Chapter 1: In the city of London.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 28

Sunlight slipped through the crack in the grimy door, and illuminated his face. He blinked and shielded his face with his hands. He sighed and swung his legs off the bunk. Being careful not to step on his bunkmate's face, his slipped on his work boots and grey jacket, buttoning up the collar so it covered his neck. He grabbed the cap from it's hook by the door, and put it on his head. He gripped the rusty door handle and yanked it open. He jumped out onto the silver metal of the abandoned structure that he called home. On the side of this structure was British Airways, but it had been scratched off by the desert winds, so it was barely readable. He had no idea what this had once been, but it's small round compartments attatched to long slices of metal provided a good sanctuary from the harsh wheather. He jumped off the metal and began walking towards the distant buildings. He walked past the familiar shapes of similar structures to his home that littered the surrounding area, most were buried beneath thick layers of dust and ash. A long time ago, these had held great riches of parts and scrap, but they had since been emptied and were now just shells, left to rot in the dust dunes. He walked over to the only modern structure in the area, a small shack made of steel and thin layers of translucent plastic. As he neared the shack, a shape appeared out of the dust on the horizon, drawing closer. As it got nearer, the shape became a truck, rumbling almost silently with it's electric motors. It screeched to a halt in front of the shack, and the doors hissed open.

"Hello, worker number 4040. Board the transport to your destination." A metallic voice said.

The man climbed up the ladder on the side of the truck and settled into one of the seats. The robotic humanoid driving the truck ordered him to fasten his seatbelt. He obeyed and the truck rumbled off. There were only a few other passengers onboard the vehicle, and they were silent for the journey.

Unaware that he had fallen asleep, 4040, or Forty as he was reffered to by his fellow workers, was jolted awake as the truck stopped in front of a small building, squatting on the peak of a hill. The robot ordered the passengers to disembark and enter the building. The workers obeyed and walked out. Once inside the welcome darkness and coolness of the building, the workers removed their caps, and stepped onto a metal platform in the centre of the room. Forty pressed a button on the wall nearest him. With a whirr, the platform began to slowly descend below the floor.


Submitted: February 23, 2021

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