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    Sectri City - Blood In The Morning
    Sectri City - Blood In The Morning
    Sectri City - Blood In The Morning
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    Sectri City - Blood In The Morning

    By Daniel Kollar

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    In a dystopian city that is divided into 3 sectors by immigration, one migrant sneaks into rich Sector A and the hunt begins for him immediately.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateJan 16, 2019
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      Sectri City - Blood In The Morning - Daniel Kollar

      SECTRI CITY

      BLOOD IN THE MORNING

      Daniel Kollar

      Daniel Kollar: Sectri City - Blood In The Morning

      Copyright © Daniel Kollar, 2019

      Cover: NikonOne

      NEON ROOM

      Even on  a sunny day Sectri is forever covered in grey. It is a city of endless November where every street is a dead-end and dim, faded lights trail around each other on the corners. Day after day, the inhabitants tentatively breath in the smoke and go to sleep at night without ever breathing it out.  A barren chessboard made up of merging murky-white and pale black squares with a thick wall around the edges.

      All three Sectors bury tomorrow before it strikes midnight. All three are weary of it for their own reasons. The wealthy citizens of Sector A are terrified about losing their culture and fortune, the have-beens – or the washed as they’re commonly known in the neighbourhood – and the second-generation immigrants of Sector B are sick to the stomach from their own rootlessness, while the dirt poor immigrants of Sector C are permanently hunted by a fear of death. The border wall’s  reflector lights burning the asphalt bright at the sector crossings and the barrels jutting out watchfully from its towers are enough to keep a constantly heightened level of fear in everyone.

      All former exceptions to leaving Sector C have been denied and crossings from Sector B to Sector A have also been tightened so that, apart from a few special cases, the B-s are only allowed in Sector A temporarily, strictly passing through as a result of the widely advertised decree introduced two weeks earlier. These measures have been highly popular among the inhabitants of the inner districts and since, thanks to the Electoral Law modified last year, their votes count thrice compared to the Sector B votes, by now the state’s primary communication and legislative goals have been narrowed down to servicing the A-s and keeping them nice and snug. The C-s are not allowed to vote and their rights are heavily restricted so that any assembly may be dispersed by the military and physical violence is an everyday occurrence at the Sector border.

      Protecting the city sectors is a particularly high priority policy area since the only way to travel both by ground or air to the continent’s Northern Union is from Sector A, meaning that all activities are monitored internationally. Thus, the main strategical purpose of law enforcement is to filter out and extradite illegal migrants, commonly known as worms.  With these measures Sectri is serving higher economical and political interests on the continent.

      It’s as if everyone was secretly longing for a narrow wormhole leading to a better world where you could disappear and breathe if only for one night, while in here you’re either chasing worms or being chased like worms.

      In the interrogation room with a view dim neon lights are trying to outshine the setting sun on the twenty-seventh floor of the police palace. Back in the old days interrogations used to be held in secluded rooms. However, according to surveys, the public prefers a well-lit room and watch how it is done. It comforts them, especially when it comes to publicly executed migrant hunts. Thus, the interrogation room with a view. Bread and circuses.

      The wrinkles on the forehead of the tall, lean Officer in his fifties project an even sharper distaste than usual as he’s watching the graceless border hub from the window in his elegant white shirt and blue suit. The palace is situated on the edge of Sector A, right next to the South-Western entrance of the B, and from the higher floors, such as this one, you can see the C.  There is constant and continuously growing political pressure on the Officer. He is the enforcer of the ever-tightened border control.  Envied by many, he is at the top of his career and as the customs agent of the decades-long drawn-out migrant crisis he has come a long way, filling both his and his men’s pockets during the journey. Nevertheless, constant pressure and his escaping into the realms of excessive smoking and drinking have slowly but gently been deconstructing his body and soul. He needs them, however, otherwise he fears he might run out of hatred. He is a chain smoker who starts the day with a drink, his only self-control being his still-existing need to hide the stench of it at work and restricting himself to smoking electric cigarettes in the room and the office.

      It is 7pm, in just a few minutes he’ll be back for his next interrogation, but before that he is going down to the lower bar for a double whiskey. He used to drink it on ice, which he now finds an unnecessary mannerism that takes away the bite he needs to feel in his throat with every gulp. On the way back in the elevator he tosses in two gums as a cure for alcohol breath and also for his upset pancreas. On a normal day he’d be on his way home now. Or else he wouldn’t be coming back from the bar just yet.

      This, however, is no ordinary day. A migrant has made it through from Sector C and is currently hiding in the A, or so they say. Consequently, the city is distraught, Sector A-s are unsettled and media has merely added fuel to the fire. Unless the problem is treated promptly and the worm is caught, the authorities are fearing a mass hysteria outbreak. Thus, they need a spectacular public hunt. The Officer is head of operations as usual, personally called in by the mayor himself who assured him of providing all means necessary for the sake of success. 

      Double whiskey has never been more welcome.

      The initial suspects summoned for hiding and assisting – or the transfer as they call it at the police -  have already been sitting on the corridor by the time the Officer gets back on the twenty-seventh floor. Transfers are commissioned by human traffickers in the Norther Union, mainly second-generation immigrants. Sectri, being the biggest boarder city between the two unions, functions as troubleshooter on this particular front line – publicly smothering these illegal activities is in every related authority’s best interest.  Whenever the possibility of illegal activity is arising, the cogs start turning

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