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By Thomas Hobbes
A William Gibson/Neuromancer inspired fanfiction
A dark wave of rubble rose against a colorless sky, beyond its crest the bleached, half-melted
skeletons of city towers. The rubble wave was textured like a net, rusting steel rods twisted
gracefully as fine strung, vast slabs of concrete still clinging there.
The courier picked his way through yet another destroyed rubble-strewn street. He cursed the
fools who had sent Nightwings narrowing down into the darkness over Russia to be shortly blown
apart by Russian EMP's and lasers. The short war only a few weeks long had led to Bonn being
annihilated by nuclear fire and the world entering a new era. The courier, warily now as he
entered a new feral gang's territory and drew a pair of sleek, black guns. He was safe, at least
a somewhat, due to his killing anyone that messed with, messily.
A chopping noise was heard as a military helicopter flew overhead, making sure that no one
breaks out of the cordon surrounding Bonn. No one wanted hordes of street tough feral kids, and
teenagers rooming around Europe. The courier, used to the streets of BAMA was unimpressed by
this street. He looked around, seeing a few eyes gleaming off reflected light, protected by
chunks of concrete and the few pieces of glass to heavy to move and to tough to break. The
courier mused, he was stuck here, in this quiet, unassuming hell until he found one man, name
of Riviera who was just enough of a sociopath to attract outside attention. The question was
from whom? He didn't know but it was a fairly powerful unknown to get him here and through the
cordon with such ease.
He looked around, looking for yet another guide, one of a number that existed to guide Outside
people around in return for passes out of here. The courier called out, using his now standard
trick "I have one pass, I need a guide to find a man, name of Riviera." Scrabbling erupted as
the people behind the concrete fought for the honor, or the pass. After 32 seconds, according
to his skin implanted watch, a kid walked out covered in blood but obviously the victor. The
courier didn't have an expression, he had seen this all too often. He held up the passcard, a
ticket out of hell then tucked it away. The kid's eyes lit up with the need to get out of Bonn.
The courier gestured, the kid turned and walked off, the courier following. This continued for
several hours until the kid stopped and pointed at a collection of concrete 50 or 60 feet away.
The courier put on a pair of mirrored glasses and pressed a small button. The glasses tapped
into his optic nerve and the terrain lit up with data, dangerous radiation levels only 800 feet
away, but the target he wanted was a human, he turned towards the boy. The glasses limited
intelligence interpreted his glance and bounced the request for information about the boy to
ComSat # 736 22,500 miles up bought through a hundred cut-outs, concealing whoever bought it.
Within a few seconds, the information, traveling at the speed of light bounced up to the ComSat
then down to New York then up to another ComSat and so on until it reached, after a dozen
cut-outs reached Berne, Switzerland and then came back through a new set of cut-outs. Aidan,
John EU# 48196573 NO OTHER INFORMATION blazed the red headline across his glasses but he had
expected no less. He swung around, looking for any other humans - he found one and his
automatic request bounced back up and came back eventually Riviera, Peter EU# 73954689 NO
OTHER INFORMATION came up on his glasses. He smiled slightly, tossed the passcard at the boy -
who caught and disappeared it in a second - and started to walk towards Riviera.
He knocked, once, twice, on his glasses he saw Riviera jump up, grab something from a low desk
- probably just a piece of concrete. The courier called out, somewhat sardonically "Riviera?
If you are I have a package for you."
"Fuck off" came from inside.
"Oh goody" the courier muttered and slammed through the makeshift door, spinning and dodging
the sliver of glass in Riviera's hands. He knocked it to the floor and punched Riviera's nose,
so hard it cracks. The courier leaped back, easily dodging Riviera's weak blow. Riviera sat
down, hard, accepting the fact he lost and cradling his noise with his hand. He stretched out
his other hand; the courier reached into his pocket and handed a package to Riviera who pressed
his thumbprint to it.
The package opened silently, memory plastic changing shape to an open configuration. A single
piece of paper lay there; Riviera picked it up and began to read, slowly. After a few minutes
Riviera looked up and said quietly "I'll take it"
The courier handed another package to Riviera; this one contained a passcard, a passport, a
Swiss bank chip, and several plane tickets.
Riviera asked, "How are we getting out of here?"
The courier pressed the other button on his glasses then hurtled them away and they blew apart
into a thousand pieces. "Any minute now." The courier informed Riviera.
Riviera opened his mouth but the sudden noise of a descending 'chopter drowned out any possible
remark. The two men clambered in and it lifted off fast, heading for a small airfield in the
middle of nowhere, to the two men it didn't matter - they were too happy just to get out of the
hellhole called Bonn.
Screaming Fist - The American assault on the Russian computer nexus at Kirensk, along with
several other targets, where they believed there was a blind spot, the Russians knew about the
blind spot and set up EMP weapons and infrared targeted lasers to attack anything that tried
to exploit the spot. The Americans used shuttles and pulse bombs to clear a hole then dropped
Nightwing microlights, stripped down to carry a console operator and a prototype deck equipped
with a virus designed to crash the Russian network, the virus/icebreaker, the first true one
in the history cybernetics - the Mole IX. The war lasted only a few weeks.
Bonn - A German city, the third city to be hit by a nuclear weapon in history, during Screaming
BAMA - The Boston Atlantic Metropolitan Axis, the largest city in the world.
EU# - The ID number used by the European Union, similar to BAMA SIN's (Single Identification
Number) and other government ID number's.
NAFTA - A political body comprised of the former countries of Canada, the USA and Mexico. It's
directly controlled by large corporations, as are most governments.
EMP - Electromagnetic Pulse, disables electronic systems, easiest and most common method is to
detonate a nuclear bomb.
ComSat - Communication Satellite. Owned by various companies and governments, used to
BioSig - Biological Signature, one way of identifying people.
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