“Who does he think he is?” said the Russian-born Kypolai, “try to mess with me, I mess back at you!” ##### 17:17 ##### Unaware of the developments occurring within the walls of the Public Affairs building, Agras left the farmer and the bank and enthusiastically / dance’d his way back to the corner of Huvin and Nihiri-Strasse. He found the farmer’s generosity to be an omen, He was curious as to what Reeloy had to say, if he knew everything, then he’d surely know of Agras’ forced migration and maybe even further details. “This is gonna be great, he’s annoying but I have to give him a try, maybe he’s part of the new update or something,” He said to Himself. As Agras approached Reeloy, He heard an unusually familiar sound, “MAIL!!!” He said in a very deep, loud, and obnoxious yet exciting voice. “/iOmega.” Agras looked at his watch and opened his inbox. The sender was Kypolai from Public Affairs. When His eyes on the screen read Kypolai, His heart dropped. “What did Agras do now?” He opened the message and noticed it was in CAPS: DEAR AGRAS, DUR TO YOUR ACTIONS OF THE PAST FEW MINUTES, YOUR EXILE SENTENCE HAS INCREASED. YOU WILL BE AUTOMATICALLY TELEPORTED TO OTULP AT 18:18 HOURS, BYPASSING THE SPACE MIGRATION STATION. YOUR HARSHER SENTENCE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN DISTASTEFULLY, OTULP IS FULL OF FUN AND EXCITING ADVENTURES AND I PROMISE YOU’LL ENJOY IT! SEE YOU SOON! BEST REGARDS, KYPOLAI Grand President, Department of Public Affairs Completely and utterly befuddled, all He wanted to do now as speed to Reeloy to figure out what’s going on—otherwise it would be all over. Agras put away his iOmega 3 and continued to approach Reeloy. He could hear the annoying buffoon off in the distance. He could spot Reeloy. Agras drew his knife once again and went running through the air. The tip of his knife went soaring towards the heart of Reeloy, “whatever, at least it’s fun, even if I can’t kill him.” 220
Reality Hackers : Extended : Faces of Agras (Short fiction)