The Next Generation.

II

Alexandria felt relieved knowing that she was able to go to the bathroom without anything to worry about. It took her a few minutes longer than usual since she had been storing her urges for hours while sleeping. It was an emergency. She never went so long without using the bathroom.

She washed her hands and stepped out of the tiled bathroom, and there was an automatic paper towel dispenser. The frame had a touch screen sensor with a screen built into it and it would generate the amount of paper towel that you'd want. Or you could tap in what kind of material that you'd like, but you'd have to pay for that with the credits that you have.

"Wonder where the time went?" Alexandria mumbled to herself as she balled up her paper towel and tossed it down a chute that was then sucked up by a pipe. Even the garbage men don't have to take care of their garbage in this world.

Alexandria headed back into the lobby of the gas station. Where they were selling all sorts of candy, and other  foods and drinks. Her mom was standing by the donut section, and was carefully inspecting the donuts while she was doing that Alexandria walked up to her.

"Found any good ones?" Alexandria asked with a smile and pointed out a box. The box had some hard to read font on it, but Ms. Ferris knew what it was.

"Boulés." Her mom said and picked up two boxes. "Sweetheart wanna get you and me some coffee for the two of us. I just like straight black. You can add some espresso to the both of them."

"Sure, mom I can do that." She said and started to walk over to the counter that housed the coffee. Almost everything was digital, and generated automatically. However, as the 17 year old girl was walking over. The screen on the side of the gas station was flickering inside the building, and she looked at it. Thought it was a screen issue, but something was telling her that this was wrong. Something was wrong. Her hand was tingling as she was getting the coffee.

During this short period, a van pulls into the parking lot, playing loud pop/punk music. However, it was quickly turned down, and whoever was in the van had turned down the music. The front windshield was harder to see through since the shade was quite dark.

Figures piled out of the van, and there were at least four of them that had walked out. However, the total amount was unknown. Two of them carried rifles of some sort. They aimed them towards the building and each pulled the trigger. There was a psionic wave that was strong enough that caused the strong and thick glass to burst. The electronics went down, and Alexandria ducked as glass came flying at her. Everyone else inside the building ducked and took cover. The power was down, and the electric pulse stalled the backup power too.

The four figures stepped inside the two strapped their pulse rifles on their backs and switched to small pistols. The other two pointed a finger at one of the guys behind the counter and an invisible force was lifting the man up from behind the counter, and everyone was freaking out. They couldn't leave from the front. If they left the building they could shot at if they decided to go out the back. They could have more people waiting at the back to. Alexandria went to her mother they both grabbed each other tightly and ducked behind an isle. Her mother was pulling out a small hand gun that she had in her purse.

"You've had one?" Alexandria whispered with shock as the screams continued.

"Everyone calm down! Stop screaming, please!" One of the thugs said. It sounded like a male, but he was wearing one of those ski masks like normal thugs usually where, and dark clothes. The other thugs were wearing similar ones, but two of them were girls from the looks of it, and the other two of them were men. The first man that spoke, his words were very orderly, and demanding even.

"Boss, you want us to round them up?" The other man said.

"Yeah, go ahead Snakes." The leader said. He could be smiling, but it was difficult to tell behind a ski mask. The other three had split up, and moans and cries followed as people were grabbed and taken to the front.