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Chapter 1: Fugitive
Cars.
An endless stream of them. All doing 40 or more on a street marked 25. A street built for two lanes now filled with four lanes of fender-to-fender cars. Most already wearing their masks. Men and women desperate to get to their jobs on time so they could continue the life depicted in the ads.
The cross walk was clearly marked. Brie masked and desperate looked beseechingly at the on coming traffic begging with her eyes for a break.
A just shaved guy in a Honda slowed, pulled down his mask and stopped to yell, “move it girl’.
She ran for it. The Buick in the next lane saw her all most too late. Stopping hard and fast the impact was more a shock than damaging. Still two skinned knees ain’t nothing.
“Fuck you!”
This as she picked herself up. Car doors opening. Words exchanged. Brie ran for it. Wanting none of the repercussions and running hard now. Sure she was at fault. Out of breath she slowed to a walk and shivered in spite of the warmth from running.
Zlorex shift change times kept the factories running at as close to peak efficiency as possible. All to ensure that production costs were kept down, and the stock price was kept up. Zlorex like all top companies had swallowed up most of its competitors with the help of lobbyists, government contracts, rich…
