Opens his window and throws his virtual assistant down in the pedestrian zone. Fuck the penalty points! He gives the finger to the drone filming him and the little heap of high-tech rubbish. For weeks now Patuk has asked himself why he has such strange thoughts when he wakes up. Words in his head that are totally unknown to him in a waking state. Today he woke up and heard the virtual assistant quietly murmuring:

“1995, Chechen separatists bury a cesium-137 dirty bomb in a park. No fatalities. So far. In 2004, members of al-Qaeda were arrested in London. They had plans to blow up radioactive materials that were to be taken from smoke detectors and deployed in specific locations. In Anders Breivik’s 2011 manifesto there are detailed descriptions of methods of attack using radiological weapons and strikes on nuclear power plants. A study by the US Government Accountability Office about the security of medical radioactive sources attested to grave security failings at some hospitals.”

Without realizing what had happened or what it meant, Patuk had flung the device out into the street like a disgusting insect. Below, a few men in nightshirts kick the rubbish to the side as they walk past, and Patuk can’t get the words “radiological terror attack” out of his head.

Like a bad song.

Kendrick Lamar

Really can’t be sung along to

Notices

KAREN