2038: The Rise Of The Rebels

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The clouds and raindrops forcefully darkened the crowded streets. The cold air froze the poverty that some children played with hailstones. Some were putting fires as to the contrary, the police just bashed them off that most ran away to the corner of the old burnt slums. Furthermore, the 'rich' people were using umbrellas by touching their cellphones that the strong holographic area held the rain and threw it to the highly sensor made sewage below the footpath.

On the other hand, the detectives were working on their own investigations in their cabins. It was of a crowded sound, disorganized because of half-broken computers, stale, unnecessary pages, unclean wooden tables and broken AC. One of them was isolated from his peers. His hair waved as a typical hero and has few beards. Furthermore, he was wearing a brown trench coat with a blue shirt inside. He was staring at a picture of a family where a tall, bearded man was holding his ski board in the sandy beach and wore his sleeveless stripped red and yellow colored beach wear, while two of the bare top children were wet and smiling with a tall, fair woman stood close as a family.

He felt saddened by looking at the pictures and was even thought of the mysterious circumstances that were behind the picture. As quick as the rain dropped, the old, flying cars were patrolling around the streets. On the contrary, the emotion of the people still lives on but cannot be expressed due to the corrupted nature of the 'cleanliest town of the world' while in reality, the city was an utter waste in the inside.

"Mr. Karim" said an old-powerful man, looking at the trench-coated Karim.

"Yes, Commissioner Rehman, sir" stammered Karim.

"You have been here for years and still acting like a new kid in town? Why? You are one of our best man, and acting like an isolated kid? Why's that?" said the old powerful man, Rehman.

"Sir, this office is been a worse state for 15 years and I cannot do it properly. Till then, there are no actual cases other than the small, domestic crimes that you have assigned me to do! Is that my fault?" asked Karim.

"I understand, son. It's government's orders. I cannot change that. But I got something for you, come to my cabin! Come with me" said Rehman softly.

Karim was shocked with astonishment. He stood up from his desk chair and followed Rehman to his cabin. His colleagues looked at them with a surprising shock. On the other hand, Rehman hardly calls his officers to his personal cabin unless necessary, as contrary to Karim's case, it was special. After Karim entered the room, he looked at the surroundings of the cabin. It had the pictures of the flags of every country with a blue velvet wallpaper. The table was wooden where it had books, and golden globe at the corner.

Commissioner Rehman grinned while Karim was quite nervous, despite his stoned personality in his various missions. Rehman took a box out from the internal desk from his table. It was kind of the shoebox that used to be sold in the 90s to 2010s. Now, the shoes were sold with plastic bags or metal boxes because some of them were electronic while between the events, the animals were injected with chemicals and turned them into metals. Kids even forgot the reality of it.

Commissioner Rehman offered Karim with the box.

"Take it out" cheerfully said Rehman.

Karim slowly pulled the box. He curiously opened the box. For what had he saw inside it, was not prepared for it. It was the old model touchscreen phone.

"A Touchscreen phone?" exclaimed Karim.

"Just access inside the video file!" commanded Rehman.

Karim touched 'the video button'. The video started to open. It was filled with the post-mortem sets. The man in the video with his French beard and even shorter plus spiky hair just arrived at the scene with his staggering feet. The footage was running by seconds.