Guerilla Island
Two survivors plot a revolt against artificial intelligence on a distant island.
Day 38.
The year?
Don't know, although I can assume it's within the near future.
Still don't understand how the hell I got here and where exactly on the planet this island is located. If we're even still on Earth for that matter. This may as well be the jungle. I woke up early this morning for the fresh catch. I was a good day, caught ten of em. Never seen this fish before but they look bomb.
It ain't haddock but it'll have to do for now.
Oh yeah, I go by Zeek.
Carved out a nice space on the island. Now it's time to ready my fire. As I got closer towards my refuge spotted a big ass cat from afar. Peeped him on a tree looking down on me.
What kind of cat you ask? A leopard.
How did it get there? Still searching for that answer.
I know it doesn't think I'm giving up my catch that easily. If this was day three he might have stood a chance but I'm just too damn hungry today. I had my fish all hooked on a branch as I kept it beside me. The leopard made it's way to the end on the branch gazing down on me. I sat my fish down and withdrew a large spear head I constructed.
WAITING.
The leopard vaulted down and landed before me. It's growls were aggressive and I could hear it's belly from where I stood. Just as ready as it was.
Suddenly....the leopard stands down and walks away.
A woman appears. A recognizable face at that.
I glance closer.
"Alicia?" I asked.
She stood in silence.
"It's me, Ezekiel. I got coffee from your shop every morning on State Street. You remember me?" I stated.
She wore the same attire as me. A black thermal wetsuit. It's what everyone wore, except we were the only two.
"Thought I was alone." I stated.
Alicia stared to me and said "Follow me."
She walked towards a more secluded part of the island as I followed with my fish. This area was nicer, calmer, more peaceful. We sat down near a fire.
A few moments passed.
We ate the fresh catch together.
"I saw your coffee shop close down all of sudden. How long you been here? How did you get here" I asked.
"Six months. I volunteered." Alicia stated.
"You what?!" I said.
"Didn't you?" Alicia asked.
"Nah. I just woke up and I was here. Almost forty days now. Thirty eight to be exact." I said.
I ate more of my meal and thought to myself.
"How did you do that? With the leopard?" I asked.
"Being here brought out the best of my powers. There's no distractions, no technology, no capitalism. They have no clue back in civilization what's about to take place. That's why I chose you." Alicia said.
I glanced up in confusion.
"I picked you Zeek. I have a few friends on the inside who went rogue. Big tech industry people. We're gonna need your leadership." Alicia said.
"Yo you fucking serious?" I asked.
A long pause between us. I needed time to refocus my head.
"You act as if you got better things to do. Your life, your career, it was all bullshit and you know it. I saw the kind of books you read with your morning coffee." Alicia stated.
"I can't even debate with her. She called me out. She's right." I told myself.
So when is all this going down?" I asked.
Alicia finished her meal.
"Matter of fact, who run this island?" I asked.
"All that obtained information and you still don't get it?. Zeek, seventy five percent of the planet is controlled by A.I. There's a ship on the horizon.
They come about once a month. It'll be here in three days so we need to utilize our time wisely. They'll arrive with a boat full of new gladiators that were captured. They'll be ready." Alicia said.
"And you know this how?" I asked.
"Communication. The same way I stopped that leopard from eating yo ass." Alicia said.
I had to smirk about that.
"Why now?" I asked.
"Because we have you." Alicia said.
I nodded to myself with extreme confidence.
"Let's get it!" I said.
TO BE CONTINUED.
About the Creator
Ace Howell
The Pen.
A weapon for defense, a tool for building, or an instrument of destruction.
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