Post apocalyptic experimentation


This is something I have wanted to try for a very long time. Please let me know whether it is any good or not.
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The piercing alarm jolted me awake, and I groaned to myself as I rolled out of bed. “Good morning house, what time is it?”
“Good morning, Ava. It is currently 5:30 AM and you are due to start work in one hour. Should I put the daylight lights on?”
“Level IV sunlight, please.” As the room was flooded with false daylight, I groaned again and rubbed my eyes. “Level I sunlight, please.” In the dim light, it was much easier to gather my bearings. I padded towards the small bathroom and set about preparing myself for the day.
Being able to change the brightness of the sun was probably the only convenient thing about living underground. We had all been forced underground during the great war that had occurred during the 2020’s. Well, we had in England anyway, there was no telling what the rest of the world was doing. The year now was 2080, and we had and a great job of adapting to life underground. We had sorted out artificial sunlight at the same time we managed to bring ourselves electricity. Artificial intelligence was something that already existed when we moved under the earth, and we discovered this was easy to replicate as soon as we figured out the electricity. Unfortunately, we had never managed to reconnect to the Internet as a worldwide phenomenon, and so we have lost touch with the rest of the world. Scientists promised that the day would come when this happened, but nobody cared about that anymore. It was like we had we evolved again as a species able to manage human connections and conversations.
I was part of the London group, and we had managed to rebuild the city below the earth. There was no longer a government as simple things such as televisions no longer existed. Each town in England (and we knew there were many) policed themselves. We all communicated through various means, but there was no longer anyway central government to work. Life seems so much better than everything we had learnt in history books.
Finally, I was prepared to put the level back up in lighting due to being fully awake. As the house complied, I was putting on my work outfit. Similarly dressed in a casual dark suit I was ready to go into the office for the day. It was quite funny. The world may well have ended, but we still found we had to work to pay bills.
“Ava, my signal is being tampered with and…” The female voice (that all artificial intelligence devices seem to have) died away and left me in total silence. At least the lights stayed on was my only thought before I started to look around to see what was wrong.
Then I realised that I was not alone in the room. Not exactly, anyway. I turned round to look at a light blue hologram of somebody that I had not thought about know very long time. Somebody who had hurt me to the very core. I folded my arms in a defensive posture; “Matthew.”
He looked up at me and blinked in shock. “Ava? There must be something wrong with this projection device because I do not want to disturb you with this. Unfortunately, I am only going to get one try and making this plea, so I am going to have to do it to you. I have very sorry.” There was a long pause as if he was contemplating what he was going to say. “I was working above the ground when we were ambushed by one of the overhead tribes. We desperately need somebody’s help. Please, can you make the military aware of our situation about Westminster grid two.”
Like everybody, I knew that the overhead tribes were incredibly dangerous. They tended to be the ones who would kill first and ask questions later. To be fair, who could blame them? They had no food, and the living conditions in that radiation must be terrible. The information he gave me was something that I could not ignore despite my personal feelings about the man.
“I will do that now.”
“Thank you, Ava. We are patrol 61925, and our last known position was Westminster grid two, zone A12. Tell them to hurry up because I’m not sure how much time we will have left.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Four.”
“Just one last thing, why did you call me?”
“I didn’t mean to. I guess I just thought of you at the wrong moment in time. Words can’t express how sorry I am to drag you into this situation. And, well, about everything. I never meant for you to get hurt but my training in magic just seems to get in the way of having a normal relationship.”
“You didn’t have to probe my mind!” I hurled back at him as all of the anger I felt at the time returned to the surface. “It seems you are doing just that even today.”
Matthew shook his head. “There is nothing I can say except sorry.” He started to disintegrate before my eyes as his connection with me faltered. This was going to be the second time I let him go, and it was still incredibly painful to do so.
“The interference has finished. Everything is back to full working order.”
My hands released themselves from the fists that they had instinctively curled into when he had first appeared. “House, is there any way you can locate the signal that breached the system?”
There was a pause. “It came from the camp Luage above ground.”
The colour drained from my face as I realised that if I went to get help, they rule going to be dead by the time the support arrived. I was going to have to go above ground myself and try to get them out before they were executed. I looked at the sword that rested above my mantelpiece. It had been a long time since I had left the military and I had no idea if my fighting skills would be good enough to survive camp Luage.
“House, let the military know that urgent help is required at camp Luage. Oh, and my work know that I won’t be in today.” I quickly changed into my old uniform and grabbed the sword. I sprinted towards the nearest ladder that would take me above ground.

10 thoughts on “Post apocalyptic experimentation

  1. That was an intriguing story. I liked how the people don’t have internet which gives a sense of seclusion, but forces others to talk face to face. Makes you wonder what this generation would be like if they live in this potential 2080.

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  2. Exciting AngieI liked it. Has that wonderful sci-fi/dystopian twist, but is also fast-paced and leaves me wanting to read more and know more about the characters. You learn enough about them that you start to root for their relationship to develop further in the plot. 🙂

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    1. Thank you very much, that is very appreciated. This is an idea that has been going round in my head for a very long time but I have been busy working on Dreamcaster which is now on inkitt to see what people think. I might start work on this to give myself a small break from my other characters 🙂

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  3. Interesting. After an apparent nuclear war, society moves underground and adopts a blend of magic and technology while above ground, humans can survive what apparently is lethal doses of radiation. Technically, the real problem above should be some form of nuclear winter since the radiation would have dissipated long ago. Also, unless radio waves stopped working, the undergrounders should have been able to rig up an antenna and communicate with the rest of the world using Ham radios, which were the “internet” long before the actual internet.

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