#magaly

Joseph had been in Boise, Idaho, to check on prospectively moving some of the branch offices of his family’s corporation there from Oregon and California.  The environments in those states are becoming to dangerous for his employees, best to move operations somewhere far safer.  The city’s mayor and council were very excited at the prospect, making some gracious proposals for land purchase and an expedited permit issuance to get things moving along.  That all done, and arrangements now being handled by the appropriate lawyers back a corporate h.q., Joseph was driving South out of the city, wishing to see some of the countryside.  It is quite beautiful in some areas, and you don’t get to appreciate it flying over it all the time.  Then, the reports started coming in on the news, power blackouts here and there, telecommunications interruptions,...finally, some speculations of a nationwide cyber attack.  That gets Joseph’s attention, and after a call to corporate to Janet, his executive assistant to put the emergency contingency plans into motions for this situation, he hangs up.  Parked alongside the road, he reaches into the glove compartment of his Grand Cherokee, pulling out a notebook, looking up the State of Idaho page.  Joseph’s grandfather, decades ago, had commissioned a study by a think tank on the vulnerabilities of society because of the evolving dependence on high tech, and each follow up study had a worse assessment.  That being the case, the old man started a secret project to try and protect the family, isolated bunkers built that if some sort of great catastrophe, of any sort, a family member could take shelter in to ‘ride out the storm’,...long term if necessary.  Finding the page he wants, Joseph gets the bunker location, and using the old fashioned state atlas he had bought before traveling to Boise, maps out his route.  The thinks, “Good thing I topped off the gas tank a few miles back, doubt any station will have working pumps before long.”  “Good thing the cyber security guys at corporate put in protected chips and programmed in firewalls for the Jeep’s brain box.”  “At least I should be able to drive until I run out of gas, then it is the ‘two food express’ for me.”  Checking the map again, he starts the Jeep, then drives, taking a different road, on that would have less traffic, less desperate people one comes across, the lesser the chance of a violent confrontation.

All the leaves are brown

and the sky is grey

Magaly no llegaría hasta dentro de dos días, por eso su jefe le había pedido de favor si podían grabar un vídeo “amateur” en su casa. Thomas lo pensó un momento, no era algo que le hiciera feliz por que desde que había comenzado su relación con la chica siempre le había escondido su trabajo por el miedo de lo que pensaría de él, pero con una gran gratificación por el uso de su casa, decidió que no pasaría nada malo. Solo habían 3 personas, el camarografo, la actriz y por supuesto él. Todo empezó normal, la situación no parecía salir para nada mal, pero el Alemán jamás escucho la puerta de su casa ser abierta, por una inesperada visita. Cuando las puertas de su habitación se abrieron de par en par, Todos dentro de ella dieron un respingo, la atmósfera que siempre parecía encerrar a los actores ahora se había roto de una manera muy abrupta, lo peor de todo fue ver a quien no quería que lo encontrará de esa forma, los ojos de la chica abiertos de par en par y él, en su momento de no saber que más hacer o decir lo único que salió de sus labios fue un -Juro que no es lo que parece.- empujo suavemente a la actriz, para enrollarse en la sabana y alcanzar a la chica para sacarla de ahí y buscar hablar con ella, aunque parecía nada saldría bien.