It seems as if Drones are omnipresent. Their ever-seeing eye and omniscient connection to command central, plus the ability to dispense enforcement, retribution, and judgment makes for an interesting environment. For those residents willing to honor the rules and regulations life was good. Every thing that was available could be theirs if they needed or wanted it. For those who could not or would not honor the rules and regulations they found life less hospitable. There really was no opportunity break the rules because everyone’s behavior is so closely monitored that the deviants were too quickly identified and dealt with to even cause an eye brow to be raised.
Martin’s family was anxious about the pending move but each of the four kids understood the reason. Martin. Try as they might Martin would not accept the rules of Brightonville. He insisted on trying to avoid detection and was perfectly happy to disobey the best efforts of his family, mentor, and guardian angle. Brighton, the new place of residence, had all of the same advantages as Brightonville with one dramatic addition. Martin was fully aware that he was the cause of the move and to some extent he felt sorry that it had to happen but he didn’t like it in Brightonville it was too constraining he couldn’t be free to be who he was. He had to be too good, too polite, too caring, too willing to sacrifice his time to help someone else. After all when would he get some time of his own? When would he get to goof off with his friends, play the video games he wanted to play and especially have the opportunity to play Dragons and Dungeons?
At first Martin noticed little difference in this new environment. He did what he wanted to, when he wanted to. The first indication was his score was lower than before, his parents were paying more attention and their encouragement was getting a bit oppressive. His mentor wanted to talk even more often than before and he was now more discouraging than encouraging. That’s all right Martin thought I don’t have to listen any more. With that thought a tone sounded in his ear and he watched as his value dropped quite a few more points. Martin went downstairs and asked “dad can I take the car go to the mall”. After a moment his dad responded “yes but apparently you will either have to take transit or walk.” After waiting for a moment to see how Martin responded he added “Apparently your choices have lost you that privilege.” With that Martin’s selfishness got the better of him and he started to rationalize his actions. “I thought that is why we left Brightonville so that I could have more freedom!” “Sorry, with freedom comes responsibility and accountability”. The words had hardly finished coming out of his Dad’s mouth before Martin whirled around and stormed out of the door. Martin didn’t notice but his value dropped precipitously. Trying to keep from running he headed toward the transit stop.
Martin’s cell phone rang. It was Frank his mentor. He didn’t answer it. His score dropped some more. By the time he reached the transit stop he had worked himself into anger and was looking for something to punch. Reaching out to touch the ticket dispenser a red light turned on and he could read access denied. Martin hadn’t noticed that his value had fallen below the point privilege. His temper exploded. He pushed the button harder this time and felt an electrical shock. Not painful but still shocking. Not to be deterred he stepped back so that he could kick it… And woke up in his room.