|Cameramen (standard:science fiction, 3275 words)|
|Author: Robin Wyers||Added: Sep 28 2001||Views/Reads: 2148/1432||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An apocalyptic vision of a future world where surveillance is used to uphold the status quo of a monopolistic regime. The story follows two young activists in their attempt to intercept one of the 'cameramen'. Bleak satire of contemporary society.|
Cameramen “Are we doing the right thing? What if she’s human? What if we’re taking an innocent girl’s life?” my moral side pondered anxiously. “Do we have to start this stupid conversation again? She’s not human, she’s one of them - we’ve been watching her for months! Listen mate – at one stage we’re going to have to go that extra distance, it’s for the sake of humanity! Forget the individual drone, we’re saving them all! Yes there’s risk involved, but you’ll always have that - you seen it for yourself, all she gives are these standard zombie replies – to be honest isn’t she asking for it?” Paul joked, but was obviously irritated. I smiled at his wry attempt at humour in such serious circumstances, but didn’t find it necessary to laugh. Perhaps I was wondering how we could even dream of destroying such beauty, perhaps I was still contemplating his previous joke that, “the country’s so full of zombies nowadays, how could you possibly know? Everyone could be one of them for all I know?” For wasn’t this casual remark precisely the point? How could I even be sure that Paul wasn’t one, and he vice-versa? How could we say for certain that an even more intelligent and thus virtually untraceable version of cameramen, (as we had dubbed AHRD’s) had now been developed, now sitting across from us, inputting our every move into the vast database? Could we even trust ourselves? Yes, perhaps my questions were there out of want of experience, Paul had been there before and I was the rookie. I too could kill something without second thought, once I had gathered the practice, or so I was told Nevertheless for me doubt persisted. Even once we were proved right the risk factor remained, we couldn’t even say for sure whether the tape would continue rolling, after her eyes shut for the last time. In that instance, wouldn’t our recorded actions quickly circulate to main base, resulting in our arrest and subsequent execution? But was there anything we were sure about whatsoever? For a start, the government continue to deny that AHRD’s have ever existed, ‘the figment of a schizophrenic’s imagination’, in their words. While the general public have largely been sceptical of this casual dismissal, we of Phoenix appear to be the only ones who are aiming to ensure that the anti-surveillance laws are upheld. Surely someone else cares, but it’s certainly not evident. She was approaching. Perhaps Paul was right, there was no good in worrying about trivial moral dilemmas – perhaps we were the last chance that the ordinary man had, even if that ordinary man was unwilling to take that extra step to stand up for itself. I can’t condone violence, but can freedom be achieved through any other method - especially when we are in such a minority? I suppose you can’t even term it ‘violence’ when it is only directed at one of them. “But she’s so beautiful – so perfect”, my other side uttered in awe. “Too perfect”, and she was. The early Autumn wind caught her jet black hair, exaggerating the curls as her tall, wafer-thin body moved briskly down the rain soaked street. Her captively large bust (what is real nowadays) might have caused men of any era to lull into their most primitive cravings, but once the sunglasses were lowered on her pale complexion, a man’s eyes could only be firmly transfixed on two more elevated objects, hers. So cold, so malicious, so tempting! Like a cruising laser defence mechanism her green eyes oozed power and could almost sense weakness. But such weapons contained warmth, she was ice itself! Entranced by those eyes life seemed to become a selection of perfectly grasped moments, idyllic flashes. I could sense something behind them, something robotic but sensual, unnatural but indulging. Yes, regrettably, she was one of them and I had to kill her. “If only our prototype had been someone else!” I sighed to myself. She passed us at 18:32pm, as expected... “Go over to her then – if it has to be done – it has to be done. Just nod when you want me to strike”, I said hurriedly. He casually moved from the alleyway and he passed her, brushed against her, stopped her and asked, “Excuse me lady, but you wouldn’t have the time on you, would you?” “I’m sorry but I’m in a bit of a rush”, was her expected reply. “It’d only take a second of your precious time,” he stuttered. “Good-day,” again expected. One quick nod of the head and it was my turn to shine. It was so brief and sharp, I barely realised what I had done – I still don’t! It was like I just pointed it at the back of her head and she fell! Then it dawned on me again, I was a killer! That brief shock to the head had taken her life, I was responsible for that. Click here to read the rest of this story (223 more lines)
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