Walter Mosley - Futureland - Nine Stories of an Imminent World

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Life in America a generation from now isn’t much different from today: The drugs are better, the daily grind is worse. The gap between the rich and the poor has widened to a chasm. You can store the world’s legal knowledge on a chip in your little finger, while the Supreme Court has decreed that constitutional rights don’t apply to any individual who challenges the system. Justice is swiftly delivered by automated courts, so the prison industry is booming. And while the media declare racism is dead, word on the street is that even in a colorless society, it’s a crime to be black.
But the world still turns and folks still have to get by with the hands they’re dealt, folks such as:
Ptolemy
Popo
Bent:
Folio Johnson: Fera Jones: Dr. Ivan Kismet: Mixing cyberpunk with biting social commentary, and
-style wonders with masterful literary skill, Walter Mosley brings to life the celebs, working stiffs, leaders, victims, technocrats, crooks, oppressors, and revolutionaries who inhabit a glorious all-American nightmare that’s just around the corner. Welcome to FUTURELAND.

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“I’m sorry about your loss, ma’am.”

“It’s... It was a shock. He had always been sick. That was my fault. I infected him. When I was pregnant the doctors told me that he could live a normal life if he kept up a moderate health regimen.”

“Lots of people live with the hive and worse today. It’s not like back when we were kids.”

“I know. I was heartbroken, of course, when I heard. But today the police called my husband and said that they were opening a file on Mylo, that he might have been murdered.”

Folio looked around for another chair. There was none. “They said that you were hired by Charles, that he might also be dead.”

“I don’t think Charles is dead. His nine friends are, though. Some say it was accidental but I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“The police have claimed Mylo’s body. They exhumed him from the royal cemetery in England—”

“He had a royal funeral?”

“Of course. His great-grandfather is Jason Randisi.”

“CEO of Randac Corp.?”

“You didn’t know?”

The chime of intuition rang in Folio’s eye, but he had already made the leap. All of this information was stored in his eye but he skipped over biographical data, not thinking it important.

“Is that Charles’s great-grandfather too?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“Tell me, M Spellman, were Mylo and Charles wrapped into the Randac communications system?”

“Only for communication with the family,” she replied. “You know public communication is so unreliable these days. It’s perfectly legal.”

“What did you want from me, ma’am?”

Liliane Spellman looked into Folio’s eyes for a moment. She began to speak but then stopped herself. She raised her hand and clutched the throat of her woolen dress.

“Why don’t you wear a lens?” she asked.

“What?”

“For that eye. It’s very disconcerting.”

“It has a crystal code covering,” Folio said. “Data capture would be thrown off by a lens.”

“Did I kill my son, M Johnson?”

“No, ma’am, you certainly did not. You gave him life and that life was taken. They used the hive but he would have lived if they had let him alone.”

Folio had never seen a real person laugh and cry at the same time. He’d seen it in the movies, but never in life.

“I will pay you a million general credits for the arrest of the murderer,” she said then.

“Ma’am, I’ve given you all I can.”

“You won’t help me have revenge?”

“Your son is dead, lady. He was killed by a big plan. A major design. If you try and get at it they won’t hesitate to blank you too.”

Corridor 23–97 triple-G S I was paved in crumbling plaster that had once been painted coral pink. At the far end of the Common Ground hallway was head locker 512–419. Folio had to climb a forty-foot ladder to reach the octangular slip where Charles Spellman slept.

When Johnson popped the lid he saw Spellman and his guest. Her hands were at either side of his head, holding down the rope across his throat. They were both naked. She was riding his erection while he came and came near to death. Tana looked up, the grin of a satisfied orgasm on her lips. Folio hit her with his fist. When she fell the boy started coughing and choking. He was spitting blood and trying to pull away from the weight of his assassin.

“Stop it, kid!” Folio yelled. “You’re okay!”

But Charles Spellman kept flailing and kicking until he finally pressed himself out of the sleep slip, knocking Folio to the side of the ladder. The young Itsie’s body crashed forty feet below. Folio swung back on the ladder and looked in at the girl. She wasn’t unconscious but neither was she aware. The detective descended the ladder, leaving her to moan in her victim’s bed.

At midnight he approached the Infochurch tabernacle on Middle Bowery. The Blue Abbot allowed him entrance when he mentioned a certain code given him by the splendid Doctor Kismet. He entered a private booth and knelt before the giant monitor, which instantly switched on.

A tall man, even taller than Folio, with one shining silver eye and one normal gray orb, appeared on the screen.

“Hello, Folio.”

“Ivan,” the last detective said.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to find me. You must be slipping.”

“I should have guessed when you gave Tana and her step-father my protocols.”

“I didn’t give your access code away, Folio,” the doctor said in a friendly voice. “I merely let them piggyback on a transmission from Home to you.”

“Why?”

“Such a large question.”

“I know most of the big stuff. You and the other corps had a thing working with the IS. You had a communications system that the Seekers stumbled onto without knowing it. IBC, Red Raven, MacroCode, and Randac. You killed the kids because somewhere in the trillion trillion trillion bits of data they downloaded for their afternoon talks there might have been some clue to your secret.”

“Congratulations,” Kismet said with a paternal smile.

“Why me?”

“Charles Spellman told Azuma Sherman on our own frequency that he was going to get in touch with you. When your name shows up on our system I am always contacted. I love you, Folio.”

“So you sent the assassin after me?”

“Only to check you out, to find out where your client might have been. She fell for you, you know. Another unit from the Blue Zone had already engaged the sixer. She fought him to save your life.”

“If you didn’t give her my protocols how did she follow me?”

“In your right-hand front pocket.”

Folio reached into his pants and came out with a tiny scrap of paper that had Tana Lynn’s number on it.

“Micro-mitter?”

“No.”

“Radioactive?”

“Nothing. Just what it appears to be, a simple piece of paper torn from a discarded instruction sheet.”

“So? How do you track that?”

Real pleasure came into the madman’s face. “We’ve made an amazing discovery, Folio. The most important discovery in the history of the world. Every atom, every electron, proton, and maybe all subatomic particles — they are all, each and every one of them, unique.”

A small subsystem in Folio’s eye began transcribing the doctor’s words.

“Unique? You mean you can tell one atom of oxygen from another one?”

“By submyrral variance mathematics we could give every electron on this planet a name.”

“She put this paper in my pocket...”

“... and we tracked it.”

“Usin’ submyyral whatever?”

Kismet grinned broadly. Folio knew how rare this was and he was afraid.

“What’s all this got to do with the kids?”

“Nothing, really. It’s just that they mistakenly downloaded a series of files in a secret intercorporate database.”

“What files?”

“My Dominar and certain investigative branches of Randac, Red Raven, and IBC had run across a gene-testing project that the IS has been conducting in preparation for their so-called race war. We had entered into negotiations with the Aryan branch of the organization to prepare, financially, for any situations that might arise.”

“Prepare what?”

“For whatever, my friend. Of course, these negotiations needed to be private. And even though we knew these children would be unlikely to break our codes, we had to take steps.”

“So you killed ten human beings just on the off chance that they might read a file?”

“Ten lives,” Kismet said on a sigh. “If the IS gets their way, billions will die. Billions.”

“So in order to stop them you had to kill the kids?”

“First we need to understand the viability of a genetically run race war. Then we’ll consider actions, if indeed there are actions to be taken.”

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