Chonza- Chapter 1: Crisis

A dull morning, the sun, like always, was covered by smog and acid rain clouds, “you wouldn’t know it was there if you were born yesterday” Jacobs’ would always say.
You wouldn’t know anything if you were born yesterday, Michael thought, At least that was his general impression from all the newborns he has ever met, though he has only met one.
It was Michaels’ impression that Jacobs isn’t very smart.
The fertility of humans (and all animals for that matter) is so bleak that the population of all living things is maybe only 10 percent of what it once was. The Earth is quieter now than almost any other time in its history, Michael is depressed, he thinks this is the reason.
His doctors think it’s a lack of Vitamin B and they added it to his daily Vitamin injection.
Michael remembers food and tries to think of it whilst enduring his morning shots, he could only conjure up a vague memory of his fathers’ thirtieth birthday, everyone eating some succulent pork from the spit, the smell. That’s what he could remember, the smell.
Food is expensive now, still available, but much more expensive. Most people live off shots of essential vitamins and minerals and a cheap stomach filler. This is bleak and Michael thinks this could be another reason for his depression.
On his way to work, Michael passes ancient fast food outlets, reduced to selling imitation chips and flavoured filler. People like the familiarity of take-out. Restaurants aren’t accessible to regular people anymore.
It’s not really fast food since a vending machine injection takes seconds, it’s just an outdated term that people still use to feel like everything is normal.
At work, Michael and Jacobs’ are the yes men for an eccentric Philanthropist named Sam who has pledged to solve the problems of the world. So far, he’s come up with the vitamin shots… Michael despises Sam for this and wishes he could’ve come up with something better.
Michael wants to drown himself in beer, he had gotten a taste for it in college but then the malt and barley fields died. The liquor that is available has become so tainted with artificial additives that he can’t drink a shot without getting an almost immediate headache.
Jacobs drinks the stuff like a fish, he also looks a little like a fish, with those bug eyes that seem to stick on the side of his face, not so much that he doesn’t look normal, but just slightly. He’s got a short pointy nose and a long face. Michael can’t stand him. He hasn’t done anything wrong, but his demeanour is off-putting and he occasionally makes obscene jokes that would have only been at home in the 20th century.
Jacobs is waiting out the front of work, which is really just a warehouse with a bunch of smarties and a couple of go-getters (Michael and Jacobs) inside.
Jacobs says immediately “we got our work cut out for us buddy”
“What do you mean?” Michael replied
“Apparently Fast Foods not making any profits and people are dodging their shots. It seems they would rather starve” Jacobs was glad he has the upper hand “don’t you read the news?”.
“I skimmed through it” depressed about this also, Michael didn’t want to go into why he doesn’t keep up with current affairs even though it’s part of his job.
“Well they’re rioting, people want real food, apparently.” Jacobs starts walking into the warehouse.
“Not much we can do about it” Michael replies opening the door to see Sam waiting on the other side.
“That’s no attitude to have their little buddy, you two are late.” Sam said condescendingly “I’m not paying you for destitution, I’m paying you for Institution! I want an idea from both of you by lunchtime”
“nice one” Jacobs leered at Michael.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s