We are doing Narrative pieces fro our writing create task this week. For those who don't know what Narrative writing is it is a piece of writing which is in first person and has dialogue. We had to choose a ethical problem for our topic because we are studying ethics and morals at the time so I chose " Should we abandon privacy on social media? " but I'm not going to spoil it for you, have a read of it for yourself.
Topic - Abandoning privacy for social media.
Chapter 1: Typing in the coardanites.
“Where is it - where did I put it.” Once again he was late for his job interview the frustration was building up in his brain and his face was flushing in a scarlet red colour. Alfred Heath Fernsby was a man with a low profile that he liked to keep, the mans scruffy beard would save little bits of last night's Indian takeaways for him to snack on whenever he was feeling a bit peckish. The old Olive coloured lady with the Cabbage patch under her chin hiding the old pruny skin, was peering through the blinds of the window and letting her jaw drop in the form of the O shape. She was peering at him having a clean shave and was inspired to work on her personal hygiene. Alfred had found what he needed and adjusted his tie as he stepped into the door taking him to the Workplace.
Chapter 2: Communications and security Info.
Alfred loved taking the travelling door, he loved typing in the coordinates of where he had to go and opening the door to step right into the CEO lobby of Google, “ Elllo “ Said Alfred while politely waving to the Crabby receptionist with her head down working on the transparent computer. The lady hoisted her head up knocking it on his hand, Alfred's face mimed the oopsies face that you do when you spill the coffee out of the cup and you only have half a cup left or when you were holding the computer with the president security info was located and dropped it down the stairs into the hands of the wrong person that ran away with and then you got fired.
“Hi im Alfred, ahhhh I'm here for the job interview for manager of communications and security info.”
“Hold ya Horse did you say Alfred?”
“Ahhhh yes” “Middle name and last name?” “Alfred - Alfred Heath Fernsby.”
“Aha I am such a fan of your inventions and your technology- ooh I also signed That petition you made to abandon social media.”
“Ahhhh Yes that, Do you know I have already got up to 1 Million signatures that have already been signed.”
“Well good luck for your interview, 888th floor, take a right go straight and then your at the bosses door.
“ Good afternoon Sir, I am- ''
`` Yes I know who you are, And your hired we need your help, Siria, Russia, American Intelligence, all the biggest Companies have got lineups of tech wizards working from them Uncovering the UFO's we have scourged for over an 8a decade’s and if we don’t use your beautiful brain to stop this madness it will all go to that metal piece where all they do is keep that alien tech which could broaden our studies out he in essex, yes we are a small town but since your hired I guess you have to know if you're gonna 1be working near it. ”
“ What- What is it, what do I have to know. ”
“ Well you know that old run down doughnut shop, under there is the area 51 of Essex. ”
“ I can’t my old folk used to work there. ”
“ Yes well your father used to work for me, But Alfred are you going to take up the job? ”
“ Huhh?, oh yes of course. ”
“ Great you start effective immediately. Your salary and hours will be pinged to you we can compromise I think that you worth $2000 and hour but like I said we can compromise. ” The excited stubby man Restrained himself but couldn’t help it, Alfred made weird shapes with his hands on his freshly groomed face where the bears used to be astonished to remember that he shaved it all to not even have proper interview where he looked at his files and looked at the stated records. Alfred did a little side glance at his watch and realised that it was still 8:48 am, He knew he had exactly 80 minutes to get to the security and information room and cut all privacy. Alfred put the microchip into the database and started to extract the code. The microchip glowed a soft but yet vibrant green colour as the code spoke to him with little beeping sound,
“ Alfred you don’t start until we have you salary and hours have been set, but other then that what are you doing here. ”
“ ‘Ello Fredrick, it’s your lucky day you can be first. ”
“ First for wh- ”
Chapter 3: Breaking News.
Alfred walks to the elevator while changing his bloody vest and putting a small dagger dripping with blood into the vents. He continually poked the button that leads to the 1000th floor and when the elevator opened to the highest floor he pushed Fredrick into the ambulance.
“ He had a fall be take good care of him. ”
Fredrick tried and failed to scramble out of the hospital bed but ascended back up when heard the sound of the breaking news on channel 8.
“ Frederick bank account numbers, passwords, bank pins, contacts you name its has just been leaked, Will you be next but for now we will have a special coverage at 6:00 pm don’t miss i- and we have just received information that the whole of London's citizens security info has just been deleted there is no privacy, we have also heard news the queen has flown to a secret location- oooop that has also just been leaked. ”
10 minutes later.
“ Today for England is a day of mourning and grief, Boris Johnson has just been murdered the court and royals are holding a service and we will be building a statue in the garden of Buckingham palace, But I have something to say, Whoever you or you’ll are that has leaked this information we will find crush you. ” The television cut off, The door slammed open spilling sunlight onto the floor and bouncing off the beer bottles and cans revealing Alfred with blueprints and candles around him.
Alfred you are arrested for leaking classified information you have the right to remain silent anything you say or do will be used against you in court. Alfred eyes adjusted in a room with the drapes closed with a fraction of it opened that revealed the dusty old box room, the sliding door opened and a man limped into the room with his nose pinched as he sniffed and regretfully inhaled the aroma of dead rat’s. The cripple man came into an appropriate with the light so that Alfred could see his face,
“ g’day was the hospital be comfortable. ”
“ Actually it smelt like what you are going to be soon- dead, you thought you could get away with leaking all of that information you wanted me dead let me pass the favour, I want you dead but I want you to feel the pain and feel what I went through. ”
“ You deserved it we aren’t 14 and running from the police anymore. ”
Fredrick looked away smiled so far so that his lips cracked he tred back at Alfred and looked him in the eye.
“ So Roody how's the family. ”
“ Right where you wanted them. ”
“Well I came to say you pleaded guilty so the Judge sentenced you to a life sentence but I also I have a proposition for you, come with me, thanks to you I have no privacy I need to escape from this mad house. I’ve got a yacht that is ready to use for emergency, yes I know that we have a lot between us and yes we don’t see eye to eye with each other and even though we both want to kill each other, you know that we used to make a pretty good team together. So are you in?
“ You know what I would rather rot in Jail for the rest of my life then be on a yacht with you.
“ So that’s a no? do you know what your missing out on here? ”
“ I know exactly what i’m not missing out on here. ”
“ Well have fun in the big house you know i’ve wondered what it is like but never really got to it.
Alfred was put into a truck with his orange jumpsuit and cuffs that were cutting his circulation and every time that the truck would go over bumps he could feel the liquid in his body going up and down and when he finally go to the Jail with heightened security for all the big Criminals. As Alfred was taken out of the truck with unnecessary force they put him through the security process and then was finally put into his cell so this it was t was like this was now his sanctuary for the rest of his life he won’t be seeing the sun for quite some time now the concrete box that he was now in was flooded with a strong sour smell of urine and there was blood on the bunk bed but then again Alfred was not accepting any better. So this was it the end of Alfred Heath Fernsby’s Journey, he was still juggling if he actually achieved the justice for his Family? or was this just a failed operation, each day Alfred sits on his bunk bed with these questions on his conscious spending each day thinking, thinking and thinking of how he was to plan his escape.
