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Chapter 2-A Home

 

Jeff Freeman, a twenty-year old man sitting in the living room of his dead, run-down apartment in the rundown Lawrence of tomorrow, readjusted his glasses and sat still for a second, then, like a rocket, typed an entire page of his novel, The Legacy of Harford, in under ten seconds. He then paused, thought, then repeated himself. His mind was completely empty of stress and all his memories of what stress was had gone to the “Memory Machine.” Now, he still had anger, pain, sorrow—all that, but what had blocked his work from being published was his stress, and, for a fee, he was able to eliminate it. He was a tall man with messy medium length brown hair, contact lenses, a button-up shirt, and jeans. As he wrote, he turned to the TV and watched the news, then wrote. This is Jeff Freeman.

Then, there was a bang as Laura kicked the door open. Marching in, she glared at Freeman for a moment, then snarled, “Freeman, you basterd, I almost died in there!”

“Almost died? That's impossible!” Freeman replied. “The only way you could die is through the disease, and…and I forgot to tell you that, didn't I?”

A look of anger on her face, Laura nodded. “If I'd known about that, I wouldn't have even dared. But all you told me was that it'd help me—but it's only made it worse. That memory may be gone, but the pain—even with the pills, I still feel the pain from the symptoms, you basterd! You should have-.”

“Shh!” Freeman hissed, putting his finger on her mouth. “Someone will hear you, Laura! Just calm down. Look at me. I was able to go the whole two weeks and survive.” He than embraced her. “You can, too, Laura. You just have to believe in your ability to remember. Okay?”

Laura was silent for a moment, and then said, “Yeah, I understand.” She then left his embrace and said, “I'm gonna change. I'm thinking about going for a walk.” With that, she left for her room. Freeman waited till she was gone, and then looked out the window to see a government search vehicle traveling down the street.

“Oh, no,” he said to himself. “Oh, god, no. They've come…they've come for Jorgen.” Meanwhile, Laura dressed in a society fit outfit, left to take a walk that would introduce her to a revolution.