TX003 - Delimited Detention

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GUEST NARRATOR:

You've just arrived at the SubverCity Station way ... wayyy... below our nearest neighbors on the terrestrial surface. Due to spacial folding and advanced temperature control, this station can accommodate a multitude of platforms, docks, runways, hangars, bays, landing pads, hubs, launches and a really pleasant food court. AND in the last hundred years the station has added interdimensional portals for crossing into separate universes and classified high security wormholes for visits to change the past.

[Narrator gets rewound in a wormhole.]

GUEST NARRATOR:

And wormholes, which have always been here, for visits to the past. Also, we have spaceships! Now that you're here, just tune your headsets to just above the audible hearing range for your species and pick up the SubverCity Transmit!

INTRO MUSIC PLAYS


SENORI:

Alert. Message. Alert. Message.


AM ONYMOUS:

Ohhh yeah? Lemme see it. [Beat] Yeah OK...sure.

Peeps - I've just received a communication from our very own Insecurity Guards. They're on the lookout for a lost double-edged communicator last seen in a hydroponic diversion tunnel. The device, small-black-and-squary with the surface appearance of a walkie-talkie is one of the few reality to fiction relay devices and is vital in the Insecurity Guard's ongoing efforts to rescue the ragtags, threadbarren and down-hearted that they find in their covert blanket searches of the upper AdverCity.


STATION ANNOUNCEMENT VOICE:

If you see something, please do not alert the authorities.


AM ONYMOUS:

What she said. Should you find yourself wandering off the beatnik tracks keep your visual sensory inputs peeled and if you find it - please do NOT alert the nearest authority. In fact, if you see any authorities, please stop, drop, inform your rebel faction contact immediately and roll out via closest hyperball chute.

[FINGERNAIL TAPS ON GLASS SFX. REACTING COMPUTER BEEPS.]


SENORI:

A Q 4 5


AM ONYMOUS:

Rad. OK Looks like quadrants A, Q and the 4 and 5 tunnels have already been searched and cleared. Everything else is yet to be combed so if you find yourself traveling through anything that isn't those four locations listen out for a little static and lot of nonsense.

I think this event calls for a little story about technical communications and I know I've got just the one. If I'm not mistaken, it's a bit representative of the wariness we SubverCitizens have of the up top authority figures and why you'd be better off down here with me.


STORY INTRO MUSIC BED PLAYS.

["Delimited Detention" by Chris Stiebens is this episode's story.]

OUTRO MUSIC BED.


AM ONYMOUS:

As that tale comes to a close I would just like you all to swivel yourselves around and notice that there are no cameras or recording devices down here. No one is watching you. But if you want someone to be watching you we can accommodate. On sublevel 84 of the ore-well there is a library supplied with frontal lobrarians - sit, read a book and bask in the gaze of the SPIRALLING stares. Another option is a crew of show drones that you can rent to follow you around for a set number of manic episodes - I hear this service is pretty popular in Narcicely. (They have really good pasta.)

You know I generally wouldn't be labeled as a being with trust issues but I wonder what it must be like to live in a world where I wouldn't be allowed to abide by my own delusions. Of course, down here, delusions, illusions and conclusions are all essentially the same thing. Reality is malleable. I create what I see and I see what I want to.


OUTRO MUSIC PLAYS.

CREDITS.




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