“Escape....escape
to where?”
“Through knowledge comes freedom to
escape.”
“What knowledge, and what price
freedom?”
“If I knew where I was escaping from,
I might calculate where I was escaping to!”
“Escape...how, do you know what’s out
there?”
“No.”
“A wasteland that’s what, there’s
nothing between here and the mountains, nothing for hundreds and hundreds of
miles, in all directions.”
“But there is a road, and roads lead
to places, stands to reason.”
“Reason, what reason is there here?”
“More the reason for escape, you are
a taxi driver!”
“Me?”
“Yes you.”
“Look man I’m only the local service,
I make local destinations.”
“Good, then you can drop me off at
the village shop, while you fill the taxi with gasoline.”
“What do you want to go to the
village shop for?”
“Provisions!”
“Okay mister I think this has gone far
enough, if 2 finds out what we’re doing he’ll take my license away from me, and
he’ll do worse.”
“No.”
“No, what do you mean no?”
“You won’t be here, now drive!”
No.232 drove his taxi around the
village until he was flagged down by a man standing on a street corner.
“Where to mister?”
“Take me to the nearest town” No.37
said climbing into the back of the taxi.
“I’m only the local service.”
“Alright then, take me as far as you
can!”
The taxi driver took the main drag through
town, then took a left at Conway and Brewster, a right at 54the street, and
then he floored the accelerator out of town following the road out into the
wasteland. This had not gone unnoticed by the Observers.
The taxi travelled the road which
stretched out for mile after mile. Driver and passenger took turns to drive
through both day and night in the heat of the wasteland. Then......brakes were
applied, the tyres squealed, rubber burned, the taxi fishtailed and finally the
taxi came to a stop, they had run out of road!
232 and 37 got out of the taxi, the
road had come to the end at the edge of a plateau, and below the wasteland
stretched out as far as the eye could see. 37 turned to look back from where
they had come it was implausible to think they would have to go back to the
city, then he saw a small cloud of dust.
“The Guardian!”
In the control room 2 and the
supervisor watched via a camera mounted on a drone.
“That’s a mile and a half mile drop”
said the supervisor.
“What are you telling me?” 2 asked
“that it’s going to hurt when they hit the ground!”
“I can’t go back” 232 said.
“Neither can I, I’ve an appointment
at the clinic I have no wish to keep” 32 said.
“We could just sit it out in the
taxi” 232 suggested.
“For how long, they would simply send
a team of guardians.”
The two men looked at each other,
both realizing there was only one way out. They were about to get back into the
taxi when the drone hovered just above them.
“Do not do it” the voice of 2 said
“that’s not the way.”
They stared up at the drone, saw the
dust cloud was getting ever closer, the got back into the taxi, the vehicle
reversed back along the road. The drone descended and hovered in front of the
blue and cream coloured car. 323 engaged first gear and floored the accelerator
and the taxi shot forward, the drone rose high into the air avoiding being
destroyed in the collision. The taxi travelled at speed along the short piece
of road, but then the wheels lost contact with the ground.
Be
seeing you
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