Curtchweilder's Scavenger Hunt (Cont.)

"Scavenger Hunt," it said, in ornate, golden text. Confused, he scratched more. As he scratched, more text began to take shape. "Go to the library. There you will find the next clue." What library? Before he could ponder further, his door was thrown open. Mr. Fountaindrink burst into the office in a flurry of hair and loose paperwork. He plopped a large pile of folders on Curtchweilder's desk and was halfway down the hall before shouting back "sue all these people!" Exhaling, Fenton swept the unnoticed pile of white debris into the waste-paper basket, pocketed the photo and went to work.

Day 11 (continuing from day 10)

(I thought this was shortly before the crash? Didn't Syt or Salvatore mentions something about the Assigners before his speech? Or am I just making that up...)

"And that is where you come in, Gene. What the Bearers failed to take advantage of is the assignment of knowledge. My brother (my whole family, for that matter) understands well the power associated with information. When the internet was first created, we realised it's potential for hoarding the collected knowledge. 'Bearing,' if you will. We also realised the potential for power this created. Anyone who wanted to know anything would have come to us. Governments, corporations, powerful people the world over would be beholden to us! Where my family and I disagreed is in the applicaion of knowledge. The Bearers locked it away, but then what? Does a sword in the sheath have any power? Yes, it can intimidate, pacify, that is true. But a sword to the throat can dominate, enslave, cower the strongest of foes. Gene, what they failed to understand is that knowledge is a weapon. I intend to use it."

Day... 10? I think?

Picking up from day 6 on this blog. Are we doing this first person or third? I'll start in first and we can change it later.

"Go get em!" Yells Hank with a sudden laugh. The green light stays a few doors ahead of me as the hallway gradually curves to the right and down. I pick up speed, hurtling downhill as the angle of the floor increases. If I can just go a little faster... but no, the light keeps pace with me, remaining a door or two beyond my reach. I glance back over my shoulder for a second to see how far I've come, and immediately run full speed into a door at the end of the hall. How the hell did that get there? There was nothing but hallway a second ago, and yet here it is, solid, a bright green light above it. I pick myself up off the floor and reach for the handle.

Day 6

I don't have time to start this off right now. Have at it.

Day 5

(Continued from day 1)

I'm lost in thought when the message comes through. The buzzer above the antiquated com screen set in the pod's ceiling rattles annoyingly. I hit a small green button, more to make the sound stop than to hear whatever it is whoever is calling has to say. AG's face snaps into view, elongated and fuzzy, his voice broken. 

"H llo? H   o?" I slap the monitor a few times and he pops into focus. Old piece of shit.

"Is that better? There. Good morning, Charles!"

"Yup. What can I do for you?"