Ryan Emerald Poet Prose Poetry

Agent Arkansas 90766 Beta Part 7

BETA—Get your munitions. Transmissions state your location. Defense will be here in 
approx five minutes.
Agent—Thanks, it’s time to leave.
BETA—Good idea. 

BETA alarmed Agent of an Associate vehicle in the next room. Agent charges into the 
garage to find a large military green pick-up truck. They jumped in and roared the 
engine. As they drove down the inner driveway, and crashed through the door to 
outside, BETA give the nearest “safe” point. They drove toward the outskirts of the city 
hoping for safety. The reach a small village and stop to rest.

BETA—The locals here are anti-war people. We may have a chance to stay the night.
Agent— Sure- Is there a place to stay?
BETA— There is a town terminal a block down. That should give you information about 
a place to sleep.
Agent— A terminal? Why would I use a terminal?
BETA— It provides info about anything in the area. Like a computer.
Agent—I know what it is. I want to know, why you don’t know if there is a place to 
stay?
BETA—I’m not programmed to things that are not war-related
Agent—O.K. lets move… 

-In these times most towns with a high enough population have a sheltered place 
where there are terminals or computers that have maps and other things for travel and 
such-

Agent gets back in the truck and started down the road toward the center of town. 
BETA directed him to the building he was searching for.

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