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While I waited at the bus stop, I watched. The bio-organic pavement began to devour some litter dropped by a passer-by, secretions rose to the surface where the litter fell, and the litter quickly melted into a liquid that was sucked up by the pavement. Just one of the many nu-age achievements that I have to live with. It's not that I don't like the enviro-friendly, nu-age discoveries, it's just that all the bio-organic substances are green. Damn green, I hate green, green walls, green floors, green houses, green buildings, I hate green. One word which could sum up this century would be 'Green'. It was only after the start of this century that the world went bio-organic, a revolution that let mankind leave the now repaired Earth, and venture into the outer limits, space. Space had been one of the main objectives for the year 2000, but the Earth had other ideas, all of a sudden ozone gas depleted to unforeseeable levels, air became too dangerous to breath, the atmosphere became dark with pollution and the whole world realised what the Greenies had been telling them for the last The bus hovered up, and my journey began. "Just a half hour cred to the UMS plant." "That'll be 200 creds, my man," the bus operator handed me the pre-stamped travel card. The hover-bus was quite clean, considering the floor, walls, and seats were covered by a thin layer of bio-organic coating. The place was so clean you could eat off the floor, but that wasn't the reason why the hover-bus was coated in bio-organic coating, the bio-organic coating was just another quick solution made by some small time inventor. You'd think that bio-organic substances would be the answer to all the worlds problems, well that is exactly what the world thinks of it. A product which is non-pollutant, easy to manufacture, self reproducing, and cheap. It is the answer to a lot of scientists dreams, unfortunately it wasn't a scientist who created bio-organics. True, the United Ministry of Science had proclaimed the revelation, but we were never told who made it, who worked on it, who should be given the credit. Naturally, people became suspicious, as usual, nothing seemed to be what they were. I'm sure you are thoroughly confused by now, I was, so I began my information spree, being in my line of business helps too. For three years now, I have been intercepting data, phone calls and faxes incoming and out, from the UMS building. Why? Apparently the science to create bio-organics was not originated on Earth, unbelievable as it sounds, but alien technology has somehow slipped into the hands of Earth's scientists. In fact, slipped is a poor word, more like, given, traded, the trading of technology... I've nothing against that, but trading with what? For what? And the secrecy, although the Government's of pre-2000AD were famous for their top-secret work, It makes me wonder what else are being hidden from the public. Basically, I'm one of those down and out, unlucky people, experienced, hard working, and virtually the best in the industry, although there are not many jobs for an ex-phone phreaker. I used to work for various phone companies around the world, playing around with the communications systems, making sure nothing goes wrong, and checking for loopholes in the system. I found many loopholes, some I reported, others I kept to myself, for my own "Private" use. It's probably a good idea to know ways to get free phone calls, especially overseas, of course, anybody would have done the same thing, if they were in my position. Now, since the few remaining communications companies succumbed to the mega-corporations that appeared out of nowhere at the turn of the century, my job has been dissolved, for some reason unknown, along with 10 million other jobs. Amazing, just like that, people replaced by machines, and bio-organics too, very cost efficient, very cheap and don't need to be paid. Luckily, I'm not the only one who is worried about the strange circumstances that have been going on. After constantly monitoring calls, I have pieced together for myself a very good idea of the goings on during the last few decades, my findings would be classified as Super-top secret if it was ever written down on paper. I peered out the window, trying to get a glimpse of where I currently was, thinking too much makes my senses fall asleep. I recognised the area, my stop was coming up, so I pressed the small metallic button fastened next to the window. As the hover bus slowed down, I thought to myself, was I doing the right thing? The hover bus lowered to street level and I exited, the driver staring at me, and mumbling something to himself. I followed my planned steps carefully, past guards, through back rooms, evading security cameras, until I reached my final destination, the bio-organic production room. The room where all the bio-organic materials were produced, it was a huge room, with a massive metal machine in the centre, much like an engine, surrounded by control desks and security men. Unbelievable, my heart is beating so hard, my chest is hurting, I'm amazing I got so far into the complex. But I suppose that plan of the building which was faxed to someone, and intercepted by me helped a bit, as well as the guard schedule. I better get a move on, standing here too long, could prove to be fatal, especially if they found out what I was doing. So I ducked into one of the small darkrooms, and waited... The information that astounded me so much was like a revelation to me, it seems that alien contact HAD been established. Not really news to me, in fact established in the mid-20th century, which had apparently been made public by several ex-intelligence agents but most of the public took no notice, the work with the aliens, known as "Greys" was documented in both MJ-12 and Project Bluebook. But this isn't what really interested me, the bio-organic substances were not just some laboratory experiment, the substance seems to "live", a plant based life form that metamorphosed after a very short gestation period and released a chemical into the air....thus rendering anyone who breathed in the chemical, totally open to suggestion. And the only people who were safe from the chemicals, were the people in this building. Some scam, aliens swapping technology with a corrupt government which betrayed it's own race. But the jokes on them, being a xenophobic kind of guy, I have other plans in mind. My investigations lead me to believe that the Greys are vulnerable to bright sun light, where I got that from, don't ask, just a little tip I heard bouncing around the UMS building... But now it's time for me to get to work... It should be about time now, every fourteen hours, they add new chemicals to the machine, I don't know exactly what goes on inside the machine, although my friend told me that it was some kind of catalytic converter. I grin to myself as I think of what my actions will cause. The bottom will drop out of the UMS government, any relationship with the Greys will terminate, and I'll be the person to do it all, lucky me. I anxiously sneaked over to the balcony above the machine, and emptied a little bottle of chemicals into the new batch, my friend, a legend when it comes to chemicals, helped me make up this little beauty. Now, I'm done, only time will tell if the chemicals will work.... A week later... Amazing, the chemical reacted with the bio-organics like a virus, transforming anything bio-organic into an inanimate chrome object, and to think that this effect will spread over the whole city...It makes me excited to see justice done. Another thing just hit me, these Greys, offering the bio-organic production to us, bio-organics, living on sunlight, thus greatly reducing the sunlight reflection, heh, I wonder what they'll think when they see this city of chrome reflecting all the sunlight back in their faces.... -FiN End Note: Gee, does being a sysop of an ascii express influence you that much?? +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |(c)1993 iGH BAH POO| iNTOXiCATiON AE +61-3-ALL-TEXT| NARC AE +61-047-57-3920 | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+