FutureBlog Entry #10

January 10, 2106 posted by Pete III

I'm not at all a fitful sleeper. My dad used to joke that I got it from my grandfather, Pete. Of course, that was impossible since my dad was adopted, so genetically speaking, it is impossible for me to have gotten any of my biological traits from him. Still, I wake at the drop of a pin, just like my granddad, according to my dad.

Honestly, I can sleep through quite loud noises if I'm expecting them, or rather, used to them. When I was a child growing up in New Edin, the weather authorities experimented with letting it rain in order to lower the costs of cleaning the buildings. When the storm generators created ten storm systems in a single day, they couldn't get rid of them. So we all had to get used to ten storm systems quite literally bouncing into one another for the better part of a week. The first few days were torturous, but by the end of the week I could sleep through the loudest thunder crash.

I don't know how active the night was back in the early twenty-first century, but now there is really no difference between night and day in regards to when people work. It's a twenty-four-hour-a-day society. Despite the lack of sunlight, you're just as likely to see people walking in the park at three in the morning as you are twelve hours later.

Often, I don't sleep at all during the night. It's when I do my best investigating. However, the night after we got back from the M's, I was wiped out. Since that day I've been laying low and taking it easy. I could have easily been killed down there and I wanted to get comfortable in my own skin before I went back down there.

However, that night, I could have sworn that mystery woman had come to me--as I slept--not to me in bed, or anything, but to my window. There's no walkway immediately outside my flat, but I heard a noise at around forty-past-two. I'm not sure what it was, but when I opened my eyes, I saw the shadow of a woman move across the wall in front of my bed. Above the head of my bed is the window. As my very fatigued brain finished processing what I had seen I sat up and turned on the light. Glancing out the window first, I saw no one there, turning my attention back to the room I saw Ryca standing there, like a statue.

I still maintain that there is something suspicious about her. She really shouldn't have been able to save me that night.

In the end, I couldn't find any woman--well, any real woman, anyway. Unfortunately, I have to cut this short, today. My wonderful employer, the good Madame Chancellor, you remember her, has "invited" me to attend a rather important dinner event that is being co-sponsored by both the Body Corporate and the Body Government, our two most powerful groups.

The call went something like this:

"Heya, kid! It's Chancellor."

"Madame Chancellor, what can I do for you?"

"Remember that big dinner-thing I told you about?"

"The event last night?"

"Yeah, well, thanks to Nogoodnick chatter, it got pushed back to tonight and my date just volunteered you by bailing on me."

"Really."

"I assume you're free tonight?"

"Yes, indeed," I said trying to smile for her over the connection.

"Great, see you at midnight."

She should be here any minute, so I'd better finish this up. More soon...