4: NeoBean, the average citizen and a true patriot
Tom's alarm sounds. He fumbles for his phone. 0700, alarm due in 1 hour. As he's dragged unkindly back into consciousness, he realises that the noise isn't an alarm, it's GBulletin, and it's LOUD. A few of the older citizens can still remember the last time GastroTech issued a priority 1 instruction. There'd been a fire in one of the residential districts, a big one, and evacuation orders had been distributed to all citizens within 5 miles. The fire brigade had brought it under control, no major loss of life, but everyone remembered that sound. It was drilled into the collective psyche of anyone living in the city, like the air raid sirens of old. Tom paled, unlocked his phone, checked his notifications. "From the Desk of Joe Winchester. You're in, Tom." He blinked. Well at least the noise had stopped but he wasn't getting back to sleep after a scare like that. It certainly didn't LOOK important. He pottered a...