Three Strikes and You're Out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The year is 2100. Dan Davis, the perfect citizen, learns what happens when you break the laws in the utopia of Moonbright.

Submitted: July 29, 2017

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It's six in the morning, Dan's usual time of waking from sleep. The faint and familiar sound of hissing was echoing through his ears. This sound was commonplace at this time of day. It was an alarm of some sorts for him. Upon getting out of bed, Dan would go through his mundane, ritualistic morning. Shower, brush teeth, and dress. It was always done in this order. Dan has learned to be very particular with his actions. 

After dressing himself in his black blazer and black dress pants, he was all prepared to make the trip to work. Once leaving his home, he pulled a tiny device out of his pocket that looked like a guitar pick. There was a tiny button that can be hit on this device. Dan hit this button, which caused his doorknob to recess into the door. This was not some kind of state of the art security system. Being the year 2100, this is standard for all homeowners. Not only is it standard, but it is required by law. 

At 25 years old, Dan is a working definition of a perfect citizen. He does his work, he minds his manners, and he has never been in any kind of trouble. Trouble is frowned upon in the town of Moonbright. Moonbright has a very, let's say unorthodox, way of dealing with criminals. Heck, they don't even have to be criminals. Anyone who is seen as a disturbance to every day life can be expected to face stiff penalties. This town is like one big play. A utopia. Each of the 50,000 people are expected to perform their roles without question. No complaining, no suggestions, just do what you're supposed to do.

At this point, you would expect Dan to hop into his car and drive to work. That is not the case. Cars are banned in Moonlight. They are seen as primitive. Instead of an automobile, people are either to walk or wear special shoes to help them travel around the city. These shoes are made from a special substance that allows for minuscule hovering (a couple of inches off the ground.) The wearer of the shoe will move faster depending how much they lean forward. This is seen as the most effective way of travel. 50 MPH is the speed limit while using these shoes. Since everyone lives within the city limits, 50 MPH is more than fast enough to get to where you need to be on time. 

It is 6:30 now, Dan is making his way to Mid Street. Mid Street is where everything is located. Your restaurants, entertainment, retail stores, etc. It is the busiest part of town. Lately it has been insanely packed at this hour especially. Those double blueberry muffins at Sammy's are the hottest craze. You see blurs whizzing by, people are in a frenzy to get their muffin fix. Dan is no exception. He looks at his watch, 6:30 it reads. "Oh man, do I have time?" Dan ponders to himself. He is ravenously hungry, but does not want to risk being stuck in line for a long time. There's probably a good 50-60 people lined up at the door waiting to get inside. As advanced as this society is, waiting in line is something that has not changed.

"Darn it, I shouldn't have got this muffin." Dan angrily scolds himself as it is now 6:55. He only has 5 minutes to make it to work. With great vigor, he speeds away from the muffin shop and is intensely focused to make it on time. You can see the sweat dripping from his brow. The nerves have consumed him. Dan has never been late before. Fearful he won't make it,  he breaks the 50 MPH rule and achieves a speed of 70 MPH. 

A towering glass door slowly lowers as Dan approaches it. The entrance to his work is truly remarkable. It has unique facial recognition that only lowers for people who are employed there. 7 o' clock, that's what time it is when Dan crosses the door's threshold. As he is crossing the threshold, he tosses the half-eaten muffin over his shoulder. Once securely inside the building, he exhales loudly. It's such a relief that he wasn't late. He walks into the office and is reprimanded by his superior. The man in charge is a stern, rigid looking man. He looks like the type of person who has a monotone voice. Showing no emotion or compassion, he tells Dan "Mr. Davis, do you have any reason to be late?"

Being very confused, Dan states "Sir, I was here on time. I walked through our company door at 7."  

"We do not conduct our business by the door, we do it in this office"  the boss reminds him.

"You are right sir, it will not happen again."  

"It surely will not"  Dan's boss replies curtly.

Moments after this encounter happens, the head officials of the city's government are informed of this incident. The higher ups of government reside in a massive bunker underground. This bunker is packed with technological equipment unreleased to the public. There are tons of computer monitors feeding current and past information on all of the citizens. This is done by transmitting signals from a microchip installed in each citizens' brain. The chip itself is microscopic and installed at birth so no one is aware of their existence. This tech is so highly advanced, words cannot suffice. They know everything everybody is doing at any time. They are omnipotent. Almost like a god. It would be a waste of time trying to conceal secrets from the government in the utopia of Moonlight. 

Back in the office, Dan suddenly hears a very loud and irritating hiss coming from his head.  Dan's face turns white as snow. He can't move a muscle. You can hear his pounding heartbeat. "Ahh!"  Dan screams in great agony as he collapses to the ground. It was a quick, violent death. All 12 people in the office are looking at Dan with a blank expression on their face. They are not sad, they are not scared, they're just standing and looking.
 
"That is a shame, he was a good worker" says an employee.
 
The boss replies "Yes, but you know how it is in Moonlight."
 
"We certainly do, three strikes and you're out."


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