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I am in a Cessna with local maverick CEO Ricky Wong, who is flying me to the uppermost peak in Hong Kong (not The Peak, but a fictional mountain). It’s quite high. He flies along a highway that snakes up the slope. He’s practically driving on the asphalt, but he assures me he does this all the time because there’s never any traffic. Sure enough, the road is empty.
Shift: we’re now in a car, driving the rest of the way. When we get to the top of the mountain, we find an old-fashioned shopping arcade with life-sized plastic replicas of vacationing tourists for photo-taking purposes.
There’s also a hotel, and somehow I end up staying the night there in a very large room – like an empty apartment or a posh school room.
The next morning, I look out the window and notice that the hotel is located in what looks like a SoHo hipster area with coffee shops, diners and X-rated movie theatres.
I go out and meet some friends at one of the cafes. I tell them about my trip as we order pie. Then they tell me they have found out something they shouldn’t have about some powerful people, and they need advice on how to disappear from “the grid”. I explain that disappearing is serious business. If yr going to do it right, you really have to cut yrself off from yr existing life – family, friends, everything and anything that can possibly be linked to you. They decide against it.
I want to show them my hotel room, but when I go back to the hotel, I am ambushed in the corridor. The assailants have some kind of experimental weapon – a gun that shoot pellets that pierce the skin and embed themselves in my muscles. The pellets are capable of accelerating the aging process – the bad guys can send a command by remote to activate them.
This also serves as a blackmail device to control my actions. If I say or do something they don’t like, they’ll hear it and make me age 20 years instantly. I’m already 48, so just one jump ahead could potentially kill me of old age. I see myself in an elevator mirror and I already look older.
And then I woke up.
Too old for this shit,
This is dF
Shift: we’re now in a car, driving the rest of the way. When we get to the top of the mountain, we find an old-fashioned shopping arcade with life-sized plastic replicas of vacationing tourists for photo-taking purposes.
There’s also a hotel, and somehow I end up staying the night there in a very large room – like an empty apartment or a posh school room.
The next morning, I look out the window and notice that the hotel is located in what looks like a SoHo hipster area with coffee shops, diners and X-rated movie theatres.
I go out and meet some friends at one of the cafes. I tell them about my trip as we order pie. Then they tell me they have found out something they shouldn’t have about some powerful people, and they need advice on how to disappear from “the grid”. I explain that disappearing is serious business. If yr going to do it right, you really have to cut yrself off from yr existing life – family, friends, everything and anything that can possibly be linked to you. They decide against it.
I want to show them my hotel room, but when I go back to the hotel, I am ambushed in the corridor. The assailants have some kind of experimental weapon – a gun that shoot pellets that pierce the skin and embed themselves in my muscles. The pellets are capable of accelerating the aging process – the bad guys can send a command by remote to activate them.
This also serves as a blackmail device to control my actions. If I say or do something they don’t like, they’ll hear it and make me age 20 years instantly. I’m already 48, so just one jump ahead could potentially kill me of old age. I see myself in an elevator mirror and I already look older.
And then I woke up.
Too old for this shit,
This is dF
