original is *here*
Disclaimers: They belong to the Wachowski brothers, Time-Warner and whoever else…
A contemplation on arbitrary cruelty…
Again thanks to 02 for the discussions pertaining to “The Matrix”.
A lone human male was running down an apparently deserted alleyway. Looking of his shoulder every 5 seconds or so. He was moving relatively fast for someone concealing a shotgun under his coat. Yet another ‘freeded’ human trying to get to the hard-line that would send him back to the real world.
A little distance behind him, an Agent was following behind. The street-lights reflecting off his constantly worn sun-glasses. The Agent slowed as he reached the alley-way that the human had turned in to. Looking around he touched his ear-piece.
The communication fed into the corresponding ear-piece of another Agent watching a computer display.
The Agent moved to follow.
There was a few seconds of dead space along the communication channel as the Agent sprinted up the stairs. He was half way along the corridor when the silence was broken.
The jump across to the rooftop of the other building was a simple movement for the Agent.
Again, dead space is the only answer.
More dead space but Brown knew the channel was still open. A frown appeared on his face, a curiously human expression. He tried it again.
Brown didn’t have a suitable human reply so kept silent. Smith was still chasing the human, he has slowed his pursuit a little, though it would have taken a machine to tell the difference.
Several long moments of dead space passed.
More dead space from Smith was the reply.
In the other apartment building the human is finally cornered.
A gunshot rings out and the human falls to the ground, lifeless.
Smith straightened up from checking the pulse of the corpse.
Brown watched the dots on the monitor converge on the location.
Smith’s only report as he left the room.
Leaving the building the Agent didn’t even notice the crowds gathered by the police sirens, they were not relevant.
Within the room the paramedics carefully stretched the body for loading into the ambulance. The police officers complained about the lack of identification loudly and later, quietly would complain about the callousness of the special agents who were the cause of so many unneeded deaths.
Efficiency was, it seemed, a relative term.
Yet another project in the middle of the night. I got wondering about arbitrary cruelty and felt like writing something down. The idea of Smith and Brown having a chat about it was a purely random one and was probably something to do with the “Maybe we’re asking the wrong questions.” line in “The Matrix”, which normally has me yelling ‘well, it’s not like you do anything!’ at the screen.
Narsus (2:27am, 20/3/02)
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