Jason wakes up. He is not in the hospital.
He's in a fleabag hotel. The marks of the jellyfish are gone. Hanging in
the closet is his silk suit, which improbably has that gigantic wad of
cash he was flashing earlier. Understandably confused and on the brink
of panic, Jason dresses and unsteadily shuffels to the lobby and its
phone, as hotels as nasty as this don't have phones in their rooms.
Using the payphone he calls his agent and his attorney, but neither have
heard of Jason Taverner and blow him off as a crank. Jason checks a
discarded LA Times, and the date printed is literally the next day -
according to the date, the events of chapter one happened the night
before. Jason's agent made a brief appearance in it. Looking through the
paper, he can't find any of the ads or notices featuring him, his
regular appearance at a fancy club, or a mention of his TV show. Now on
the verge of freaking out, only Jason's Six status keeps him working. He
decides to call someone else, goes to his wallet to get the number, and
discovers all his IDs are gone.
This is worse than you'd think.
Y'see, fun story, America in 1988 is a totalitarian police state. Flow My Tears
was published in 1974, and Dick has the campus protest movement become
permanent - revolutionary structures have taken over the universities.
The Government meanwhile, has formed siege lines around the
universities, and most of the activity has moved literally underground,
where students and professors do...something. Anybody caught without any
ID is presumed to be an agent or an escapee from the radical
underground, and thus someone who's going to spend the rest of their
lives in a forced labor camp.
So Jason has not only been reduced to nothing, he's a substantial negative person; an untermenchen
as the Nazis used to say. Jason calls the Birth Registration control
center in Iowa, and, nope, no record of his birth. Because of the
terrifying possibilities of forgetting your IDs, everyone has an ID
tattoo on their forearm, plus some stuff we'd call RFID chips
today...but Jason is so paranoid now he doesn't trust that it will do
anything. Six to the fore: first job is to get fake IDs. Jason doesn't
want to end up with a pickaxe on the moon.
The Hotel clerk is reading Box magazine. Jason takes a $500 bill
and plops it on the hotel desk. Saying his cards have been stolen and he
needs replacements ASAP, the clerk agrees to help. Oh and the clerk is
telepathic and can read Jason's mind.
Tuesday, 23 May 2023
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said; Chapter 2
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