Myth Gods Tech - Omnibus Edition: Science Fiction Meets Greek Mythology In The God Complex Universe
About
contraception?”
    “ Yes mama…” I exhaled and went back to my room.
    I shut
the door and sat down. I could feel her worry radiating
through.
    I
thought about the chase. I could remember everything
perfectly.
    Was I on
drugs or something?

Chapter
8
     
    It took me
a minute or so to tell everything to Deppy, but Billy was a whole
other thing. I had to call him on the
phone like a Neanderthal .
    “ So, are you?” he asked.
    “ What?”
    “ Pregnant.”
    “ No!”
    “ Interesting…” he said and I could just picture him taking the
Spock pose.
    “ I sent you the pictures on your email.”
    “ OK, but I can’t see them yet. I’ll call you when I get
home.”
    What. A.
Freak.
    Who
doesn’t check his emails on his phone in this day and
age?
     
     
    I
checked my profile. A few more likes here and there, two more
sleazy comments, deleted, reported, thank you… Huh. Seven check-ins
at the coffee shop I just came from.
    Copycats. Bunch o’ copycats. I let them know with an
appropriately punny cat pic.
     
     
    Anyway,
I was late for frontistirio. Frontistirio is a private cram school,
where they teach you the things school ought to teach you but
doesn’t, so everybody needs to spend more time and money to pass
the exams. I thought it was the norm, but I learned much later that
it is solely a Greek thing.
    I picked
up my bag and hit the road.
    It was
like a three minute walk from my house, so took my time and
window-shopped a bit.
    Eventually, I got myself there, but I was late even when I
started, then I was a bit late again with my detour, and most of
the class-hour was gone anyway so I just sat outside at the bench
and waited for the next one.
    It’s not
like I had studied for either one.

Chapter
9
     
    The bell
rang (yes, we have a bell cause this is still the 20th century for
some reason) and the other kids stormed out.
    I was on
the bench, which was covered in writings and quotes and little
drawings that made it a work of art in itself.
    Most of
my class came and surrounded me.
    “ What’s that, the new phone?”
    “ What’s it called?”
    “ Oh, nai, veil or something.”
    “ It’s awesome. Not the pink one of course, don’t want the pink
one,” a classmate said, defending his manliness.
    I
decided to act smart and show them what Deppy figured out. She was
around the corner. She could easily hear me talking about the
phone’s features that she taught me about a few hours before. If
she was offended about that, she didn’t show. My class was
“Ooh-ing” and “Ahh-ing” as I demonstrated.
    “ Let’s say I don’t know who you are Christos, and I see you
here on the street. I look at you through the phone’s screen, and
there’s your public profile! You’re online, so I can see your
profile pic, your status, whatever. Nothing private though, nothing
like that.”
    That got
another round of interest, and people turned to their own phones
and googled for the minisite Hermes had made for showcasing the
Veil.
    Yes,
this was going to be a hit. I felt proud for my dad. It’s not like
he was the only one making the thing, but it was nice that his
company was looking forward to a mass-market success.
    The bell
rang again, this time telling us to get our asses
inside.
    We all
ignored it of course. Except the nerd. Deppy went inside for
class.
    A few
minutes later, the teacher came outside and started herding us
in.

Chapter
10
     
    I was
bored. Bored bored bored. Bort. Borrrrrrrrt.
    I was
sitting at the back, of course. Only losers sit at the
front.
    The
teacher was scribbling some math on the board. I was supposed to
know all of these three times already, but they looked like Chinese
to me.
    Frontistirio was making us do-over the curriculum again and
again, and had us give mock exams again and again until the SOS
parts were drilled in our heads. SOS were the really important
bits. We pronounced it like “sauce,” cause we are Greek and
shit.
    I looked
down.
    Oops too
low. I adjusted my

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