Future - 2020
The whole process of time crinkling up and flattening out seems to have gone unnoticed for the past two years.
It seems just about done.
Detective Dick Reckard is just about the only woman in the FBI with her snout in all this supernatural business.
A possum with a sharp nose and a keen wit.
What seemed like a regular car accident to everyone else stuck out to her like a flashing red tail light
The victim’s jacket, shirt - their entire outfit just sitting in the front seat of the car
As though they had disappeared right out of it
Barely even loose hairs to identify her with.
A cell phone, though
A wallet, too
Reckard flips through the phone, searching for something.
Google maps, three searches from the top: Team 35 Logistics.
She scoffs, of course.
The possum flips open the wallet, then her own phone, and takes down the victims details.
Mention Fehlender Jones by name
Puts it back
Uh, Detective Reckard?
The possum stands bolt upright smacking their horns off of the car’s door frame
You should probably be wearing gloves
Rubs the spot on her head where the horns connect
The other guy is annoyed
Did you- hear me, detective?
Pockets her own phone
I think I have just about all I need anyway-
Is there a reason uh, the detective’s bike doesn’t have a license plate.
Detective justice looks over
Standing near her motorcycle
It’s- a motorcycle. I don’t need a license.
Cop 1’s head snaps around
Glares at her
No, you super d-
Is that paint on your jacket?
Are you wearing sweatpants?
It’s- if you- I gave that guy my badge, so-
Dude shakes his head
ANGEL, JIG IS UP
Ratty drops this dumb little character
Shoulder check’s the nearest cop
Grabs his gun
Pulls the slide release catch and scatters both halves of the gun.
One slides under the foot of cop 2, tripping him as he starts towards the possum.
Cop 3 draws and fires in a single motion
FUCK dude that FUCKING HURT
Whips out baton
Slams him against a cop car, knocking him out.
Should I start-
Start it but don’t execute yet.
1 and 2 grab Ratty from behind, freeing 3.
Pin her against the car.
Nobody seemed to notice as the slug fell from her chest onto the roof of the car.
Freedom of the press! Freedom of the press!
Social distancing! I’m infected!
Shut the fuck up. Look at the scanner.
I’m wounded! You gotta-
Augh! You gotta get me to a hospital.
Stares, grinning into Angelcorp logo at the centre of the t-shaped deep face scanner
A half-mile away, 40 college st, Eleanor Sloth-Bunny Jr. glared intently at the screen of a crummy little scraptop
Hot enough in the centre of a column of servers to have to actually use her body to keep her body up
Thankful that her job before death consisted mainly of core workouts.
And for a few minutes after she heard the scanner click, she held her breath.
A quick blink
She selected the changed file, set it to decrypt
Slotted the scraptop into a little free space
Got it, Ratty.
A few moments and the TOPS file on Ratty Vermington populated the screen.
A few after that, the program spread to her known associates
Are you okay to get out?
I’m a little stuck, actually
Looks up at the access hatch
I’m not sure how I’m going to make it back up
Could you- ow, fuck. Hold on.
Ratty makes herself as tall as possible as not to be pushed into the back of a cop car
I think it’s time, Angel.
Her bike’s little engine roars to life
Speeds up to the open door
Stops hard, pops up on one wheel
Spins and puts a barrier between her and the cops
Pleasure working with you
Straddling the bike backwards as it tears off with her on it.
Turns a corner
Goes out of sight
Alright, angel, check this out
Goes to stand up on the seat
A vivid flash of the future if she continues down this path
Having failed a jump through her handcuffs
smearing her face across the pink letters of “DEFUND THE POLICE”
the only time Hanratty Ishmael Vermington and Hanratty Ishmael Vermington had been in the same place.
Sitting in a police station with Road burn all up her face
Never mind, actually
Starts to pick the simple lock.
I need a-
Sirens roar around the corner behind her
Find me a long alley where I can change out of sight
Bashful, are we?
When did you turn into a night rider car, stop having a sense of humour.
Back at T35
Watching over a crowd of angry people
Jamming what drones she can see from her window
Barely any processing power dedicated to chauffeuring Ratty
Angel enjoyed fucking with the police department
It took a hot minute to figure out what she could enjoy from her glass tower
But this was one of them
Would you like that to line up with Sett’s march?
That would actually be fantastic.
It took a half-second to reroute Ratty
As she watched an absolutely feral little goat
Dressed in a perfect image of the 2020 enchanted forest Winners catalogue save for the smear of facial-recognition scrambling face paint across their eyes.
Swinging their banjo like a weapon to break up a police corral
Something popped up at police headquarters
I- could also use an escape route
Cant you just like, go ghost and slip underground
Okay, first of all, the entire time I have known you you’ve used your shit one time.
I don’t see why that’s relevant
I wouldn’t argue it, Eleanor
Second, way too hot.
Third, I would have to leave the laptop
Stared up from the spot they had fallen to
A simple virus but most effective
Ratty’s face- everyone’s face in fact - would be recognized the next time they walked in front of a traffic camera. Her file would be recovered from that
It was no good just to delete it
Instead, Eleanor’s first big project - with Steph’s guidance - was to make something that false flagged every face in the database as Ratty Vermington’s...
I might have to leave the laptop anyway
Did you fall
Shut the fuck up
Did you, though?
Can you just get out of sight so my thing can work?
I’m working on it.
Eleanor, have you tried climbing?
Shut the fuck up, Angel.
I need suggestions
Whats up, sett
Cop trying to disperse the med tent
Sett is in a tent
Tending to someone
This is an illegal gathering
You can take him.
Sett looks down at their patient
Hows the pain?
Good, give me a moment
Crosses to the door
Pokey frantically trying to explain
Sett steps in
This is a place of healing
You have no right to be here
This is an unlawful gathering.
Leaves the tent
More people than pigs
Goes back into the tent
Pokey still arguing
Cop pops the top on his spray
Sett jumps in to catch it before his fingers get a good hold
Jams their arm over his shoulder, empty’s the canister into his visor
Strip his gear, lead him out, tie him to a lamppost
Make sure he keeps breathing.
Stripped of gear and uniform
Tosses it into the medical waste bag
Except for the shield, gun, baton
Goes to light a cig
Remembers they're in a medical tent
Gets a look from pokey
Its okay. Take a walk. We can hold it down here.
Thank you pokey
Kisses the top of the lizard's head
Angel on the radio
I thought you might want to know, ratty will be joining the crowd in moments.
Uh ratty keeps going
Changes into her little anarchist jacket in an alleyway
Stuffs her ‘professional’ coat into a saddlebag
We are good. You have not been seen.
Bike kicks her off into a crowd of people
Keeps her head down
Too many people
Ratty’s beautiful goat wife
Immediately lifted spirits
Are you doing okay, hun?
Fern steps forward to offer the possum a mask
Describe the mask as cool
She puts it on
Stands up into Sett’s arms
I’m okay, I think.
Did that one see me?
Everyone sees you, ratty
Fern steps up
I keep telling you not to dress like that for a riot
I meant that
Points at a security drone
I got it.
Pulls it down
Fern takes off running to catch it
Good, march is almost over. We can break off at any time
Slapped on the back
God Prisha was getting tall
We’re almost done
We’re gonna stop at 40 college and then we can take the subway home from there
Then you can go back to arguing with class-splitters on Twitter
Okay well, that shit is real, and maybe remember which one of us has media training
I got a lead on-
Started yelling again
That was okay
Being next to them made ratty feel safe
And so she stripped her jacket
Down to the black thermal underneath
Tucked it safely in her backpack
4.1 / 5
(based on 13 postings)
Professor of Humanities at Multiple Schools
Posted: Jan 6, 2018
Fee is great! You can tell she's clearly passionate about the subject matter and really wants her students to be too. She had to cancel class a few times, but I'm not complaining. Don't buy the textbook, she has copies she'll loan you.
Posted: April 20, 2018
Lectures frequently go long. Will sometimes spend the entire class on a tangent. Very scatterbrained, but easy grader.
Posted: Dec 12, 2019
Had her for mysticism and the modern world. Cool course, but it got intense sometimes. Once she came in covered in blood, tracked it through the classroom, and then passed out on the carpet (still bleeding). I like Fee, but I'm not planning on taking any of her other courses if I can help it.
Posted: April 4, 2020
I posted here before after taking Fehlender Jones’ Intro to World Religions, took her Mysticism and the Modern World because I enjoyed it so much. She tried to kill herself in the middle of the semester, her passion is gone, I feel bad saying it, but I don't think I would take another class with Fehlender.
Posted April 7, 2020
She used to be a Lenscrafters model. She GLARES at anyone who interrupts. Deep black eyes. Fucking scary.
Danny phantom twilight sparkle vibes
Sett goes door knocking
Surprised to see her after she straight up got poofed from her car
Newly installed door chain
"Wh, what do you want? I'm- I'm busy."
"We were wondering if we could talk about the car accident you just got in?"
"No, i need to- i should get back to my research."
Sett jams her boot in the door.
"We understand. You've just been through a traumatic experience. I just want to help-"
“It’s just Fee, just call me Fee.”
"What’re you studying?"
"Old, religious texts..."
"I'm uh, I study history."
"Our wife studies history, actually." Didn't bother to mention that it was contemporary history. That didn't really matter.
I’m uh- a doctor.
"I- everything is all wrong. My home is all wrong, the- the- the books in the complete wrong order, my books. I- I'm not from here. I just want to get home."
“Is there someone else-”
“no, I’m sorry, verbal tick.”
"Listen, you were on your way here when you crashed." Hands business card "that also happens to be the building I work in. Stop by sometime... we have an extensive library of uh... old religious texts..."
"Might be able to help you out."
Turns to leave
Would you come in, please.
Of course, thank you Doctor Jones.
Follows the neurotic doctor
Breaks off into their kitchen as they sit down in the middle of a pile of research
Puts the kettle on
Takes a tea bag from a little wooden box on the counter
What's your working theory?
I- god, I don't know
Pulls an old book closer
This morning, I woke up in the- that cement area right next to the entrance of Tour CN.
And i was naked, and i ran home, and-
What day was it yesterday?
Friday, December 1st, 2020.
It could be. How do you take your tea?
Heavy cream, two sugars, thank you.
Opens the fridge
Caused by what, do you think?
There's been some interplanear meddling that's disrupted the flow of time lately.
I would think someone in your area of study would have noticed.
I keep close track
Stands up crosses to their shelf
Runs along it for a binder
Picks it up
Once a week I-
Sett hands Fee a tea
They sip it
I'm sorry, you didn't have any cream.
Do you mind if I take a copy of these, they're very well kept
They're, they're not mine.
No, I thought not.
Do you, have a theory?
I would say i have the start of one.
It's possible that you've experienced a severe enough displacement for you to have shifted between timelines.
Is it fixable?
If it is, you're looking at the only person on earth who could fix it.
Well, good. I'll gather up the uh, pertinent documents and, uh, you can take me back to your library.
And perhaps we can set this right by the end of the day.
When was the last time you slept, Fehlender?
I- I mentioned this morning
What time was that
I don't know, before sunrise?
Its getting very late.
If at all possible, I'd like to ask you to get some rest first.
I will still be there tomorrow morning.
You're right. That- that's a good idea, I think.
You have my card, enjoy the tea.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Ratty’s voice called over the sound of cooking
Sett hangs up their coat
Glides into the kitchen with their eyes closed
Presses up against ratty
How was Fee?
A little tiring
Can you, not now, help me find that book on chaos theory?
The good one.
What’s for dinner?
Grill cheese and tomato soup
Go lie down, ill bring it over
Lies down on the couch
Kicks their boots off
Wiggles their hoof in the air
I know exactly what ur doing
You gotta come rub my hooves
Nope. I’m cooking.
You’re no fun.
Shoved them into the couch cushions
Comfy comfy comfy
When’s you and Eleanor's anniversary?
On the 11th?
Oh yeah. Big plans.
Ratty sets down a grill cheese
Slips under sett’s hooves
Flicks on some background noise music on her phone
Takes a bite
So good. Like fancy grill cheese that fancy people make.
Okay, I’m not saying anything, but you would have plenty of time to recover before friday.
Oh my GOD! You’re pathetic.
Blows a raspberry into sett’s tummy.
Wait until i’ve at least swallowed my gross cheese breath.
I love you.
I love you too.
Through a mouthful of food.