The Mind Chronicles – Volume Two

THE MIND CHRONICLES – VOLUME TWO

Nothing Stays the Same;

FAIRBANKS, ALASKA – NOVEMBER, THE YEAR 2075

ABRAHAM BENDO TOWER

The Mind stands looking out the large window of his highrise apartment building… Smoking a long Cigarette.

DAY 17

THE MIND COMPU-JOURNAL

Things are a bit more dismal here than I had hoped…

Though I have successfully entered, and integrated into this time, with minimal questions asked, the Planet has many “Outstanding” problems… Problems swept under the proverbial rug so to speak.

Such as the Mutants…

I’m hoping that by locating myself in the remote North West Region, where it does often snow, I will be at least largely free of Mutant interaction.

From what I have ascertained, at least 6 of the 7 Breeds do not like the cold.

I try not to think of the 7th Breed… Or what I refer to as “Nomads”.

The Mind takes a long hit off his cigarette, and pours himself a drink, as a Great Snow Storm starts to brew outside his window.

He then steps over to his COMPU-JOURNAL, which blinks in green, waiting for him to hit ENTER.

“Well if that isn’t a nice calm way of saying “Please God don’t let the Zombies get me!”, than I don’t know what is.

He hits “ENTER” with a CLICK.

“Mind are you there?” a voice suddenly comes from his telecommunicator.

The Mind approaches the device, and touches it, which brings forth a hologram of High Senate Richards.

“Ah there you are…” Richards replies.

“Hello High Senator…” The Mind glumly acknowledges him.

“I just wanted to let you know that your Global Telecast has been confirmed for tomorrow evening… It will be good for the survivors of the world to hear a few words from you… Curer of The Spangor Epidemic” Richards expresses.

“I shall do my best Senator, I’m not exactly “Media Savvy”…”.

The Mind than casts a maniacal grin.

“Some how I doubt that…” Richards replies.

The Hologram disappears.

The Mind then steps over to a long mirror on his Living Room wall, where he looks at his blond hair and beard.

“This shall not due…” he then touches the ends of his beard and hair with a glowing blue pen looking instrument, and his hair turns black.

NEXT TIME… “ZOMBIES BEWARE”… OR WAS IT, “BEWARE OF ZOMBIES”

DarkJade-

PHOTO CREDIT – Fairbanks Picture

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