Android Princess

Chapter 4

Time passed and the world imploded further, collapsed around its self. Oceans mostly died, tunas, turtles, sea birds, no more whales, dolphins, other air breathers. They needed clean oxygen to live. Who didn’t?

More billions died, cannibalism had run amok and of course that was before Ridnium had been discovered, thus creating the satellite fed BUBBLE worlds.

That was what finally saved parts of the planet, the domed BUBBLE worlds and of course only for the rich, the elite, the connected, what was new about that old story survived within their elite atmospheres.

The planet then died, well almost. Some human beings had survived, two billion plus or so, for they had that basic survival instinct, like c**k roaches. They were like insects crawling around the primal ooze, eating garbage, survivors existing within a slow rolling h*******t, a deterioration of the human soul.

Time rumbled on, it always did, and a new order aborted out of the womb.

THE BUBBLE DOMES came, and then the Ozone Cops were created.

Ex-soldiers, they became the last ditch stance men and Android Girls that held off the criminals, murders breeding, maniacs teaming as killing machines in THE ZONE. They went rabid at a wholesale level and only the Ozone Rangers could stop them.

OZONE Cops, cool names, hard people and now as two of those cops moved out of the Miami alleys, Adray Venus, cloned green eyes digital scanning everything in grids, leading point, always protecting Krull, began their patrol.

Even in a freak zone of androids, f****d up human engineered people, real people, Venus stood out.

Krull stared at her body that as always was painted out in her skin tight silver body SKINS (Suit), calf boots, gloves, 357 automatic magnum hand gun, slung on her nothing hips. He loved how tough she was. How sweet she was. How f*****g deadly she was.

She was shadowing and monitoring Krull as he wearily moved through the teaming street crowds and vendors and the calliophy of human madness that was THE ZONE.

Though they had Repeater Laser Cannons slung on their shoulders, they both were Old School weapons romantics. They were Vibe Hunters and loved real copper and lead in the chamber. Thus they had opted for Smith & Wesson magnums hand guns, 357 Pythons.

Though those weapons were formidable, Venus had her own mojo going. She carried two four foot swords, handle to tip point, Titanium blades, very Samurai like. They were shone to razor sharp, topped off and plated with pure Platinum just like her.

The Spec-24-3’s had learned early on, in the sewers, trenches of S. America that sometimes a gal needed that little something extra, an edge to succeed in life. Guns, carbines ran out of ammunition sometimes and ceased up. The war was street to street combat, sewer to sewer, hand to hand savagery. So they opted for the blades. The dolls had brutally fought their way through the sewers, alleys, street wars; these girls were no dum dums.

Moving through the falling snow, Krull’s eyes were riveted on her. Her pure platinum skin was tricked out in The Skins looking like no other gal. She could hurt a man’s eyes when the Sun was out, which almost never happened, seeing that the human f***s had vaporized the atmosphere.

As they patrolled through the blizzard and down another alley hunting for King Mohammad, the brutal Islamic War Lord of Section 28-56, they stalled out. Adray hesitated, went to infra-red eyeballs, scanned the smoke, fog, saw nothing and remained silent as she stared at her man.

Krull’s carbon sensors were blinking, time to slot a new oxygen power source plug in, gotta keep the oxygen rolling. Adray doesn’t worry about that stuff. She could inhale a whiff of pure cyanide, think it a lovely perfume.

Krull ejected the spent vacuum cylinder to the filth of the alley floor. She smiled. She watches as he reloads his breather. Looking through his goggles, he winks at her, gets a wink back. They begin to move and begin to cruise.

Allowing her 357 magnum to dangle at arm’s length she is worried. Krull is exhausted, and her great heart breaks every moment from that fact.

Back to business as she’s scanning, not only monitoring what she can see, but what she cannot see. Her genetically engineered brain, placed in a human, would over load, kill any human within minutes.

It is a Receptor Vehicle and can decipher micro waves, gamma rays, infrared electronic wireless impressions, all connected to her super eyes. This means she sees it, meaning death, trouble and the bad guys before they actually appear. Her Sensory Optic characteristics monitor Krull’s ever failing health and that is killing her.

Ridnium of course made the BUBBLES possible.

That element made her possible too. Almost unbreakable bones, body parts, those were exceptional. But it was the brain, her brain, Ridnium powered that was remarkable. After all that is what the wars were all about, Ridnium.

As Krull stares up, straight up, they get lucky for a full moon breaks through the crushing pollution, just for a wink. It’s rare glow makes both of them feel human.

Time for a smoke.

Krull looks at her and smiles. She appears almost surreal translucent, as her silver reflector clothes layered along her body glint the Ozone back to space. She needed her Skins for even bots get f****d up from the gamma rays and the lingering radiation left over from the Islamic Wars.

“Sector 34-6. What do you think Silver Girl?”

Adray turns, smiles through blue lips, loves when her man calls her Silver Girl.

“Perhaps Major. Let me recon. Be right back. Love you.”

Krull chuckles and nods that he loves her. He watches her as she, like some kind of exotic Praying Mantis moves into the fog and falling snow of the alley.

It’s time for a smoke and why the hell not? Krull takes a pack, stripes a smoke to flames, lower’s his face plate, inhales and exhales. The last thing on his mind is lung cancer. Hell, half of the populations, one way or the other already has some version of that.

Tobacco being one of the coins of the realm, grown in green houses in the BUBBLES and contraband ZONE warehouses, including his ware house is a perk, part of his pay. It’s a small pleasure, so few of those, so he does.

As he smokes, Adray half way down the alley turns and looks at him. He seems OK.

She signs knowing that no human is OK in a cesspool called Planet Earth.

She watches him a moment longer, peek’s her eyes at the end of the alley where she sees off on the horizon the great MIAMI BUBBLE glowing blue. It has an artificial atmosphere, the sky a teal color and how it once looked before it turned burnt orange and died.

Like Paris, Rome, Manhattan, LA, London every major city capitol had one. That is if you paid the Americans VIG, a hegemonic super power which pretty much ran the whole show.

Most of The British Isles were gone, France, majority of Europe, Holland followed, but they had had time to get the fifty meter dykes done, like New York, Seattle, London and LA, etc. That’s what saved major cities in the end, the dykes.

As usual, off of THE BUBBLES right off the mono-rail tracks that entered the guarded posts, called THE SHOOTS there were the slums. These were the danger zone teeming with vomit garbage survivors, living terrorist lives and only one set of warriors keep them out of THE BUBBLES, Ozone Cops.

They we’re, the last defense.

THE BUBBLE DOMES were beamed down from British satellites and were unique. A great ship orbited almost two hundred kilometers above British Moon. The CCSBM (CENTRAL COMMAND SATTELITE BUBBLE MONITORING) center was where the British monitored the 200 hundred plus bubbles that were being beamed down to Earth.

They created atmospheres that allowed purified air, vegetables, fruits, beef, real beef, hot houses, green houses, farms, water, real water within these elite societies.

Monorail cars in. Monorail cars out.

That was the only way into the Bubbles from “THE ZONE.”

Less than one percent of the world lived in them. Mostly thieves like Senators, Lords, Congressmen and the others sluts like corporate giants, pukes that caused all the bad s**t to being with from their odious greed. Of course there were the filthy rich, ex Wall Street types, beautiful women, always needed those, no big surprise about that. f**k, the rich always got the i***t models. Everyone knew that.

THE BUBBLES were massive, sometimes thirty kilometer by thirty kilometer wide, some times larger and were ten kilometers high. They held pure air, water, estates, grocery stores, fish farms, purified air, kids, no skin diseases, tumors, leukemia, polio, diphtheria, leprosy, etc. that had rampaged in THE ZONES.

Hell, the teeners even had pets.

They ate them in THE ZONE when they could find them.

There were Electric cars, bicycles, no gas cars in THE ZONES and no oil except in the domed oil and shale fields left intact in inland Texas, The Dakotas, and parts of Canada. That was the reality of a new world. Oil was needed, but only at ten percent of the good old days.

Once again the religious zealots of the USA controlled the planet, just as they had always WANTED to do.

Ridnium clear domes looked like glass and were indestructible. They were built fortified for the power core people after the environment evaporated which was the final spike in the coffin for planet earth after the nuclear wars.

Iran took out the Saudis after their Peace Accord with the Israelis. No more black oil for a thousand years and, then the Jews cremated Iran after their radars picked up a missile tracking.

Too late, for a single-plutonium tipped missile out of Tehran had hit Tel-Aviv. Bye, bye Israel.

For good measure, The Indians took out Pakistan and Iraq, just because they could. Better to be safe than sorry, thus creating a thousand year radiation tomb throughout the Middle East.

It was just as that spooky book the Bible had prophesized.

Then, finally some luck, that is if you were a Manifest Destiny thinking steam roller of a Super Power that would think it nothing to rock’n’roll across a continent, killing everything that existed to get what it needed. And, that is exactly what the USA had done.

For quite by accident the Bolivian Ridnium deposits had been found at the bottom of a tin deposit s**t hole gouged out of the face of the earth. It had been there since time began, and no one had ever known it.

Ridnium was found, three times more powerful than Uranium, Plutonium.

Of course The USA, the last Super Power had to have it.

They trumped up a loco story, just like the Iraq and Vietnam and the Pakistan wars. You know, like weapons of mass destruction bullshit. They had marshaled up the ground troops, the jets, ships, predator-drones and, then ass reamed most of Mexico, Central America and South America on their Manifest Destiny rumble into Bolivia.

The brutal wars lasted three years. The Americans won, duh, for they had always been Mein Furher great at g******e, whole sale homicide. No eye blinked as they mass murdered everything they saw and stripped mined the joint.

They imprisoned millions of peons and turned the indigent people into slaves, shipped the slag back. They allowed the British to slam satellites into high Earth Orbit. They beamed down the domes from a massive British Transport CCSBM ship orbiting British Moon and sodomized and black mailed the rest of the world.

“You want clean air?” f**k YOU, PAY ME.

“You want your elite wife and kids to be fuckcicles for a bunch of deranged homicidal murders?” f**k YOU, PAY ME.

“You want to eat something besides c**k roaches and rats?” f**k YOU, PAY ME.