What do you do when you find the answer to an un-answered question?
What do you do when every government agency in the country is against you, preying that they can get to you before you tell the world?
What do you do when you are backed into a corner with nothing but the knowledge you have obtained and a state school upbringing?
For your sake... I hope you answer differently to me.
It started this morning on the third day of my new job in an office in London. There was nothing special about it, quite the contrary in fact, if I hadn't been shown to the door I wouldn’t have found it amongst the twenty or so other office blocks along the street. I was sent up to the top floor to deliver a letter to the companies CEO. It was nothing out of the ordinary, until I reached the top floor.
As I stepped out of the elevator I knew that something was off. For one the walls were black and covered in things that could only be described as alien technology.
I wandered around the large open room, still holding the letter. Everything looked so futuristic, like something from star trek or star wars, something with star in the title.
I continued to look for a little longer until a specific device jumped out at me. It looked like an old plasma ball, those glass orbs with the electricity inside. I was probably drawn to it because it seemed so out of place and primitive.
I placed my spare hand on it, the lines of electricity shot towards my palm. I’m not sure why I did it but I did. I placed the letter on the side and put my other hand on the device.
The electricity separated, running into both my hands. For a moment that was it, nothing more to it, but then something changed, and it wasn’t only my life.
My eyes were forced shut and I began to re-live thousands of conversations, conversations that I had never had, I re-visited meetings, meetings I had never been to, and I re-enacted speeches, speeches I never gave.
The whole experience left me startled, bewildered and, strangely, knowledgeable.
I released the device and backed away. I have to admit, it took me a while to realise what I had been told by the machine, but when the answer finally hit me… well I don’t really remember, it’s all a little blurred but the basic gist of it was that I ran, more like walked… I fled.
After snatching up the letter I turned and headed back to the elevator door. I could not stay any longer, not with the knowledge I possessed.
I reached the elevator and hammered on the button. A hand closed around my arm and pulled me around. I was standing staring at a man, I instantly recognised him. To be honest you’d have to live in a hole not to know him.
The Prime Minister of England wasn’t a face you’d forget, even if in person he did look dead.
“Who’re you?” he asked, gripping my arm. His grip hurt, for a politician he sure didn’t care about pissing off his voters.
“I-I’m new here. Someone sent me up to deliver this letter,” Somehow I knew that he knew I was leaving something out, and I think that my eye flicking towards the device told him what.
“Did you touch that?” he yelled, pointing at the device.
Every student’s instinct is to deny what ever they were accused of, even if they are caught with their hands stuck in the cookie jar. So that’s what I did. “No.” I said, trying to pull my arm away.
“What did you see?” he commanded, his eyes told me all I needed to know about telling the truth. So I told him everything I could, and by that I mean I kicked him and jumped into the lift.
As the lift doors closed I remembered the letter and threw it hard through the gap at the Prime Minister.
The second I had stepped in my thumb had pressed the ground floor button so hard I could have sworn that I broke it. I watched the numbers on the monitor whiz by until they stopped moving and I fell to the floor. The elevator had been stopped prematurely, the security were onto me. I did as every TV show I had ever watched told me and punched open the hatch in the ceiling.
I leapt up and grabbed onto the edge and pulled myself into the elevator shaft. It was exactly as the television had shown me. I looked around. Not many options, there was only one really. On the wall that the door would have been on, just above ceiling level was an air duct. It was just about wide enough for me to fit but height wise… I’d definitely have to crawl.
Soft floor, cleaners, nice scent, all things I wish the vent had but didn’t. This said it was rather informative. I was on floor 14 according to the wall and I wanted to be on the ground floor. Actually I wanted to be on a cruise in the Bahamas but one step at a time.
The duct was tight, I had to crawl on my stomach to get anywhere and that wasn’t exactly comfortable.
I reached a dead end, sort of. I was at a vent into an office. It was entirely empty save for the three armed security officers who had decided to hide out in there.
Luckily for me… Unluckily for them, I knew kung fu! I backed up a bit and got onto my back with my feet inches from the vent.
All in one swift motion I kicked, slid out, startled the security and got myself stuck on a broken piece of metal coming from the vent.
“Crap” |
