Taken from the ABDL Sci-Fi book:
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here is a story that is literally “out of this world”.
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Brave New World –
Friday
That evening’s news report played perfectly overhead of the line of bustling souls that awaited their turn to step on the translocation pad just outside the police precinct. The holographic broadcast spoke of mysterious happenings within the New Argyle City limits. Mack Swatton was among those bustling souls in that line, a mid-30s policeman who had just ended his shift for the day.
Putting a police station right next to the tourist center seemed a little illogical when it was built, but having the ability to catch folks who had come to the city as thieves was paramount in importance. It was the element of surprise that aided the police force and in a brave new world such as this, surprise becoming the greatest offensive move of all.
Mack was headed to the mall to meet some friends for dinner. And he was looking forward to the next two days off. His intention was to do very little that weekend … merely spending the time with his wife.
*The year was 2116 and crime was just as prevalent as it had always been. But the sophistication of criminals had to be matched by sophistication in the police force. When he joined the force five years ago, Mack underwent a series of muscular enhancements within his body, particularly within his legs. This gave him incredible speed and strength, two things that had aided him many times in the apprehension of felons.*
Just then, the tram pulled up and he decided to take it instead of teleporting to the mall. Showing his ID, a scannable image that had been placed just under his chest, he got onto the tram and took a seat. The tram system had restrictions of who could ride it. But Mack was a cop and therefore had immediate clearance to go anywhere in the city that he needed to.
The tram took off and he glared up at the holographic news broadcast with disdain. The story being told was of unexplainable robberies and assaults that were perpetrated by no one, seemingly. No physical evidence of a human presence had been found yet in the nearly dozen encounters. It was as if a ghost was committing these crimes.
Touching his chest, he logged himself out of the broadcast and looked at the city emblem on the floor of the tram. It was a picture of a man who had passed away just last year. His name was Argyle Genus.
“Argyle,” Mack said quietly. “I hope you’re in a better place now.”
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