Dear reader, whomever you are, thank you for stopping by. For my blog today I wanted to tease your imagination away from whatever you are doing to a place in the (perhaps) not too distant future. Even with the technological improvements, will we remain basically the same?
Fasten your Retention Belts!
The blaring sirens finally overtook the sound of the Bee Gees wail-thumping out her two inch speakers hidden throughout the jet car. Slowly her eyes moved from the mesmerizing dash-monitor to the mirrored image of a bright red ball spinning on top of a grey-blue police car crawling up her quad after-burners. She flipped the switch for the break-down beacon, moved off the Skyway and gingerly brought the machine to a stop. The engine went silent. She sighed. This machine is fantastic.
She checked herself in the rear view. Not a strand of her wavy red hair was out of place. Her pink lipstick was the same shade as her tinted glasses. She hit the window retractor button as the officer approached and the window shot out of sight.
“Miss, do you have any idea how fast you were going?” He sighed as he rolled his blue eyes skyward. Hmm. Tall. Wavy brown hair and gorgeous eyes!
“Uh…my accele-reader was maxed so I’m not really sure. Something over 1,000 I guess.”
“HQ clocked you at 1,100.”
She responded mockingly “Really? I don’t know how that could have happened? I just got this thing and I’m still getting used to it. Do you know what time it is?” He looked like he worked out, but probably not a good dancer. So many men, so few good dancers.
“I don’t have my chrono with me, but it’s late. What are you doing out here? Don’t you realize where you are?” His glare was a turnoff.
After a moment he asked “Do you have the registration for this thing?” She turned back and saw light shafts from his video-scanner going over the passenger areas. “Sure do, just a second.” She slid out the junk receptor and rummaged through it.
All of a sudden, her eyes saw something that shouldn’t have been there, something important. A two square inch micro-chip, not her color, was clipped to the back of the receptor. She moved her hand to cover it but was too late. His video-scanner flashed, telling her it had been read.
After a few more minutes of rummaging through electronics in a frantic search for the registration, she stopped, gave out a sigh and sat back. “I’m sorry. I can’t find it.” What a bummer this night is turning out to be.
“You’re going to have to follow me downtown.” He said with a smile that gave her heartburn.
“What? Why? What have I done?” She hissed. “Just because I don’t have some overpriced tax-circuitry from the government. Who cares when you’ve got all the rest?”
“That’s not the reason,” he said with the smile still in place. “You have to come downtown because this is not your jet car. My scanner just id’d this vehicle as your sisters’. She called us an hour ago so we’ve been looking for you. Now are you going to come along quietly?”
He got back in his squad car and pulled ahead of her. Seconds later a blue tractor beam snaked out his tail lights bank and encircled her car.
She followed the police car fingers drumming time on the shiny steering wheel to some waltz from the last millennium squawking out the Skyway’s speakers. How boring