Glitch A novel

Washington, DC. The Year 2,500 AD.

In the future, The Internet has gone. In its replace are complex computer systems that control all of America. When a glitch happens, it plunges the country into an eternal darkness.


2. Washington, DC-2,500 AD-Part Two


Washington, DC.

Saturday, June 13, 2,500 AD.


B. Richards Angel, Jr., shifted uneasily in the black chair.

"It's not my fault. I had to get something, you know", he said. 

"You stole a E-file from the DOD Agent's office", Mike G. Thomas, the FBI Agent, stated.

"It's on my old I-pad. It was easy money, you know. Two hundred credits for one hour's work". B. Richards Angel, Jr., sipped his warm coffee, as he squirmed uneasily in his chair.

"You're a thief, Richards", Mike G. Thomas said.

"Look, I know stuff. Like the glitch", he was sweating profusely.

"You know about the glitch?", Mike G. Thomas asked.

"Yeah. I invented the glitch. It's a virus that affects all old and new computers. There's no Internet these days", he smirked.

"Tell me about the glitch", Mike G. Thomas shouted.

And B. Richards Angel, Jr., told him everything.


Armin Scholes smoked a cigarette. 

"What do you want, Thomas?", he asked him.

"I want information on the glitch", he answered.

"The glitch is a tainted virus that is launched in the air. If you breathe, it can contaminate the city of Washington, DC; it's a powerful weapon if it falls into the wrong hands", Armin stated. Thomas nodded. "How much money will it cost to infect America?", Thomas said.

"One billion dollars", Armin finished smoking his cigarette, and left him to deal with the crisis.


"Molly. It's Thomas. The glitch is an virus that is spread in the atmosphere. We have to wear gas masks, and space suits, otherwise it's going to be dangerous for the CIA, the DOD, and other Government agencies", he said. "Jesus! I'll meet you at nine o'clock AM tomorrow morning. Good-bye". And she pressed the END button.


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