By David Scholes
It seemed innocuous enough. A small nondescript building in a forgotten street in London’s East End, though the security was beyond what might be expected of such a mundane establishment. Despite that, two people had broken in.
I couldn’t fathom what this business’s purpose might be, particularly given the damage to the main room of the small building.
There was nothing about this place on the allnet — that we could find. We would just have to await the arrival of the building owner to enlighten us. His holograph had been evasive at best. The enforcers would bring him to us via hyperloop
“What was the cause of death?” I asked the med-bot.
“Well,” replied the robotic medical examiner, “it seems they died from sheer fright. All the conventional signs are there, and their mind prints supports this. Both of them experienced a huge increase in heart rate and blood pressure before their automatic personal protection systems infused them, too late, with meds.”
I scratched my head. What could have scared them so much?
I said, “Everything is so smashed up. Some of this equipment is suggestive of an extreme virtual reality experience. Simulated alien combat or alien invasion perhaps.
It would have to be illegal.”
“An extreme experience could result in what we see here,” said my Borg offsider. He sounded doubtful. “There is something else, though,” offered the bot-med examiner. “I tried a dreamcorder on them.”
I shuddered a little at that thought. The thought of extracting recent dreams from a dead person revolted me.
“And?”
“Both deceased experienced the same recurring nightmare, similar visuals.”
I twigged to it. “This is a repository,” I said with a degree of certainty. “An illegal dream repository.”
I looked around at the damaged equipment — it was easy to see how I had mistaken it for an extreme virtual reality experience set up. Similar equipment.
We called in a dream tech expert to give the place a full going over. While they were doing so, the reluctant owner and his formidable escort came in on the hyperloop.
“We recovered a lot of dreams here and I do mean a lot,” said the dream tech much later. Surprisingly, she was human. “In fact hundreds of millions of dreams.”
“It’s not just any old dream repository then? I exclaimed.
Later, under some coercion, the owner admitted that this was the principal dream repository for clients ordering other people’s dreams using the darknet — getting their thrills vicariously from other people’s bad dreams.
The two unfortunate deceased probably didn’t know what they’d broken into. Perhaps they were just thrillseekers and suspected this place had something to offer them — in this case something much more than they had bargained for.
About the Author
David Scholes
David has written over 200 speculative fiction short stories. Some of these are included in his eight collections of short stories (all on Amazon).
He has also published two science fiction novellas and been published on a range of speculative fiction sites. Including: Antipodean SF, Beam Me Up Pod Cast, Farther Stars Than These, 365 Tomorrows, Bewildering Stories, the WiFiles and the former Golden Visions magazine.
He will soon publish a new collection of science fiction short stories “Contingency Nine and Other Science Fiction Stories”.