In a world where everyone is either a criminal or a victim.
Earth was ravaged by wars, chemicals and radiation. A green sludge borders every city, town and population. Governments have fallen but corporations thrived. The poor are subject to the greed of the few Elites.
The final chapter in the Robin Luddites Trilogy, Darius Jones struggles with the demons of his past and present while his friends around him are suffering. For the Jones family, it is not a good week.
A child is kidnapped, Gus is arrested and tortured; Rose is enslaved by her contract. The Jones family struggles through a dangerous world. They are hunted, captured and attacked by many enemies. Some enemies they never knew they had.
Sonya rushes to save her friend from Dallas who is suffering under LORD experiments. On the way to his rescue she is captured in Casino Town. She has to find a way to rescue herself and her brother before it is too late for them all.
Darius Jones and Wimpy leave New Orleans to search for the kidnapped child and rescue Rose from a Robin Luddite. On the way to save Rose, Darius discusses his hopes with a unique Breed, a creature that sees more than the simple horizon of horrors, a brighter future that eludes Darius.
The Jones family come to Dallas to face the enemies that have attempted to obstruct their return. They must face old and new challenges in order to save their friends. Darius must find a way to protect the boy and win Rose’s affection while trying to evade the contracts issued on their heads. He faces the LORDs who had conspired to kill his brothers and now are torturing his friend Gus. The last time he was in Dallas, he had paved the road for corruption to filter in, and his brother Humvey is in the center of it all.
Tracking them, Detective Graves stalks them so he can try to prevent Darius from saving the child. A future is hidden in the child’s DNA that the cruel Graves does not want revealed, or harnessed.
Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.
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The train rattled down the tracks, coursing through the city and wrapping around Frisco Regions, track 75. It crossed from the Midwest over the sludge that once was Oklahoma, now coated in green from border to border. The tracks were designed to run a thousand meters over the sludge that swamped the planet. No life dared to rake through the radioactive carnage that pocketed the Earth with organic debris, leftover from devastating wars. The swamps of green were a memorial to a past that was best forgotten.
Within the train, the passengers bobbed back and forth, scattered throughout the car, hiding their faces and secluding against the windows. They were bundled in heavy coats, marked by holes and tears like their bodies, and like the car seats that were marred with graffiti and stabbed with holes. Breeds would venture eye contact with their train neighbors but as their retinas connected, a fear grew inside of them realizing that they could inadvertently challenge the wrong Breed. A simple misunderstanding could result in a gun blast. They quickly turned away. They recoiled like timid, tortured animals, stuffed in an overused cage.
The sky deepened to a darker green, wafting pink puffs of toxic fumes.
Every few seconds, a sign sped pass warning the passengers of threats, fines and punishments when entering the City of Dallas. Colored in blue and black with gold stars, the signs promised periodic searches for weapons and severe punishments for illegal activity. On each passing sign, the language became more aggressive. Graphic pictures showed hungry and beaten criminals in DARC (Dallas Area Rehabilitation Center).
Subsidized by the local corporations, the Lone Star of Radioactive Dallas (LORD) exercised the legal constraints on the citizens and used DARC as their main imprisonment facility. Every city had a recognized police force to rein order over the chaos. Like most law enforcement, the LORDs started as a contracted gang led by a Robin Luddite but then transformed into a legitimate arm of the law, until the corporations will tire of them.
In the front seat, a timid and round creature curled against the train wall, scared and alone, fearing the disapproving eyes and the scornful remarks from his peers. Gus Sips was not accustomed to being so far from home, so far from family, so ignorant of his neighbors; so endangered by random violence.
His coat tightly wrapped around him to hide the Biotech, wired and soldered together by his own hands. He abused his body with Biotech so he could adapt and enter into cyberspace. He had survived his forties in a small town, outside of the major cities. He was old in the face, but young in the mind. His koala bear features were hard to hide. The gray fur framed his face, his fingernails clawed, and the dark irises of his eyes widened.
Isolated from the cruelness of the corporate cities, Gus Sips had dreamed of a life in the Luddite world. He sought the chance to work as part of an underground that was feared and awed by many survivors. He wanted to breathe the toxic airs, to cruise through cyberspace for a Robin Luddite; to troll through a world that he could only relive in AV records. Gus never revealed his secret obsession to his parents.
Running from the ugliness of those cities, his parents had cowered into an isolated town, surrounded by sludge, decay and poor. For years, he hid his secret desires to avoid offending his father.
Only two weeks ago, his father died. Now Gus was truly free. And so he embarked to the closest city. Naïve of the workings of such a corrupt world, Gus Sips charged ahead into the violent madness that very few had survived.
He dedicated his secret career to becoming a Loader; a contract hired to infiltrate corporate computer networks, to decode barcodes and passwords, to upload viruses and to download usable information. Biotech was the common technology infused into the flesh, used to reinforce the body with armor but more extensive manipulation mutated the body for nefarious reasons. Loader implants allowed the user to cruise through cyberspace like mentally tracking through daydreams.
Along the horizon, the disintegrating buildings of old Dallas stabbed the sky. The buildings wagged like old men waiting for their deaths; life dragged them along to suffer a little longer. Glass shards, metal scraps and paper trash tumbled from their sides. Between train tracks and bridges, sewage pipes poured radioactive sludge into lakes creating moats around the city. A Bell helicopter patrolled across the horizon, panning searchlights into the dark recesses of alleys and vacant buildings. Gunfire chirped like bird calls. Sirens wailed in the background as LORDs hunted down contracts.
The Reunion Ball sat alone like a rejected classmate pushed into the corner by bullies. A chunk of its neck had been bitten out by mortar fire but its balled head defiantly stood proud over the neon signs of the neighboring clubs. Old filed papers blew out the smashed windows, raining on the huddled species that scurried across pothole stricken streets.
In the distance and far to the west, Fort Worth decayed. The city transformed into a Venice of sludge seeping between buildings. The old highways that were erected between cities were now crumbled; a few stanchions, braces and pillars remained defiant, waist deep in sludge rivers and moats. Its city had been vaporized by chemical weapons and warheads that were aimed at Dallas, missing their targets and leaving behind skeletal metal frames.
Slithering around Old Dallas, a single train raced along a forgotten path and on a forbidden track. The train was vacant and powered by an unknown energy that no one could unplug. The train was a Dallas symbol ghosting around the city in blind circles; life dredged along its continuous path, heedless and suffering.
Arriving at the Frisco Regions, Gus’ train screeched to a halt, stuttering along the track four more times before the doors hissed open. A crowd of blue and gold shadows assembled outside the car. Mumbles passed between Breeds as the LORDs argued over the operational protocols. At the engine’s sputtering shutdown, passengers stood at the exits while the doors released a hiss and slid open. They were greeted by LORDs guarding every exit with smiles and rifles.
by Jax E Garson
Copyright 2011, 2013 all rights reserved
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