Matt came back close to noon and set about preparing the materials he needed for what he planned to do. First, he hauled of a bunch of 2x2’s from the back of the pickup truck and laid it in front of the house. Next, he carried several bags with him and placed it near the lumber. He had several rolls of wires, boxes of screws and nails, boxes of lightbulbs, electrical tapes, and two cheap CCTV cameras.
He did not purposely buy the cheap cameras. He asked for something easy enough to set up and was offered those. He could not understand the manual as it was all in Chinese but the man at the store showed him what to do and how to install the software. He showed him the different modes and told him about the limitations. The rep tried his hardest to upsell a better model to Matt but since most of them worked only with home Wi-fi networks and he didn’t have one set-up yet, Matt ended up with the cheapest. The rep was still okay, considering all the other purchases. He
Works for me, he thought as he sipped from a bottle.The braying of a singer, lamenting about a lost love and the comforts beer and his truck provided oozed from the speakers of the small restaurant. He chuckled and shook his head. His thoughts dwelt on the default sentiment of people over the years.Despite the downsides, he has followed, passively, the progress of society and often reflected on it. The apparent discontent, feelings of inadequacy, insecurity, and depression seemed to pace with the times. The further society developed, the more these feelings grew among the general populace.For him, this was a good thing. Where it took dozens upon dozens of unwilling victims a few decades ago, to maintain his state, now he only needed a few. Back then, it was truly lucky to happen upon even a small fraction of what people subjected themselves to nowadays. Now, that same effect could be replicated just by walking a busy street in a big city like New Yor
While Matt worked outside after she served him the snacks, Emmy noticed that her daughters started arguing. The TV programs from the broadcast channels had bored them. It was close to five in the afternoon and there were only dramas and reruns showing.Since no one was watching anymore, she turned the TV off and turned the radio on. Some music in the house would do them all some good, she reasoned. The reception from the stations were spotty, however, and Jean started pestering her to play her DVD instead. She relented. Gina fell asleep on the couch shortly after. Out of boredom, Emmy thought.Emmy only wanted to ensure they weren’t out of sight. As long as they were within range, she could act when needed. When Matt came in announcing he had gotten rid of the smell, she barely registered what he was saying. Absentmindedly, she proceeded to cook while her thoughts kept repeating her fears. Emmy dreaded nightfall.The only difference from the supper they ha
He thought about getting coffee but decided there was no need for it. Caffeine would only elevate the beating of his already tired heart. His mind was a mess. As their house shook, he was ready to head out and confront the people outside, the people harassing him.Trying to cling to rational explanations, Matt paced the room. He had to find something, he knew. But as the minutes ticked by, not even their increasing confidence that it was already over help. Even Emmy began to check the room. Though they finally got the courage to move about, they kept to the second floor. The children didn’t wake up. Matt was at least thankful for that. Checking his watch for the time, he saw it was only two in the morning.Leaving the room for longer periods was not possible, so he paced instead. Every time he went out, Emmy begged him not to go and just be with them. Matt was split between going down and checking the feed or staying. Staying was the easier option.He felt
Then there was smoke. Or something like it. Matt let the feed play at normal speed so he could check it closely. Then he played it again at twice the speed. His brows knotted.It wasn’t smoke. It did not behave like smoke. It appeared in different places, captured in different angles but they did not move like smoke would. Even the cloud of smoke that appeared in one area moved in several different directions, splitting into thinner veins.Fog?He discarded the notion. It was not thick enough and this place was never foggy. It was also high enough that if it were a fog bank, it would have covered the ground and hidden the tree trunks. The feed buzzed out.Matt almost jumped out of his chair as the sudden, jarring change in the video changed from normal picture to white noise, then to black. It buzzed out several times, changing from black to white to gray then settled on white. He was not prepared for it. Matt played the video at twic
Just as he was about to go back to the chair near the door where the table with the laptop was, Matt heard shuffling from upstairs. Looking out the window, he noted the sun was already starting its ascent in earnest, the angle of its rays less steep than when he last peeked. Listening, he noted that it was the children who were moving about. He knew Emmy would not be able to go to sleep again, at least not soon, but noted the lack of her voice in the argument upstairs.At least they didn’t wake up when it was happening, he thought.That brought a smile to his face, albeit a short one. Reaching the chair, he noticed something strange on the monitor. It looked to him like the screen was glitching. He sat down and leaned forward to inspect what it was. It was not the screen. It was the video.Having dismissed the artefacts as dust and hardware limitation, Matt stood up where he sat relieved. The video was now playing the parts where the hazy appariti
The very first thing Matt did after showering was to call his phone provider. He wanted to know more about the coverage of his plan and options for upgrading. The rep on the line who spoke broken English was just too happy to help. Matt ended up upgrading to unlimited everything – calls, texts, and interned. It cost him an additional hundred and ten dollars plus taxes and a renewed contract good for two years.He was also, apparently, getting a new phone in the mail because of the upgrade. All free, with a new number, and with basic plan of two hundred and fifty minutes, a hundred text messages, and a gigabyte of data a month. When he asked if he could change numbers from the phone he had to the one that was coming, he was asked to call back to do the transaction once he had the phone with him.During the course of the call, Matt was almost ready to drop the line and call again because of the rep. Not only did he have trouble understanding the rep, the rep also k
The large paper cup of coffee with two extra shots of espresso was still too hot despite having sat on his table for ten minutes. Cain decided to take the lid off while he waited. Both Jon and the college kid whose name he kept escaping him were late. He didn’t mind.He picked the later part of the afternoon to do the meeting for two reasons – because he stuck to a schedule and got work done in the mornings, and because it was not as hot later in the afternoon.Was it Jemaine? Jermain?Taking the cup, he tried to sip again. It was still too hot. He took a quick look around and noticed there weren’t a lot of people in the street. There was not that many customers inside the coffee shop either. He marveled at this briefly. Coffee shops had become like a statement, like a ticket to being cool, in the last ten years. Every time he went out or traveled, the only establishments that had more people in it at any given time other than fast foo
“Fuck!” Jon cursed when one of his recorders fell onto the floorboard.It fell when he braked as someone cut him off the freeway. Jon was already running late. He was never late. Well, mostly. He’d been looking forward to this day. It took ages to convince Cain to do the interview. He was looking forward to it so much that he forgot to charge some of his batteries.He did not need to be present. The college dude could have interviewed them separately. Cain declined. If he was not there, Cain was not going either. In a way, this made him feel appreciated. But only a little.Cain didn’t like to be around other people too much. He likes people, Cain once told him, but only in short bursts. He didn’t like to be called it but Cain was an empath. The only one he’s met personally and, from the number of articles and forum lurking Jon has done about the subject since, a very accomplished one, to a high degree.It's like a d