"Ale, you in?" Hugo said inspecting a screen.
"En route to the objective now," A large man in a security uniform and earpiece said.
"Remember, discretion is extremely important."
"Don't worry hermano, the only thing that could ruin this would be someone hearing me right now.” Alejandro strode down the hall while Hugo gave directions in his ear. “Left, right, down the stairs.”
“Okay, now around the next corner on your left is a set of glass doors, that’s where the mainframe is,” Hugo said.
Alejandro held a device that projected an ID of Security Chairman Gunderson. The machine beeped and the doors hissed open. "Which server?’
“Should be three rows left.”
Alejandro counted down the row and placed a small circular device on the server.
"Downloading."
Alejandro turned towards a hiss behind him.
"Hey," said another security guard.
"Hey," said Alejandro.
A stapler flew into the face of the guard. Alejandro took him down by the neck and the guard was out.
"Download, complete, get out," Hugo said.
Alejandro strode out and exited the building. Ale opened the doors of the van, "Here," He tossed the device to Hugo.
"Fantastic…" keys clicked, "mierda! We got the wrong file!"
About the Creator
The Archive of the Last Seed
The city of Orizon was a marvel of the 24th century. It was a vertical spire of silver and light that pierced the clouds, powered by the constant vibration of the atmosphere. Inside, everything was synthetic. The walls were made of self-healing polymers, the air was scrubbed to a perfect clinical scent, and the food was printed in 3D blocks of nutrient-dense protein. To the citizens of Orizon, "nature" was a high-resolution simulation you could project onto your bedroom walls if you were feeling nostalgic for a history you never lived.
By Asghar ali awan7 days ago in Fiction
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