1-18:Epilogue
Posted: July 21st, 2009 | Author: Lisa Sinclair | Filed under: Elvis, Epilogue | No Comments »In the background of an airport somewhere in the world, a nasally challenged announcement was being made:
‘Will a Mister Pilt Down, arrived on BSD flight 945 from Melbourne, Tullamarine please report immediately to security checkpoint Three-Five.’
At the checkpoint in question, a passport was pushed across the desk in front of the customs officer.
She opened it, with a bored expression and checked the biometric data against that just taken by the machines.
It all matched. It always did.
She longed for a mismatch so she could justifiably shoot someone. Ever since these new passports came into force, her job had become one of rote and boredom. A machine could have done it. Read the rest of this entry »
