Freedom man.

Oh, the wonderful life of freedom! No rules, no responsibilities, no care!

God, I love it! Day after day I wonder why people look at me with  pity or disgust. Why?

Really… I see all these masses of people and cars rushing one way in the morning and another way at night. Not many off them people look very happy to me. Stressed out, worried? Yes, there is plenty of that.

And here I am – on a side of the road. Laying about in a gutter, not a worry, mate. I have my smokes, my drink, and my freedom to do nothing. I am not worried about being late because I am not going anywhere. I am not worried about loosing my job and my house because I don’t have them.

This is my choice of life. I live like this because I want to. I love freedom. As simple as that. I just love having nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Except, of course, my trusted old bag.  Trusted old, scruffy bag full of money…

Traffic Control

Sam Shem’chlaki didn’t really like his job. Not really. More like not at all, even. If you think about it, you could pretty much say he hated it. Big time.

Being rooted on a side of the road, looking at all this traffic moving past… Happy people, not very much so, all going somewhere, smiling, frowning, talking, arguing… Moving. Bastards! Arghhh!

Sam was a traffic policeman, meaning he was stuck to one place for the duration of his contract – placed on top of a tree trunk, rooted to one place day and night, summer or winter. A pair of binoculars and a whistle. A smart phone. Not an iPhone or anything but still.

Actually, it was quite OK at the beginning, first five years or so. After ten, he had enough. Getting close to fifteen he started to feel he’s getting a bit mad. All this traffic… Day and night… Moving. Moving. Moving!

Good thing, Sam didn’t have a gun.

Artifact

At first, we couldn’t see what it was. I mean, with all this damn fog you couldn’t see much at all…

But, as we got closer, what was just a dark blurry form started to take shape. Still, it took us forever to get close enough to appreciate the thing for real.

God, was it old! There was some extensive natural damage, whole parts of the structure missing here and there. One side looked like it had been chewed on by some huge mechanical creature, tooth marks still clearly visible after all these years. And yet… it was unmistakably impressive.

It was what we were looking for all along. It was The Relic.