Day Of The Drones
By Will Brodie
()
About this ebook
Journalist Isabel ‘Hattie’ Balast and just-retired footballer Justin ‘Ex’ Proverse are an unlikely couple.
But when Hattie writes about them being attacked by microdrones, is art imitating life… or is she courting disaster?
Related to Day Of The Drones
Related ebooks
The Truth Of Being... And other shit Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Spectacular Simon Burchwood Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wait . . . What?!: Life Advice From a Ghetto Genius Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Life Is Magic: My Inspiring Journey from Tragedy to Self-Discovery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Planet Earth—Musings from a Tormented Soul Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Anger Management Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Reborn: Rude Awakening Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPrimeval Scream Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDoubts of the Heart Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThanks for the Memory Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Like Poop Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsConceal Reveal: The Space between Entrepreneurs and the Defense Industry Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Thoughts of Harry Stottle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrom the Outside Looking In: A Boomer's Memoir Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNFL Confidential: True Confessions from the Gutter of Football Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Allegory Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Life and Times of Wilberforce Jones: The Saga of Wilberforce, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPeacemaker Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKill Me Twice: (A John Cansler Novel – Book 2) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTargeting Telepathy: Telepath Trilogy, #3 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Build or Destroy: "The guide to grinding" Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Gospel According to John Cleese: Quotes from The Comic Messiah Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ball Four Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This Is Gonna Hurt: The Life of a Mixed Martial Arts Champion Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Me: Frankie Sidebottom Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Brummagem Screwdriver Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Horsemen: Operative Under Fire Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAllegory of the Chicken Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Remains of Civilisation Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBuried in the Walls: A petty criminal/drug addict’s travels through the Washington State penal system Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Dystopian For You
I Am Legend Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Prophet Song: A Novel (Booker Prize Winner) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silo Series Collection: Wool, Shift, Dust, and Silo Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Animal Farm: A Fairy Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Camp Zero: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tender Is the Flesh Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Malice: Award-winning epic fantasy inspired by the Iron Age Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Long Walk Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Who Have Never Known Men Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/51984 (Original English Edition) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Handmaid's Tale Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The School for Good Mothers: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Trail of Lightning Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The End We Start From Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Running Man Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Deluge Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Simulacra Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Outlawed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lathe Of Heaven Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Moon of the Crusted Snow: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The End of the World Running Club Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/51984 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Reviews for Day Of The Drones
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Day Of The Drones - Will Brodie
Day Of The Drones
Will Brodie
Published by Combiner Publishing, 2017.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DAY OF THE DRONES
First edition. July 31, 2017.
Copyright © 2017 Will Brodie.
ISBN: 978-0994244628
Written by Will Brodie.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
DAY OF THE DRONES | By Will Brodie
Sign up for Will Brodie's Mailing List
About the Author
Dedication
For the patient.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted by any person or entity (including Google, Amazon or similar organizations) in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, scanning or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the publisher. For permission to reproduce, store or transmit any part of this book, please email info@willbrodie.com
Every endeavour has been made to contact copyright holders to obtain the necessary permission for use of copyright material in this book. Any person who may have been inadvertently overlooked should contact the publisher.
ISBN: 978-0994244635
Disclaimer:
All care has been taken in the preparation of the information herein, but no responsibility can be accepted by the publisher or author for any damages resulting from the misinterpretation of this work. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Cover image: © Manuel Presti
www.willbrodie.com
DAY OF THE DRONES
By Will Brodie
I like my footy and I go to a few games, but I’m no fanatic and I had to do some research before I interviewed the newly-retired Justin Proverse. Did I hate him? Was he one of those dirty players I’d yelled at during a game? I tend to blurt things out.
Yes, I’m outspoken; I have no filter. Well, I have a little bit of a filter when I first meet interviewees; my friends love that being a journo means I have to shut up and listen to other people, they think that’s a karmic zinger. But it’s fair to say I can be blunt.
I think it’s just that other people are quieter than me... OK, a lot of people... But I digress.
Justin Proverse was no big star, but in Melbourne, any sort of AFL player offers a hook, even for a sidebar in the employment section on coping with a career change. Yes, your honour, I admit I wasn’t expecting a Rhodes Scholar conversant in Japanese tea ceremonies and 19th-century social theory. But I’m not a cynical snob, I swear. I was hoping this footy player would be decent and fun and smart.
You never know what you’re going to get, that’s the beauty of reporting, or of life really, if you’re in the right headspace, so I prepared to meet him full of kindness and bliss, pretending I’d just been given a free Cupcakes ‘R’ Us voucher, my tinsel eyelashes glittering and butterflies in my bonnet top.
**********
The day after my send-off, I was propped up in the middle of my flat, my mangled leg in front of me, my oily agent Tully herding in business types looking for a cut of my ‘investment dollar’.
AFL players don’t make silly cash like American footballers, but for the brief time we’re in the league, we do alright. This was my big chance to set myself up.
The first bloke I saw was a deadset used car salesman. He was flogging some sort of phone case franchise, but he really belonged in a fringe suburb behind a chain-link fence talking up ‘99 Camiras. People think I’m measured, but I know when to go and when to stay; I based a footy career on it. I herded the salesman out quick smart, then I cancelled the other meetings, and sacked Tully.
He was baffled. He tried to sound morally outraged, then he tried to sound like he was my dad, then he tried on sounding hurt and confused. Anyone with an ego thinks they can act.
I shook his hand as warmly as I could, feeling a bit of an actor myself, wanting him out of my house and out of my life, relieved to be making overdue changes.
Whatever I did now, it would be me making the decisions, no-one else to blame.
Now that Tully’s chancers were subtracted, what was left on my to-do list?
A meeting with a drone salesman guy my mate Rex had set up, the nutter. Then ‘Isabel Balast’, a journo who wanted to talk about career transition or something. I didn’t have much for her.
**********
I’m blunt and... I’ve got an overactive imagination. No, bugger that. My imagination is perfectly healthy, and everyone who thinks I’m weird is as boring as bat shit. A very respectable online quiz confirmed that my inner child is aged seven, and is ‘... silly and rowdy and hyper, the kind who hates to be told to sit still’.
You’re getting the picture, aren’t you? You figure I’m an overactive, over-assertive pain in the arse. Well, relax. Sheesh. Sometimes I’m a monk; I swear. I’ve got gears. I can pull off the responsible adult thing, OK?
I pass all this on so you have context when I tell you that my alter ego Michaela Mementori educed herself from me after two glasses of Pinot Gris and an unverifiable quantity of daiquiris on a special Friday night a couple of years ago. Michaela is an award-winning, capital-W Writer my age, a literary superhero with no interest in cupcakes or Battlestar Galactica or cats. She’s won a Miles Franklin, next stop the Man Booker. She is so charismatic even non-readers want her on TV show panels; she is the young feminist superhero of our times and she has a fabulous sex life, though she’s tied to no-one. Et cetera.
Now, don’t get any ideas: I don’t need an alter ego to salve some deep-seated angst, OK? We’re not doing any penny-ante psychoanalysis here. It’s just that when unexpected psychological house guests arrive, you’ve got to roll with them, don’t you? Michaela turns up when she wants, usually when I’ve had a few, and she is fun, more so than me, so she gets to stay, and that is officially that.
Well, lately, I haven’t been myself. I’ve been Michaela Mementori. A lot of the time.
And... Michaela sorta kinda blew off the interview I’d scheduled with the footballer.
Which was very bad, yes. Granted. Terrible, more like it. You’re going to think we’re unprofessional. But we most definitely are not. You can’t be a woman with a seven-year-old inner child and have a career in journalism or high-lit if you’re unprofessional. And we want these careers.
**********
I thought sussing out Absimil and his drones were the start of my post-footy life, but it was really Isabel ‘Hattie’ Balast. Seems obvious now, but a journo who wants to interview me about my future career? It didn’t exactly scream life-changer. But Hattie was unlike any other journo I’d met. Or any other person. She either frowned like a cartoon of a sulky baby or beamed