Golden Age, Episode 4, Part 1
People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.
After sitting through math class, I headed to my english class. The classroom for english was out in the library building and it had started to spit a mixture of snow and rain.
I pulled the hood of my sweater up and hoped that I wouldn’t need to spend much time outside in the wet. Because we were in the middle of writing a paper I would have plenty of time to fool around on the school computers.
Taking my usual seat in the back of the classroom I booted up the ancient school computers. I took out m y acme phone and entered the url from the ad.
The website that loaded was simple. You entered your email address and instructions for the job would be email to you.
I was conflicted. A part of me wanted to enter an email and see what happened, but I also didn’t know if this was going to lead to me getting in over my head.
Taking a few precautions seemed to be like the appropriate course of action so I created a dummy email account and forwarded it through two others before it would make it to my phone.
Acme Hero Inc. said that their phones were unable to be hacked or get viruses but I wasn’t going to take them on their word when it was pretty simple to add extra security.
Filling my new email address I waited.
I had time to work on my essay before I felt the familiar buzz on my left arm indicating that I had an email. Knowing what the email was about I used restraint and waited to check it after class.
Passing period was only five minutes, which meant going to the bathroom between classes was a rushed affair. The bathrooms always fill up as girls try to pee before class.
Knowing this I resigned myself to the fact that I would be late to another class. When the bathroom was clear I picked the cleanest looking stall and had a seat.
Hanging my bag from the hook on the stall door I pulled out my mask. Putting it on I watched the familiar loading screen and waited for it to pair with the phone.
Once the pairing was complete I pulled up the email. The email itself didn’t tell me a lot. The only branding on the email was a stylized ‘F’ in the top right corner.
The email told me to go to the corner of eleventh and twenty-second at midnight. I would be picked up and shown what the job was.
The sender of the email was very careful to not give any indication about what the job entailed. Closing the email, I removed my mask and headed to class. I was tardy, and since it was my second one of the day I was sent to the office. Being a superhero sucks sometimes.
Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.