Hit n Run

Hit n Run - student project

“BEEP…BEEP…BEEP” was the only noise that filled the room as I stirred and started moving around. The feel of cotton sheets engulfed my body and told me I’d slept in a bed for the night. “That’s a good start” I thought to myself. I guessed it was mid-morning as the room was brightly lit, forcing me to keep my eyes closed. Where was I? I had no recollection of the previous events, that signaled a big night so I went with it. I sat up in bed and swung my legs around to the edge of the bed. I don’t normally laze around, I am the kind of person who gets up, and shakes off the cobwebs.

A voice bellowed, “Where do you think you’re going?” No one usually talks to me like that, “I’m going home,” I replied “Just give me 10 minutes and I’ll be out of your hair.” I still had my eyes closed as I felt groggy and didn’t want to confront what was in front of me.
“I don’t think so, you need to stay in bed!” This person didn’t sound like my mother, who was she to tell me what to do. “No, I need to get home!” I replied, eager to get out of this nightmare. “Please just stay there!” The voice getting closer to me as I continued to move gingerly. “You’ve got a broken leg!” The voice was at my bed and I quickly opened my eyes. The brightness of the room was still too much and my eyes were still adjusting. I felt down my left leg and felt something hard and abnormal encasing it. “What the hell happened, where the hell am I?” was all I could think about still not quite knowing where I was.
“Brandon, you need to lay back down! You’ve been in an accident!” That voice sounded familiar. “Rebecca, is that you? What is going on?” I replied. “Yes it’s me, please just lay down and get some rest.” My eyes had adjusted enough to notice I was in a hospital ward. My bed was at the end, next to a window with a view of the city. I was as confused as ever however I knew someone was next to me. I laid back down and closed my eyes…


Friday night at Dale’s was always a thing. Dale was a friend from work who lived twenty minutes from my house by foot. We always hung out there, a big group of people from his high school days and a few people from work. We would all drink, listen to music and just basically be louts. The neighbors didn’t seem to mind, it was the suburbs and we were just letting off steam. No one really got out of control, just the occasional person using the fence as a toilet and the back yard as place to puke and rally. The clothes line was swinging with a bag of cask wine. Goon of fortune was the game we would all play. Spin the clothes line and whoever the bag of wine landed next to would need to have a drink. Goon wasn’t the finest of alcohols so I normally sat this game out. Not tonight! It was an exceptionally big week and I was feeling pretty rowdy. The clothes line would swing and I’d stop it on myself and drink. Everyone thought this was pretty funny as it was definitely out of character. After drinking most of the bag, the night became a blur with very little remaining in my mind. The last thing I remember was talking to Dale, telling him I was going home. He suggested I take a taxi, I declined. I’d done the walk drunk enough times before to know I’d get there safely.


The flashing neon lights of Tokyo were blinding. I’d never been to Japan before however I pictured it to look exactly like this. People dressed differently to anything I could ever imagine. Buildings towering into the sky. Everyone trying to sell me different things on the streets. Brain implanted cell phones were the big thing right now. No longer would you be tied to a device in your pocket. Everything right there, in your brain, just think of calling someone and you could do it. You would have a heads up display appear in front of your eyes and you would look up, down, left and right to navigate and just speak words to complete actions. I felt my pockets and took out my current cell phone. It was large, bulky, definitely out of date. I came to Tokyo to get the latest tech gear, and I wasn’t disappointed. I walked into the cleanest looking shop and booked in to get the procedure done straight away.

It was a day procedure, they would knock you out and then you would wake up with the latest tech buzzing in your head. I was excited. I laid down on the bed, it was white, hard, contoured to fit the body. My feet hung over the edge, I guess I was a little taller than the average person the bed was designed for. A gas mask was put over my face and was told to count backwards from 10 to 1.
I woke up quickly, something wasn’t right. I felt like something shouldn’t be where it should. I touched my head, nope, everything seemed alright. No bumps, no bruises, no cuts, no lumps. I tried to speak. All of sudden I felt a sharp pain in my jaw. What did they do? I felt around in my mouth with my tongue. Something was connected to the roof of my mouth. “Shit,” I thought, “I didn’t want the roof mounted cell phone, I wanted the brain chip!” I started yelling, “GET THIS OUT OF MY MOUTH!” I heard movement from down the hall, people were scurrying towards me. My mum came to me and put her hand on me. “Calm down, Brandon!” she spoke softly, “You’ve just come out of surgery.”

I replied “But they’ve put this cell phone in my mouth. I wanted the bra…” “Shhh, it will be ok.” She replied. I laid back down and drifted back to sleep.

After I woke up a few hours later, I had calmed down and was able to talk to my family who were waiting by my bedside. “What is going on?” I questioned.

“You’ve been in a terrible accident.” My mother replied.
“Why did they put a cell phone in my mouth?” I asked my mother.

“It’s not a cell phone, it’s a plate. It’s holding your palette together. You were hit by a drunk driver on a footpath 3 weeks ago.”