“You have a call. Respond?”
I rarely got calls these days. Since QuantumInternet came out, and we had brain computers we could put in our brains, calls were rendered obsolete. After all, who would take the time to dial a number and wait a long time for someone else to respond? I decided to answer my phone anyways.
“Hi, I’m Everett Donald. You’re Casey McDonnell, right?” Everett Donald said.
“Yeah. You know about the infection, right?” I responded.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m calling you. The internet is throwing fireballs at me now.”
“My GPS said that you were a third of a mile from me, and I’m far away from downtown.”
“Casey, the internet has taken over the buildings, and now the buildings can walk.”
“Okay, I’ll find you.”
I hung up, and looked behind me. Everett was right. The internet did control the buildings.
I ran once again a third of a mile, which now felt like nothing. I found Everett, breathing hard.
“Everett, I found you. Why are you breathing hard?” I said.
“CASEY, YOU NEED TO LISTEN. I THINK I’M GONNA GET INFECTED. HELP ME!” Everett yelled.
“Come on, we need to run as far and fast as possible.” I calmly said.
“Casey, I can’t-“ said an exhausted Everett, who was cut off by me.
“Let’s roll!” I ended.
