Socate's Little Saviour

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This is a Sci-Fi story I wrote for school and just thought I'd post it here. Hope you all like!!!!

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Jeanine double bolted the doors to the generator. It’s not that she was worried that someone would break in, since there wasn’t anything you could steal easily, it was purely precaution because the generator was the most important thing in the city. It ran the entire city of Socate. It provided the city with electricity, clean water, and entertainment. It even made their little carts they used as transportation run. You see, Socate is an average sized city, placed in the bottom of a large valley. The closest village to Socate was three days away, by foot. So as you can imagine, if anything were to happen to the generator, they’d be as good as dead.

 Jeanine went through her usual nightly routines: doing a walk around the grounds of the generator, checking all the doors, and locking the outer gate, twice. When she finally started her walk home, the sun was already setting, being replaced by an enchanting black sky and two large white moons. The low buildings loomed over her as she walked into her favourite fast-food joint, Funky Choo’s.

“Ah, Ms. Jeanine, so nice to see you!” said Sue Choo. She had a thick Chinese accent that was very rare now-a-days.

“Hey Sue. Could I get the usual please?”

“Sure, sure!” Sue hurried to the kitchen and yelled something in Chinese. Jeanine heard an invisible male voice reply, and then heard the searing sound of meat being put on the grill. Mmm . . . thought Jeanine.

“It’s coming,” whispered a raspy voice. Jeanine turned to see a shrivelled old man sitting on a stool a little ways away from her. “The end is near! Soon you will all see, gather your children and lots of supplies before it’s too late!” the old man cackled and limped out of the restaurant. Jeanine shivered. Crazy man, she thought as Sue brought round her order.

“Oh here you go Jeanine! Have good night, yes?” said Sue, waving Jeanine out the door.

“Oh yeah, thanks Sue.” Jeanine grabbed her bag and hurriedly made her way out of Funky Choo’s, and home to her nice warm bed.

 

Jeanine woke up and clicked her bedside lamp. She walked in a daze to her bedroom door, rubbing her eyes and yawning, and ran into a large wooden rectangle. She fell to the ground, landing on her butt. Opening her eyes, she realized she could see absolutely nothing. Jeanine knew she’d remembered to turn on the light. She got up again, walked over to what she thought was her lamp, and flicked the switch again. Nothing. No, thought Jeanine. She ran to the door, remembering to open it, and down the stairs into the kitchen. Nothing was on. No clocks, no lights, nothing. She ran outside and saw that many people had done the same. No, she thought again.

Her neighbour, Salom, saw her look of horror and called to her,

“Jeanine? What is it?”

“I-I think th-the generator is b-broken,” Jeanine could hear gasps from all up and down her street. Whispers arose from everywhere but only two words stayed the same in everyone’s conversation, “generator . . . broken . . .”. Jeanine hopped into her electric cart, and drove off to the generator.

 She was unbolting the door to the generator when she realized something was off. It was completely silent. The generator wasn’t making its usual hum, hum, chick! sounds. She quickly unbolted the doors and found darkness. The usual flickering of lights and whiz of gears were absent.

“Jeanine? Is that you?” Jeanine whipped her head around to see Marv, her supervisor, standing in the doorway. His short gray hair was messy from bed and his slight deer belly hung over his pyjama bottoms.

“Marv!  Nothing’s working! What’s happening?” Marv cleared his throat before answering.

“The generator’s dead Jeanine,” her head started spinning, “everything’s dead. We’re going to be-” Jeanine couldn’t handle it. She fainted.

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“The end is near! Soon you will all see. Gather your children and lots of supplies before it’s too late! Hahahaha!”  Jeanine woke with a start. She was still in the generator room, and Marv was sitting beside her. She sat up and felt her head spinning, but was able to stay up.

“Marv, what will we do?” she asked.

“We’re going to get everyone, an all our stuff together. Food, water, supplies. Everything.” Marv didn’t sound very sure that this was all they needed to do.

“Well, then I guess we’d better get started.” Jeanine stood up and walked out the door with Marv. She was determined not to die.

 

The generator had gone out on Monday. It was now Thursday. All week the entire town had been going absolutely insane. Shops had been broken into, grocery stores swept clean of food and people had tried to flee to the nearest town, but most were probably dead by now. Jeanine had gathered enough food to live for about a month, if she ate very little. Every day she’d go to the generator to tinker with it, hoping foolishly that something would start working.

Thursday night, she went to the generator to do her usual look around. As she approached the outer gate, she saw a small figure running towards the generator.

“Hey! Stop!” she yelled.

Jeanine saw a small square glowing on what seemed to be the figures wrist before it slipped through the door into the generator room. Jeanine broke into a run towards the generator and slid in behind the figure. The only way she could tell where the figure was was by the faint green glow of the square on his wrist. She saw a small face lit up by the green glow. Now she could tell it was a boy, a young boy by the looks of it.

“Hello? Uh . . . excu-,”

“Shhh!” the boy called, “can you help me please?” he whispered. Jeanine walked over in a trance. “I need to put this up here,” the boy pointed to something in his hand and the green square lit up again.

“W-What is it?” asked Janine.

“It’s a watch, I think I can fix this,” he pointed at the generator. Jeanine almost wanted to laugh. Such a small thing fixing the generator? Never.

“Little boy, this shall never fix the generator. The technology is out of date and useless now-a-days.”

“No. I know it will, please it can’t hurt.”

Jeanine took the watch and placed it in a small compartment, just above the heart of the generator. She attached a few wires to it, and then stood back, while the boy flicked the switch. A bright light engulfed the entire generator room.

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                “On this day, we congratulate Owen Reese, for saving our city of Socate,” A bang of cheers rung out from the crowd as Mayor Mitchell gave Owen a large medal on a blue ribbon. Jeanine stood in the front row, waving her left arm and smiling. She’d broken her right arm when the generator had turned back on, but it was worth it. The generator would run again for centuries all thanks to a digital watch, from a little boy nobody had known. I guess good things really do come in small packages.

The End

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