance Army.
FITNESS CENTER-NEXT DAY
Kyle leans on the door frame watching Kate put Devin Richardson to work on his physical therapy routine. Devin looks over briefly at the Sargeant who has half a smile on his face as he groans while collapsing from doing planks.
"I think our onlooker over there is enjoying watching me getting tortured," Devin replied.
"You have no idea," Kyle replied chuckling.
"You're next if you aren't careful," Kate said whipping her hair back as she typed something into her electronic chart.
"Is this punishment because I can't yet remember what happened the day your father disappeared?"
"Stop being such a baby. I have to make sure you are progressing in your muscle strength." She smiles but then looks concerned as a soldier enters the room and addresses Kyle.
"Sir, you and Mr. Richardson are being summoned to the Communication Center. General Forsyth is pinging in for a conference call."
Kyle's face goes pale. "Mr. Richardson, follow me. You can have him back shortly." Kate throws up her hands subtly and watches in frustration as they walk off.
This was beginning to feel like a terrible cat and mouse game to her. Devin Richardson had literally been delivered to the compound like a gift in the mail. After years of absolute dead silence as to her father's whereabouts, she had given up hope. However, not all hope. She tucked away a memory. It was there as a young child playing at the Richardson's home when the authorities came and arrested Devin and her father. She was but a child but not too young to forget the last day she had seen her dad. Something that traumatic never leaves you. She had to rely on the comfort of Mrs. Cindy Richardson who has clearly shaken herself but did her best to console her even amidst her own fears and agony.
Now, it was like she was being teased or tormented all over again. After decades of being put off by what was clearly a humanoid version of Devin Richardson and with Cindy Richardson who swore allegiance to him, here was the "real" Devin Richardson? A new twist no one had been expecting, not even the System itself got a handle on him before he had escaped its grip. The one man with the clue as to where her father is, and she has yet to get anything from him. Maybe it is time to be a little less subtle and get a moment alone with him. Things are bubbling up around here. Something is going to pop, and it isn't going to be pretty. I have to get him alone, and find out what he knows about dad before things get out of hand.
The Communication Center
Kyle and the soldier briskly walk in with Devin following suit.
"Enrique, give me the low down before I take this call."
"You're not going to like it...remember your Catholic upbringing on forgiveness?"
"Enrique now is not the time.." Kyle then notices on the large screens different news stories showing images of Enrique on a bike with a person in the back seat. He walks closer to the screens.
Enrique starts mumbling something in Spanish and Theresa walks over to put a hand on his shoulder. On one of the screens, the caption reads "Resistance Captures Legend Devin Richardson or Hoax?"
Kyle's eyes start darting all over the screens looking closer at the rider and one shot shows clearly a side view of Devin Richardson on the bike.
"Someone turn the volume up on screen 3! Now!"
A young man hops over to a device.
"The infamous Resistor, Enriques Gonzales was seen again after a short hiatus escaping authorities. It appears from footage that we have, he was carrying Devin Richardson, former chair and businessman of the New Society. But there is speculation if this was him or a hoax...well...wait...we are getting something right now...let's go to that....live at the home of the Richardson's! It appears it may have been a hoax. Let's hear from them," the reporter exclaims excitedly.
The screen cuts to the lawn of a two-shaded light brown home with pillars holding up the front portico of this mansion-sized home. The grass color is more teal green and than real green. A humanoid version of Devin Richardson appears on the screen grinning like a cat who ate a mouse. Richardson's white gleaming smile reveals whitening laser treatments that reflect the camera lights. His hair is grayer and his face has a few more lines but he looks tougher. Like a retired Sargeant. He stands tall and stiff with a crew cut. He holds his wife Cindy tightly by his side as though someone from the camera crew may try to kidnap her. She too is older, and greyer but her eyes look unalarmed and they rest trustfully on her husband's as he speaks to the cameras.
"Well, there can't be two of me. I don't think my wife here could tolerate it," he laughed as did some of the reporters. Cindy simply smiled and that warmed the real Devin's heart. God, have I missed that smile, he thought to himself holding back tears. The humanoid Richardson kisses Cindy on the cheek and Devin's eyes look at the screen in a rage.
"This appears to be a hoax. Another feeble plot of the Resistance. I am sure the authorities within the System will now be able to trace this and find their next compound, that's my hope. If that's the case, this could unravel a chain of events that would undo the Resistance for good."
The reporter comes back on the screen, "System authorities want us to assure Californian citizens that security measures are being put in place in case of a new attack within the San Deigo and its out-laying areas."
The picture then cuts to a screen of a tall man standing at a podium with thick, curly white hair and thick, dark-framed glasses balanced by a long nose.
"Leonard!" Devin mutters drawing closer to the screen.
"You know him too?" asks Kyle.
"Yeah, he was my business partner...it's coming back."
"Good, the whole day isn't lost then," Kyle nods.
On the bottom of the screen reads the words, "Leonard Bloomfield, CEO of New Society Systems"
"The last few days have been increasing in mysterious activity and sabotage by the Resistance forces. This is not limited to the San Deigo area. All citizens must at this time remain on high alert and be ready for wartime procedures. We are at a critical point of removing the Resistance forces from power entirely. This was a key misstep that may open doors for us. Time will tell. Be alert and be vigilant."
"Okay, shut that shit off," Kyle waves his hands turning away, "shut it off!" He paces around the center room with hands around back. "War...we don't have the numbers for a war at this compound... God damn it, Enrique!"
Enrique who was standing sits back down in his cubicle.
"Get over here and get the General on the comm. He's waited long enough. We gotta face the music now. For Christ's sakes!"
Like a dog with his tail between his leg, muttering things softly in Spanish, Enrique then asks, "Now sir?"
"Yes, now."
Enrique presses in on the sides of the diamond-like figure and then walks quickly back to his side of the work area as a holographic image of General Forsyth is displayed. He is 60 years old with the mixed look of an eagle and that of a proper English gentleman. His hair shows no sign of aging, black, and is slicked back. When he realizes he is on the line, he whips off his wire glasses and begins looking around the room with a serious expression.
"General Forsyth, welcome. How can I be of service, sir?"
"You can start by telling who it is you have in your possession and why that blasted Mexican of yours is in your trouble again?"
"General, let me assure you, we have the real Devin Richardson. There appears to be a humanoid one out at his residence. I was waiting to-"
"Waiting? Waiting for the System Authorities to dig you out and blast that compound to kingdom come?"
"No, sir I-"
"This is all over their media now. I have every branch in our forces now calling me up. We are at our most vulnerable and you decide to do what? Wait to give me the information I would need?"
Kyle takes a deep breath before responding.
"I wanted to be able to give you a full report, sir. An accurate one. I wasn't' sure I could trust him."
Growling, "I don't give a jack squat if you trust him as much as your own mother, you bring these matters straight to me! I can't wrap my mind around the mentality of this compound right now." He grips his forehead turning away and then turns back with a defeated look. "This compound better dig in and dig itself in deep. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry probe they have is going to be searching for you now. We are all at risk. God only knows how much tracer footage they have on them."
"Yes, sir!"
Devin Richardson and the General lock eyes.
"So, it appears we have found each other Mr. Richardson."
"He's been in cryogenic sleep for twenty years now, sir," interjected Kyle, "Someone wanted him out of the picture."
The General's eyes squinted as he paused, perplexed, "Well, yes for now they wanted him out of the picture. If it was permanent, they would have killed him immediately. They were saving him for a later date." The General's ghostly image circles around Devin who looks uncomfortable. "Why did you escape, Mr. Richardson? This was your creation, after all."
"I wasn't actually put up in a 5-star hotel suite. Somehow, I must have had some inclination because I put a contingency plan to wake myself up. I just need to remember-"
"Are you going to be working with us or against us, Mr. Richardson? That's what we really need to know here."
Devin feels all eyes on him, and you can hear a pin drop in the room. Of course, he isn't against a system that has gone rogue and taken over society to do ill. He just hasn't been out in society fully yet to know what all those proposed ills are. Good could be called bad and bad good by any side. One bad sign surely is being put in a cryogenic prison of sorts, then ripped out and left for dead, and the double they have in his place. Definitely not good signs. System 0 Resistance 4.
Nevertheless, something doesn't feel right about these people either, he thought in his gut. It isn't like he feels doing cartwheels around all the promises they want him to make around teaming up with them. Nevertheless, he knows what he has to say, and in a large sense, it is true. He would have to do something to at least takedown parts of the system that had become corrupted until he finds out more.
"I am definitely willing to talk about what I can do to-"
"Great! Sergeant Kelly, your task is to get him to remember quickly. He's been in the deep recesses of the System's brain cloud. He has critical intel waiting to be accessed. I want daily reports. I'll work on my end to get him transferred to us eventually once he begins remembering more. We need to make sure some of this news dies down, and we see less probe activity before we transport him also."
As the General turns to approach the diamond topped cylinder, Devin goes to approach him, but Kyle grabs him by the shoulder and squeezes it to stop him. The General turns back around.
"I want you to turn your virtual com links open only to Central Command. We must keep this compound secure and keep everyone from getting too confused. As for you, Mr. Richardson, if you will truly support the Resistance it will be a good day for the world and a great day for humanity. Good day."
The General's image sucks in as though being pulled in from a vacuum inside the diamond and disappears. Everyone's shoulders that had risen up to almost their ears, lower in relief. Kyle swallows hard and turns to leave.
"You heard him. Secure the com-link."
The Richardson Home
The humanoid version of Devin Richardson lays in his bed with his hands behind his head while Cindy Richardson fixes herself up in the bathroom wearing a blue nightgown.
"Honey, you've been in there forever. Are you ever coming to bed?"
Cindy turns out the bathroom light and leans on the door frame. Devin rolls to his side and smiles at her.
"You look gorgeous, dear."
"Why, thank you," she smiles blushing slightly, and makes her way over to her side of the bed trying to hide that the compliment almost made her cry. She sits on her side of the bed wiping the last bit of hand cream off her hands and stares out the window. The humanoid waits for her turn but her back remains a cold wall of a sign of a problem.
"Cindy, I wanted to ask you. This whole 'double' me thing isn't troubling you too deeply is it?"
She turns and shakes her head.
"Because I know you had told me about a reoccurring dream of their being two of me and then this...so I can understand if--"
She crawled into bed and scoots herself up into his arms. She lays her head on his chest quietly.
"Oh, it is bothering you. I understand."
Cindy spoke down toward his lower chest shyly, "I just don't want another nightmare. When I saw that on the news...it was like it became real. I know it's silly."
Devin looked down at her and pulled her away, "No, you listen. It is not silly. Not silly in the least. This was a crime, first of all. A violation of our privacy." He embraced her harder. His head turned to a drink on the nightstand next to him. "Here sit up with me, honey. I made this for you. It will help you sleep better." He gently helped the two sit up in bed and cupped the drink in his and her hands. As she drank it, she paused and looked him in the eyes.
"Go on finish it, babe, I promise that by the morning, you'll forget any of this ever happened."
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