He awoke groggily, groaning softly as he came to. There was a persistent buzz, an annoying tone that shook him from his sleep with a jolt. He swung a sleepy arm at the alarm clock, catching it and knocking it from the table. The buzz continued, louder than before.
"Inspector Queenson, you are receiving a phone call." Sentinel informed. "Alyssa is calling you. It appears to be important."
"Guh... better be..." he yawned, sitting up. "What time is it...?"
"It is four o'clock in the morning." Sentinel replied. Queenson groaned.
"Fine, accept it." he grumbled, sitting up. The call clicked, and Alyssa's panicked voice came through.
"Queenson, we've got trouble!" She sounded panicked. Sirens filled the air as Alyssa's panic stirred him a little.
"What is it?"
"Another murder! Same conditions as the first! We're on our way now!"
"Where?" He walked over to the discarded coat, throwing it on.
"This is the worst bit... it's at my gene clinic. It was Doctor Barb, one of the leading researchers of gene editing."
"Shit... sorry." Queenson frowned. "Rex, sorry, I've gotta head out early." Rex whined but approached its master, nuzzling his hand briefly. "You look after yourself today, alright?"
"You're talking to the dogbot again, aren't you?" Alyssa said. She was smiling a bittersweet smile.
"So? You talk to your synfish."
"They make good voice memo recorders, alright? Helps me focus."
"Speaking of focus." Queenson chided. "Sentinel, change communication to wrist aide."
"Confirmed." The house grew quiet as he left, closing the door.
"Take me to Crisp Hospital, stat." he commanded.
"I'll see you there." Alyssa acknowledged, terminating the call. Queenson sighed.
"What the hell is happening in this goddamn colony...?"
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10 Minute Tales
General FictionThe result of a New Year's Resolution, I have decided to write for at least 10 minutes a day. This is the result of that effort! Note that I first uploaded to Tumblr, so while I did start this on Jan 1, the earliest this e-book will show is Jan 19.
