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Unixbigot@aus.social ("Kit Bashir") wrote:
I was in a panic. Everything I owned was in that car—now driving away, leaving me panting on the roadside, chase aborted. Casting around for aid I see…a phone booth. Yes we still have them in this country, when they went obsolete we made calls free and added free wifi hotspots because we live in a society not an economy. Anyway, I lifted the reciver and…what? Dial triple-zero for the police and tell them that my illegal autonomous vehicle just broke up with me and ran away to join the resistance? Or I could call, who? I don’t memorize phone numbers, that's what my phone (ex-phone, charging in my ex-car) was for. I mean sure I can still remember the landline number that my late parents had when i was twelve but…what…maybe somebody else has that number. Boop Beep Squonk etc Brrrt Brrrt Brrrt “Hello Alexander household who’s calling please?”
“Muh…MUM!?”
“Jan, is that you? Whats the matter darling?”
“Mum I need help”
“Where are you sweetie, you know I will always come get you. Thats why I sew a coin into all your clothes”
I hadn't needed the coin today, even if I’d had one, but…”Thanks, this is going to sound weird but, can you grab my old wallet in my desk drawer and bring it to the phone booth outside the convenience store on Figtree? I wont be there but can you hide it on the ledge up near the roof of the booth?”
“Okay…are you in danger? Do you need a posse?”
“It’ll be all right Mum, I cant explain right now”. I reach up into the dark ledge at the top of the booth and retrieve a dusty cobwebbed wallet. Theres a car key and an old paper twenty inside. “Everything is going to be fine”
“All right luv, I’m on my way”
“Thanks. And Mum…”
“Yes?”
“It’s good to hear your voice. I love you.”