Literature
An Average Day in 2064
Tamaulipas, México, 3/02/64 “Are the radies secure?” That was all Perez wanted to hear. Were those monsters secure so he could go home? That’s all he cared about. He wouldn’t even be doing this job if he didn’t need the money. But Sanchez wanted the cargo moved, so he didn’t have a choice. Thankfully, the man was compliant. “We have the bodies. How soon can you get them to the drop point?” “As soon as the truck arrives.” It wouldn’t be too long then. Hopefully, Perez would be able to make it home before two in the morning. If he was lucky, he would also get there before his wife woke up. It would help him avoid any uncomfortable arguments. He would certainly prefer to be home in his bed than hanging around an abandoned shoe factory. But none came around here, which made it a good spot to hold the trade. He just needed to hand over the cargo, take the money, and go home. No problem there. The problem was the cargo itself. Looking back at the truck bed they were told to