A b

Read memories from other writers marked with an * add your own writing about life in Liverpool in 2115 by selecting images without.

Liverpool Corporate Strata

*

*

*

*

Off the Grid / at ground level

The many faces of Estelle Fischer

 

*

*

*

*

*

*

*

Technology / Dysfunctional Technology

*

*

Memory and  Memory loss

*

*

*

Shortages and unrest

*

*

*

*

Trees and green spaces

Epidemics

*

*

*

*

*

*

 

 

 User: Jules Stewart

 D.O.B 05:09:2060

 Occupation: Pattern Surveillance Officer

 Resides: Liverpool Corporate Strata 19

 Verification rating: 89%

Use this menu to continue reading about my investigation

Part 1.

Blank - for your imagination to fill...

Uncategorised

 

Investigation Number: 167

Entry 5.

Loretta Parkes opens the door of Cube 3434, Strata five, a toes width and squints in the bright light of midday streaming into her cube from behind me. She pulls a faded, ancient, floral dressing gown around her. Purple hair in two plaits, half unwound hangs down around her face.

   ‘Sorry if I woke you up,’ I say. ‘Late night?’

   ‘I work in the Laughing Boy Breakfast Bar factory, night shift,’ She says. Having seen my credentials on the network already she asks, ‘Are you here about Estelle?’

   ‘Yes. Is now an ok time to talk?’

    She lets go of the door frame that had been holding her up and steps back into her room, ‘Ok I guess. You’d better come in.’

    I step over a coat and a pair of sandals, this cube seems familiar, same mess as Estelle’s, but far smaller, just room for a small table, one chair and a sleep pod. I resist the urge to push things away with my foot as I stand on a small island of concrete flooring. One tiny window lets light in from an internal shaft, optimistically called a sunshine vent. On the sill sits a small cactus, good choice, with the water restrictions on Strata five, although it doesn’t look happy.

   ‘That's Frida.' Loretta says.

   She gathers a bundle of clothes from the small metal chair and I sit on it. She perches on the corner of the table, pushing back a clutter of junk and dirty pots with her hip. Perfume injections and jewellery, that seem out of place on strata five. Loretta catches my glance and says, ‘Estelle’s hand me downs.’ She yawns and rubs a hand over her eyes.

   I notice a magnetic pulsar reflector on the floor too, probably also courtesy of Estelle.

   ‘I don’t really know anything useful. Probably nothing you don’t already know. Estelle was a friend. We met at college, studied history. Her mother got her a job and a cube on Strata twenty-five. I got myself a job in the factory and here I am.’

   ‘How would you describe Estelle?’ I ask.

   ‘Lucky,’ she says, ‘sorry, that sounded mean. But you know she does have it all, she’s lucky.’

   ‘Perhaps, but we don’t know what’s happened to her yet. Let’s just hope her luck's held out.'

   ‘Even now, even though she’s disappeared, she’s in all the Newspulse items and Jet Wong’s offered a huge reward for any information. If I disappeared no one would even notice. If Estelle disappeared under the bridge she'd come up smiling.’

   ‘What else can you tell me about her? What was her character like? Had she been depressed recently?’

   ‘She’s happy, always bloody happy. She sucks happiness out of everyone else and so she’s the happiest person ever. This will just be something crazy no doubt. She’ll be holed up with Justin and not noticed everyone’s looking for her.’

   ‘And Justin is?’

   ‘New boyfriend, definitely one she won’t be introducing to her Mother.’ Loretta is now stood up, hands on hips and is about to say more but closes her mouth and lowers herself back down on the corner of the table, ‘Sorry, I’m just tired,’ she says.

   ‘Can you give Justin’s contact details, then I’ll be off and you can go back to sleep.’

   She shares them with me over the network.

   ‘Thanks,’ I say, ’and one last thing when did you last see Estelle?’

   ‘A few weeks back,’ her eyes scan as she checks the details in her memory store, ‘Saturday 8th June, a party here at Everton Heights, Strata twenty. She left with Justin.’

   ‘This seems a good place for parties, Everton Heights.’

   ‘Yes, good if you have a friend who can let you in at the right level because no parties are happening around here anytime soon.’ she laughs,       'Can you imagine.’ Flinging her arms out she can almost touch both walls of her cube. On cue a neighbour to the left bangs a fist on the wall. Footsteps cross the floor above this cube, two pairs of feet. A bass beat vibrates the ceiling and through the wall to the right voices mutter.

   ‘You have your feet on the corporate rung, better than being stuck at street level.’

   ‘Not complaining,’ she says.

   ‘So you haven’t seen Estelle then since the 8th June? Isn’t that unusual? Don’t you normally spend a lot of time together?’

   ‘Sometimes we do, sometimes we don’t,’ she shrugs

   ‘You don’t seem worried.’

   ‘I never worry about Estelle, like I say, she’s lucky. And she certainly never worried about me.’

   I stand up to leave.‘Get in touch if you remember anything that might help.’

   The door begins to slide open but then judders and stops half way. Loretta kicks it, 'Damn tech,' she says as it whirs back to life and then winces at the daylight as it opens fully.

 

 

 

Use this menu to continue reading about my investigation

Part 1.