Tara - Thoughtcrime
Inspired by STFUmarrieds:
Tara looked down at her glass of Beaujolais Nouveau morosely, wishing she had a fuller wine to help drown her sorrow. She sat alone, on her dingy love-seat in front of the telescreen. Even as the beautiful vistas scanned soothingly across the screen in their dedicated attempt to relax viewers, she couldn't bring her mind away from Tom and how he'd hurt her. She was hoping some of her comrades would take her out to help keep her mind from the pain, but surprisingly, none of them seemed to be available to entertain her. She'd already pinged Sharon four times in the last half-hour, but received no replies.
"I'll ping her again." thought Tara aloud as she reached for a strip of Stenograpaper.
The small strip transcribed her words into text as she spoke, "PING Sharon: Where are you? I need you to take me out of my head for a few hours tonight! Please reply! -Tara"
She then slipped the note into the pneumatic tube that was suspended from the ceiling by her seat. Peeling a new strip Stenograpaper, she had it interpret again. "STAT-UP FB: /me thinks Tom is a dirty cheating bastard." As it vanished into the tube she reached for her wine glass instead of following the urge to send successive status updates. As she emptied the glass, she felt darkness gathering around her.
Twelve hours later Tara awoke from her alcohol induced coma with a headache.
"Ugh…" She grunted as she pressed her palm to her forehead. She wished the FDA would hurry up and approve Soma for use in the States. It had been months since her last trip to Canada and she'd already depleted her only supply. Hence, her mini coma thanks to the cheap wine she kept handy.
Her palm still pressed to her head, she used her free hand to snatch a slip of Stenograpaper. She had it scrawl another status update to Facebook so her comrades would all know she wanted distraction.
It had been fifteen minutes of no responses from anyone, so she decided to clean up and go have some recreational rebound sex.
Grabbing her Malthusian belt, Tara hurried out the door.
As she waited in queue in the local Orgy-Club, she removed a strip of Stenograpaper from her pocket and had it convert a brief message. She poked it into one of the pneumatic holes by the entrance of the club.
After man number four, she realized that she was now even more obsessively thinking about Tom. Feeling angrier than before she gathered up her clothes and belt and made her way home. As soon as she was inside, she sent another status update through the tube. She turned to realize her telescreen had a Ping waiting. It was from Sharon. "Its about bloody time!" exclaimed Tara angrily. "She should've responded hours ago!"
It was a message of warning. Even though Sharon was vague, Tara knew that the cryptic message was telling her the Status Police were on to her. It was then that she finally realized she'd exceeded her update limits of consecutive rants and she knew it was only a matter of time before the Status Police were at her door.
"Damnit, Tom! This is all your fault, you fucking moron!" she screamed as a pounding sounded from her apartment door.