Hello class, Today I will show you a short story I wrote that is not related to CM at all. I know this is a CM-related forum, but I wanted to show it off somewhere. (It’s a cyberpunk noir-style story.) Please read it
It was a lonely day. I was walking from work, alone as usual. I work in a Detective agency, closely related to Google, but that’s besides the point… The rain did not help the fact that i was already in despair. I stopped by a nearby Vending Machine to grab a drink, as i have not drank anything today. I came up to the door of my apartment, the only place i feel safe, its my Zone… my Space… all for me…
As i entered my apartment, i realised how much of a Smelly, old, Hippie i am. Constantly smoking, and sleeping on my desk trying to solve a case that i have been on for over a year now. God how i was so stupid. The answer was right there and i just… didn’t know it…
At least my apartment view was good. All i saw outside was beautiful Cyber Spire… looming over me. It gave me hope, that maybe some day, ill be able to watch the city from the top.
Suddenly, i hear a knock on the door. I assume its just some random guy but i opened the door anyway. There was a man standing infront of my rusty, metal door. He was dressed like a mail carrier, maybe because he was one. "Is this apartment number 3124? He asks with desperation in his voice. “Yes, yes it is.” I confirm, as it was indeed my apartment number. “Got a package for a guy named… Ro- wait are you sure its 3124?” He asks again, this time with confidence. I reply again “Yes, my name is Roger.” He clearly didn’t trust me, Just seemed like the nervous type, or he was a spy, which was more likely. he was looking around, franticly, not knowing what to do, which was odd. “Whats your name? Delivery boy?” i ask, as i was skeptical that he was actually a delivery person. “Me? Hey, i don’t give 0 personal questions to you, why are you asking me?” He knew i was onto him.
I pulled out my steel point bullet, and loaded it into my handgun. Now holding him at gunpoint, i asked again. “Who are you.” He mutters something, but i cant quite hear it. “Activation code- Black… Dragon… 813” I quickly put the gun up to his head, and tell him to stop talking.
“Sorry sir, but my ex… I mean 31st overlord wanted you to have this.” He handed me a small package with my name on it. “My name is Harry. Nice to meet you.” I lowered my gun, completely shocked and confused.
“I specialize in mystical creatures, like Griffs and 52 others.” I raised my eyebrow at this discovery. I have never seen a mystical creature in my life, or i didn’t until very recently. “You got a radio in your ear?” i ask, as i knew he was talking to himself, or someone in his ear. “You are very clever sir, i must admit” He says while pulling out an earpiece. “We’re from the 'Super omega rain controling company, and im here to collect feedback from your experience so far.” I took a step back, very confused. Why would a rain company collect mystical creatures?
After a while of explaining, i finally understood everything. “Now, I wont waste any more of your time, mr. V. This conversation has been rather… boring” he suddenly says slowly turning around. “Okay.” I respond nonchalantly, still flabergasted by the situation unfolding infront of me.
“Word of advice though,” he says in a deep voice.
"Luscao Biolock Nessiependragon…"
thank you for reading
