Here's chapter three...if you don't know what the title is, then please look at the topic, or read THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS FIRST. Lol, see ya at the end of this installment. Here it is.
I have now edited this, so here's the new and improved (well, I hope so at least...) chap. 3.
Three <^> Space Call
The young man pulled out the thing that was in the box. He had run away from Conscilia, and he was almost out of Texas, near where Dallas had used to be. He was planning to head through Oklahoma and meet some people on the edge of Kansas, but first he had to make this call.
The thing in the box looked simply like a circle with two levers coming from the top and bottom, and crossing each other, to make an X. It was basically a universal cell phone—only this was the cheap one… with one problem: you could only make one ‘call’ on it, although you could receive as many as you wanted.
The man flipped the levers so that they were wedged into grooves on opposite sides of the ‘phone’. He felt on the back—where there was a slight inclined plane, which made the device more comfortable to hold—and found a scroll wheel. He touched the scroll wheel, and a screen appeared on the front of the device. You could scroll down or up to find different functions on the phone. The man rolled it in his index finger until he found the icon he wanted. It was an interesting animation, which showed a pulley looped around two planets, and it was pulling them together. The man pressed the scroll wheel, selecting the program (which was to make a space call, where you could talk to people on different planets, and also, for a small roaming fee, in a different galaxy). He screwed each of the levers around 180°, and finally used the scroll wheel to dial the number he wanted to call. He held the phone up to his head — one lever at his mouth, the other at his ear. He had made the call.
Dude, you’d better pick up, the young man thought.
He heard a voice on the phone, and he punched the air. His friend had picked up. “Hey man,” the younger man said through the universal phone.
“Hey,” his friend said.
“Look, I know you’re busy out there, but I’m in a bit of trouble here, so I was just wondering if maybe, you know, you could come back here to Earth for a little while? Anytime you were planning on coming recently?”
“Um, no, I can’t, dude. Sorry, but this just isn’t the right time for me—actually, this is the worst time, and I’ve got a really important meeting coming up. Sorry, but I gotta go now. Can you get back to me sometime?” His friend spoke really quickly, obviously wanting to get off.
“What? No! I can’t, they didn’t have any good phones here! I can only make one call! Please, man, don’t warp on me now! Please!”
“Sorry, I gotta warp! I absolutely have to get to this meeting… I have to. Sorry.”
“Wait, you have re-dial on your phone, right? Call me back! Put my number in your calling list! Speed dial!”
But it was too late. The man’s friend was gone, and he had no more calls. All the money he spent, and nearly getting himself killed… for what? A two-minute conversation that was practically worthless? Unless his friend would call him back… but why did he doubt that his friend would? He’s ‘too busy’ smuggling, the young man thought. Flippin’ criminals.
He closed the phone down, putting the levers back in the X position, and reached out to throw the phone through the window on his vehicle. But then he thought better of it and just shook it in his hand. If his friend was going to call him back, he’d need the phone. He stuffed it into his pocket and kicked down on the accelerator pedal of his vehicle.
He heard the sirens behind him, but still didn’t bother to slow down. What the crap, he thought, I might as well have some fun if I’m gonna die anyways. Geez, I wish I’d never have become a criminal. How come friends can have so freakin’ much of an influence on me? I am such a retarded punk.
He drove away from the cop, and then laughed as he saw an old chopper pull up behind him. There was a guy with a gun looking out the window. The young man just smiled and sped up more.
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