SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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July 30, 2013:
Andrew Clark "AC" Franklin finished refilling the tank on his 2000 Ford Ranger, a really old model that still managed to keep trucking in spite of things.
Just like me, AC thought. He still had a long trip ahead of him, of course, if he was to get to Haven, the rumored city of refuge where law and order still existed, and where people reportedly didn't even lock their doors at night. That hadn't been true even before Doomsday, let alone now....nowhere except Haven, to his knowledge, even if said place existed. Well, he had to find out, now, didn't he? He had heard various reports of where Haven might be, if it existed at all, but his money was on the claims regarding somewhere in Oregon.
Well, what had been Oregon, that is. There was no USA anymore....or any other countries, to AC's knowledge. There were no states anymore. There were only scattered settlements, camps, communities of some sort now. Law and order was hard to find. Roving bands of marauders pillaged towns for the luxuries of now that were the necessities of the past, especially electronics, which weren't being made at all anymore. Internet was isolated, if it existed anywhere.....it consisted largely of what people could salvage of the World Wide Web, and only in those communities with the luxury of sparing resources for it, which were few.
Most communications had returned to a more primitive medium....citizens' band radio....good ol' CBs. And AC's handle was Caesar, due to the "Hail, Caesar" of his favorite rock band, ACDC.
Which was what he was listening to as he plunged on down the highway, letting the music of a bygone, imperfect, but far superior age comfort him in the wake of the collapse of human civilization. Oh, for those fine times, when he listened to the heavy metal bands in his youth. At 47, he was no spring chicken, that was for sure. But he had been....back when Angus Young and company rocked the stage with their fine imported metal....
Whatever contempt he felt for other generations was now tempered by the fact that they were all in the same boat....and things hadn't gone too easy on the Baby Boomers or the Millennials. The Boomers were too old and weak to defend themselves well in the aftermath of the disaster that they had largely brought down on the human race and the Millennials were too ignorant to survive without the skills that the Gen-Xers like Franklin were the last generation to learn when it was easy. While there were still plenty of both, they died in much larger numbers than his own generation.
"Uh, anyone here? White Fang calling here....anyone on?" a female voice crackled on the CB.
AC laughed at the obvious Jack London fandom there and had to reply, "White Fang, this is Caesar. You heading where I think you are?"
"10-4, that's the road to Haven, Caesar. What about you."
"Same here. You copy?"
"I copy that. I'm going west on interstate from Des Moines. You?"
"West on state highway from Kansas City. That's KC, MO, if you get me. The Show Me State. We might be a bit before we would hookup, sweetheart."
"A flirt, are you? Well, I could use the distraction. Better a flirt than a rapist. Too many of those around. And to think that my old prof used to think that flirting was almost as bad. What a stupid bitch she was! I wonder if she knows how....probably too dead to know, dumb ass that she was."
"Was she teaching Women's Studies?"
"10-4. She didn't like knocking boots....me, I love it, just like having a choice for once instead of a bunch of slobbering cavemen try to yank down my pants."
"Can't argue with you there, missy. How about we find a meeting point somewhere in the middle?"
Dead air....must have scared her off.....or did he? A simple hookup would be nice in this day and age, but she was right....these days, most women experienced sex as rape victims and most men as rapists, with women too terrorized to have any use to actually do it for fun...yeah, what a suck-ass, upside down, topsy turvy, helter skelter world....
Andrew Clark "AC" Franklin finished refilling the tank on his 2000 Ford Ranger, a really old model that still managed to keep trucking in spite of things.
Just like me, AC thought. He still had a long trip ahead of him, of course, if he was to get to Haven, the rumored city of refuge where law and order still existed, and where people reportedly didn't even lock their doors at night. That hadn't been true even before Doomsday, let alone now....nowhere except Haven, to his knowledge, even if said place existed. Well, he had to find out, now, didn't he? He had heard various reports of where Haven might be, if it existed at all, but his money was on the claims regarding somewhere in Oregon.
Well, what had been Oregon, that is. There was no USA anymore....or any other countries, to AC's knowledge. There were no states anymore. There were only scattered settlements, camps, communities of some sort now. Law and order was hard to find. Roving bands of marauders pillaged towns for the luxuries of now that were the necessities of the past, especially electronics, which weren't being made at all anymore. Internet was isolated, if it existed anywhere.....it consisted largely of what people could salvage of the World Wide Web, and only in those communities with the luxury of sparing resources for it, which were few.
Most communications had returned to a more primitive medium....citizens' band radio....good ol' CBs. And AC's handle was Caesar, due to the "Hail, Caesar" of his favorite rock band, ACDC.
Which was what he was listening to as he plunged on down the highway, letting the music of a bygone, imperfect, but far superior age comfort him in the wake of the collapse of human civilization. Oh, for those fine times, when he listened to the heavy metal bands in his youth. At 47, he was no spring chicken, that was for sure. But he had been....back when Angus Young and company rocked the stage with their fine imported metal....
Whatever contempt he felt for other generations was now tempered by the fact that they were all in the same boat....and things hadn't gone too easy on the Baby Boomers or the Millennials. The Boomers were too old and weak to defend themselves well in the aftermath of the disaster that they had largely brought down on the human race and the Millennials were too ignorant to survive without the skills that the Gen-Xers like Franklin were the last generation to learn when it was easy. While there were still plenty of both, they died in much larger numbers than his own generation.
"Uh, anyone here? White Fang calling here....anyone on?" a female voice crackled on the CB.
AC laughed at the obvious Jack London fandom there and had to reply, "White Fang, this is Caesar. You heading where I think you are?"
"10-4, that's the road to Haven, Caesar. What about you."
"Same here. You copy?"
"I copy that. I'm going west on interstate from Des Moines. You?"
"West on state highway from Kansas City. That's KC, MO, if you get me. The Show Me State. We might be a bit before we would hookup, sweetheart."
"A flirt, are you? Well, I could use the distraction. Better a flirt than a rapist. Too many of those around. And to think that my old prof used to think that flirting was almost as bad. What a stupid bitch she was! I wonder if she knows how....probably too dead to know, dumb ass that she was."
"Was she teaching Women's Studies?"
"10-4. She didn't like knocking boots....me, I love it, just like having a choice for once instead of a bunch of slobbering cavemen try to yank down my pants."
"Can't argue with you there, missy. How about we find a meeting point somewhere in the middle?"
Dead air....must have scared her off.....or did he? A simple hookup would be nice in this day and age, but she was right....these days, most women experienced sex as rape victims and most men as rapists, with women too terrorized to have any use to actually do it for fun...yeah, what a suck-ass, upside down, topsy turvy, helter skelter world....
