It’s The Police
So, I directed the Cicatrice back to its storage bay, resolving to head off to Inegin’s with the old battery from the Cicatrice to source a replacement. In the meantime, the brand new ion battery the man in the hovercar park had given me could go on CadabraMart. I was sure to get a few credits for it which could go towards the cost of the new battery for the Cicatrice. Waste not want not, I thought.
I had been back in my apartment for 30 minutes when an aircast interrupted my mindless thoughts of hovercar batteries. I had had time to list the ion battery, that my friend be in the car park head given me, on CadabraMart. It was on at a starting price of 10 credits and there had already been one bid.
The aircast call was a personal private one, from an address I was not familiar with. I answered, mainly out of boredom and said,
And then I added my usual joke, “Who’s calling the ‘Buridium Blast’. Not many people remembered that air-gameshow but I used to watch it avidly when I was a child. And just saying ‘Buridium Blast’ sounded cool even if most people had never heard of it. Normally when I answered an aircast like that there was stunned silence, except when it was Cat of course. He would normally respond with “If you can’t say anything sensible please shut up and listen.”
This time it wasn’t Cat, yet there was still no stunned silence. A female voice responded instantly with,
“Am I speaking with Thomas Nigel G’Laxy Prouff?
No one had called me Thomas in the last 20 years so my initial response was along the lines of,
The rather monotone female voice responded with,
“The biometric data I have collected over the call tells me who you are but for procedure, I’d be grateful if you could confirm I am speaking to you.”
Goodness, I thought, shall I just say ‘Of course you’re talking to me’. But then it dawned on me this must be some sort of government official. Only a government official could ask a question in such a stupid way. I wondered if she was somebody from the tax office.
To be continued…….