S90 Part 5

By Stephen Shypitka

Fuck love. Fuck freedom. Fuck you.
In this near Orwellian future citizens are barcoded and cameras monitor your every move, including the bedroom where certain sex has been forboden.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Shypitka
• Release date: Apr 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005931391

Stephen Shypitka

Stephen's eBooks have sold across 4 continents in Australia, Canada, Denmark, France, Germany, Jamaica, Netherlands, New Zealand, Poland, Romania, Switzerland the UK and the US. His online success has allowed his work to be noticed, read and savoured with his fiction for our times that turns heads, crosses genres and connects us all. Stephen was born in British Columbia, Canada an alumnus of USC film school in Los Angeles, he has taught the craft and loves to travel.

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S90

By Stephen Shypitka

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© 2021 Stephen Shypitka

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Dedication

To the one to touch my own sky.

CONTENTS PART 5

The Box

Happiest Girl

Shangri-La

A Day At The Beach

Last Day

About The Author

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S90 Part 5

The Box

So Frankie. What's up? Hayes didn't like surprises.


Yeah, Frankie tell us what's going on? Neither did Herc.


And both had managed to get Quynn to reveal a lot. They knew now he was the head of the pink underground. The leader of the resistance.


It's the box. Two by two. Frankie began. Swinging a baseball bat like in some

imaginary game.


Like the arc? Herc asked. Would that make Quynn Noah?


No touching. Frankie turned back. Stopping the baseball bat against Hayes' chest. And do yourself a favour and keep your balls covered. Frankie disappeared with a laugh.

Well, that doesn't sound very good, Hayes said trying to keep it light. In the surrounding darkness. Permeated.

I didn't think the test started until tomorrow? Herc said wryly. His eyes checking out the room. It was a giant black box.

The loud sound of a metal gate closing. Sealing. Shutting them in.

Frankie watched from a portal. A leering smile.

So what do you think? Herc asked genuinely. It was time to compare notes.

Hitler had a bunker. Hayes reasoned. We found a way in.


Yeah, but can we find a way out? Herc wondered.


He was MI 9.

I know level 9. That's wild. Herc couldn't believe Quynn, Hayes friend, one-time Minister of Information had such clearance.

Yeah Gestapo wild. Hayes clarified the point.

But you know he's seen the shit. It's possible he could know everything. Maybe that's what made it so easy to become the ‘Brain’.

Or it could be a setup? Hayes knew Quynn possessed a wicked sense of humour.

Fine time to mention that now. Herc tried to smile. Did you know he was AWOL?

No. Hayes was shaking his head.

Quynn's no-show even surprised him. You don't ever miss a company appointment. Especially on last day. After they take the time to bake you a cake. Even if it was fucking coconut. And then send you off on your way to kiss your balls or your brain goodbye. The nerve of some people's children. What