FYS: The Quisling's Tale, Part Five
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jeriendhalNot much here, but it's been so damned long since I've been able to come up with anything for this story that I figured I ought to post even the little bit I've written tonight.
“Why else? If this was a Kill All the Humans sort of situation, you'd think they'd have gotten on with it already,” she pointed out.
“Maybe they want us for slave labor,” Xavier said.
“That doesn't make any sense. Robots can do almost everything more efficiently than we humans can, except creative arts.”
“Well, they want something out of us.” Xavier shook his head, leaning his seat back and closing his ees, evidently not wanting to continue the argument. Which was fine by Anna. She tapped her fingers on her knee as the bus continued its journey, stopping at several more stores to pick up more employees, most from grocery stores or pharmacies, or other places vital to modern life.
Once the bus was full it sped up, heading to an exit and onto the highway. Or at least that was Anna's guess, figuring that if the robots had been taking all of this care before, they wouldn't zooming around the streets of downtown at these speeds. After about a half hour's journey it turned off the highway, slowing down to almost a crawl. The bus's undercarriage abruptly tilted upward, then leveled out, the outside sounds now echoing slight, as if they'd entered a tunnel.
“Are we in the Söderledstunneln?” she asked out loud, as Xavier stirred himself. That was the closest automobile tunnel to Stockholm, though if she was forced to guess, she didn't think they'd been traveling in the right direction.
“Doesn't sound right,” he replied. “Anyway, we tilted up, not down.”
More noises outside, like heavy chains clanking and being secured in place. “Maybe we're on a train,” she said. “Being moved somewhere.”
“I think you're right,” Xavier said.
But she wasn't, as it turned out. The entertainment screens mounted on the back of their bus seats all flickered to life, and began running through a canned safety spiel, instructing them on the best way to evacuate the bus and, as it turned out, the cargo plane it was now secured inside. As the spiel ended the massive engines of the plane began spooling up, and in a moment it was rushing down a runway and into the air.
Destination unknown.
“Why else? If this was a Kill All the Humans sort of situation, you'd think they'd have gotten on with it already,” she pointed out.
“Maybe they want us for slave labor,” Xavier said.
“That doesn't make any sense. Robots can do almost everything more efficiently than we humans can, except creative arts.”
“Well, they want something out of us.” Xavier shook his head, leaning his seat back and closing his ees, evidently not wanting to continue the argument. Which was fine by Anna. She tapped her fingers on her knee as the bus continued its journey, stopping at several more stores to pick up more employees, most from grocery stores or pharmacies, or other places vital to modern life.
Once the bus was full it sped up, heading to an exit and onto the highway. Or at least that was Anna's guess, figuring that if the robots had been taking all of this care before, they wouldn't zooming around the streets of downtown at these speeds. After about a half hour's journey it turned off the highway, slowing down to almost a crawl. The bus's undercarriage abruptly tilted upward, then leveled out, the outside sounds now echoing slight, as if they'd entered a tunnel.
“Are we in the Söderledstunneln?” she asked out loud, as Xavier stirred himself. That was the closest automobile tunnel to Stockholm, though if she was forced to guess, she didn't think they'd been traveling in the right direction.
“Doesn't sound right,” he replied. “Anyway, we tilted up, not down.”
More noises outside, like heavy chains clanking and being secured in place. “Maybe we're on a train,” she said. “Being moved somewhere.”
“I think you're right,” Xavier said.
But she wasn't, as it turned out. The entertainment screens mounted on the back of their bus seats all flickered to life, and began running through a canned safety spiel, instructing them on the best way to evacuate the bus and, as it turned out, the cargo plane it was now secured inside. As the spiel ended the massive engines of the plane began spooling up, and in a moment it was rushing down a runway and into the air.
Destination unknown.
