Going Nowhere

Hijacked

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Excuse the mistakes

This is my first and only attempt at science fiction

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DESCRIPTION:

It is 2500, and the world as we know it has changed. After the Great Rebellion, the government started to implant computer chips into the brains of the population in order to control them. People have no idea of their history, which is exactly what the government wants.

Evelyn Scott lives in this world, and in the middle of a seemingly normal day, everything changes. There are rebel forces out of reach of the government, and in a test, they end up hijacking Evelyn's chip and programming it so that she has free thought.

As everything she has known is thrown out the window, Evelyn must learn to think for herself. Does Evelyn join the rebels, even though they ripped her from her life, or does she return home?

Will she even have a choice?

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The city street is bustling, the mass of people moving in sync along the sides of the road. The cars on the street are quiet; there is no road rage, no honking of their useless horns. It seems perfect, this world. People are calm and without conflict. The sun shines brightly and the birds sing sweet songs in the trees.

However, with a closer look, you can see the blank stares on people's faces. Their eyes stare straight ahead, and the smiles on their lips are wooden. Barely a word is spoken between them, and the sounds in the air come from a government message playing on the screens plastered on buildings.

A man sits on the top of one of such buildings, gazing down at the crowd below through a pair of binoculars. When he removes them from his eyes, there is life in the dark hazel irises, showing that he is unlike the crowd below.

A teenage girl suddenly pulls herself onto the roof of the building and walks over to the man. She sits down and pulls a laptop out of the backpack strapped to her back. As the computer turns on, the man says, "Will it work?"

"I think so," the girl replies, typing in a password. "It's responded well to the tests, so I'm confident."

"Good," the man stated, returning the binoculars to his eyes. The girl brushes her jet black hair out of her eyes and types in a series of codes onto a black screen, the green characters lighting up her face. Then, she hits the enter button and a pop up appears on the screen.

"I'm ready when you are, Pops," the girl says, smiling at her work.

"Okay," replied the man, his lips pursing at the cheery attitude of the girl, "Go."

The girl clicks on the pop up, and leans back as the codes flash to white. The man creeps closer to the edge of the building, seemingly holding his breath. He waits, the binoculars scanning over the crowd. After a few minutes, he groans and sits back.

"It didn't work," he states, running a hand through his hair. The man hands the binoculars to the girl and drops his head into his hands. Disappointment is evident in her features as she raises the binoculars to her own eyes.

"Wait!" She cries suddenly, pointing out to the crowd. The man's head snaps to where the girl is pointing, and she hands him the binoculars. He hurriedly glances through them and his jaw drops open.

A girl is leaning against the wall of the building across the street. Her face looks pained, and her hand is pressed to the base of her head, underneath her pale, blonde hair. When the girl opens her eyes, there is a light in them, and the man smiles.

"Why didn't it work for everyone?" the girl whispers, crouching in front of the computer screen. "I really thought it would work for more than just one person this time."

"I don't know," the man replies, "But, what I do know is that we need to remove her before the GES finds her. It won't take long for her to pop up on their radar, and we both know the consequences."

The girl nods seriously and pulls a small, glass-looking square boarded with metal brackets out of her back pocket. She taps a pattern onto the face of the square, and suddenly it comes alive with a burst of color. The girl touches the screen one more time and then presses it to her ear, her lip bit with a sense of urgency.

After a moment she lets out a sigh of relief and starts speaking quickly and quietly, while simultaneously typing on her computer. "Christian, we need you to find someone and bring her in," the girl says urgently, and she pauses for a second as a muffled voice talks back to her through the phone. "I'll send you her information, but you need to work quickly. It's only a matter of time before the GES is aware of her."

A few moments later, the girl shuts off her phone and slips it back into her pocket. "Well?" the man asks, not moving his eyes from the binoculars, "What did he say?"

"She'll be extracted and brought to the Underground by tonight," the girl states, her fingers flying against the keyboard of her laptop. She clicks the track pad once, and then shuts the laptop. "We should get going before some of the cameras pick us up."

"You're right," the man replies, and he folds up the binoculars and hands them to the girl, who shoved them into her backpack along with the laptop. After sharing a look with the man, the girl turns and hops down off of the roof and onto a fire escape below.

The man pauses, and glances back down on the street. The blonde girl is looking around bewilderedly, and she looks somewhat scared. The man sighs and rubs the back of his neck in frustration before turning and following the girl, his daughter, off of the roof.

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