Chapter Sixteen – “Departure” — Part Thirty-Three of Forty-One
To be continued…
Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer
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“That would explain how they have gotten away with so much, I guess.” Jack said.
“Plus the fact that nearly everyone is a dependent of the state by this point. Ever since the war started things have just continued to slide- Even my job…” She paused in mid-sentence.
“What about your job?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just realizing that I don’t have one anymore. Not after helping you destroy three Sentries and then fleeing the scene.”
“What were you doing?”
Charlotte sighed. “Let me take a drag off of that.” She reached over and snatched the cigarette from his fingers as the light turned green. She accelerated through the intersection as her lungs filled with smoke.
“Mmm! That actually tastes really sweet!” The smoke exited from her mouth as she spoke and it lingered momentarily over the dash.
Jack laughed. “That tobacco is not of this world, my dear.”
“Anyway, it’s not important. It was just a factory where I stood on an assembly line and inspected circuit boards. We were told that they were used for something in the war, but none of us ever knew if that was true.”
“Sounds like fun!”
“Oh, yeah. You bet.” She stole another puff and then handed the cigarette back to him.
“Why did you ever apply for something like that?” Jack said.
Charlotte shook her head. “I didn’t. After the last economic collapse those of us lucky enough to have work were assigned our jobs and forced to work them.”