posted on Mar, 20 2007 @ 02:25 AM
This is a short story I wrote and I thought I'd share it with you. I see this is where our society is heading through the symbology of this story.
As the man sat on the hood of his late model Chevrolet he contemplated the necessity of the bloody tracking module that sat in his upraised hand that
he had dug out of the back of his left hand. "I don't see the point of being tracked everywhere I go." he said to no one in particular. Picking up
the illegal nine millimeter Glock handgun, a relic of the "Gun Control Wars" of the year 2010 and an heirloom passed on to him from his
great-grandfather, Jack looked at the smooth matte black finish and contemplated what it meant to be free. Freedom, what an odd word Jack thought to
himself. To be free of the machine that is the system that tracks a person from the embryo state within the womb of a pregnant woman. What's next he
thought to himself, tracking the seed before it leaves the male body?
Jack watched closely as a pack of mangey looking dogs that looked more like scruffy terriers than anything threatening. He wondered if he should shoot
the dogs before they came closer and tried to surround him. Before Jack even moved his handgun a machine similar to a 1990's street sweeper floated
out of the sky to stop and hover over the pack of dogs while shining a spotlight. The spotlight momentarily halted the animals in place as a
high-pitched whining noise emanted from the white machine that was marked "Animal Protection Unit."
The man in control of the A.P.U. watched the man sitting on the hood of the vehicle as he turned a knob slightly to the left and flipped a switch as
the animals with the spotlight shrieked when the spotlight turned from a brilliant white to a menacing shade of violet. The pack of dogs were
immobilized by the beam as the hairs on their backs began to sizzle and fry off their bodies, the whining of the machinery almost but not quite
drowning out the whimpering and whining of the wild pack of dogs that had up until then been roaming the streets of the city named Freedom. The man
utilizing the "neutralization ray" as it was so inanely named watched curiously from the relative freedom and protection of the machine hovering ten
feet off the ground as man on the hood of the vehicle and walked towards him. Amused by this mans seemingly silent cries of agony for the animals who
were being "neutralized" he did not know what to think when the man pointed some strange small item in his direction. The bullet impacted his skull
killing him instantly without recognition of what had killed him.
Jack looked at the gun that he had just fired and then looked as the wild pack of dogs scattered to the four corners of the city ironically called
"Freedom." "This must be what freedom means." Jack said to himself. As he turned to leave the area of the crime he had commited, Jack realized the
error he had made. He looked up at the tall metal poles that were fixed throughout the city with cameras and listening devices and realized he had
been caught committing what other people would call murder on video. He didn't see it as murder just as much as the animals wouldn't have been
committing murder if they had attacked and eaten him. Quite simply put in Jack's terms it was one word. Survival.
Throwing down the handgun and the tracking device that he had been clutching Jack turned to run in what he thought was a futile attempt to escape.
Looking up in the city square he saw his face plastered on a television screen the size of an old-fashioned movie screen with the words "MURDERER"
and "TERMINATION WARRANT" above and below his picture from a few moments ago from when he had the gun raised to fire at the man killing those dogs.
What he could not figure out was how they had gotten his name so quickly. He knew the facial recognition computers were fast but he had no clue they
were that fast and especially not that fast at eleven o'clock on a weekday.
The "Termination Squad Enforcers" showed up within thirty seconds of the gun having been fired since the city was wired with high-sensory hearing
equipment but Jack didn't know they were there. The robots that had replaced Law Enforcement back in the year 2025 had gotten quieter when they went
to stealth tracking mode. The machines were waiting to see what the "Termination Target" would do next. Would the man run like the ninety-five
percent predictability of all other perpetrators had? It really didn't matter to the machines since their programming was ensured to calculate what
the perpetrator would do exaclty with the next five movements of his body like one of those electronic chess games of the 1990's.
[edit on 20-3-2007 by SpartanKingLeonidas]