Joanne Bergson 2.01
The day strikes its first notes of blue as Joanne brews a few cups of her favorite coffee brand. With the click of a button the news start playing on the TV. Terrorists have bombed the Channel Tunnel that runs between London and France, killing thousands and causing an exorbitant amount of money in damages. The world is outraged and the only clue to who may have done it is a video left on a popular streaming website, from an anonymous account. In the video, an artificially generated voice over a completely black screen identifies itself as an anarchist military group called Enkidu and proudly announces they are responsible of the attack on the Channel Tunnel, claiming that civilization is the source of all human problems. They promise that this will not be the end—we should all be afraid. Very afraid.
Joanne Bergson shrugs off the news. She’s got more important
things to think about. Like what she’s going to wear tonight for her first
webcam show, and how well would her friend Genevieve Meier take the news of her
new job description. They’re meeting for brunch at the new restaurant at the
mall. Free mimosas and all.
A text message reads: “I’m sorry. I don’t know if you’ve heard
the news. There’s just been an explosion at the Channel Tunnel. I’ve been sent
to cover it. Won’t be able to make it for brunch today. Love You !!”
Joanne responds: “Could I come with you?”
Genevieve writes: “You’ll have to hurry up. I’ll buy you a
ticket and pick you up on our way to the airport.”
Joanne replies: “馃グI’ll
pay you back. You won’t regret it!”
As they crossed to the airport with their suitcases, walking
towards the gate, tacking on the ground their fascinating assertiveness, anyone
would’ve guessed their gabardine coats entangled them into a relationship
status that was not already there. Bottom line, maybe only an airplane Captain
might allow himself to become distracted, entertaining a hazy sky-high fantasy
of sorts. Everyone else being left full of intimidation with traces of intrigue
and shame. At the gate, Joanne knew her fabricated documents were in perfect order.
During the nine hour flight Joanne discussed her ideas with
the journalist, who immediately pointed out to her some holes and pitfalls in
her plan, and she soon grew dispirited. The problem was way larger than she
anticipated and she would just be a small vigilante putting a band-aid on a severed
aorta.
© 2023 G. D谩vila
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