Post by storyteller0910 on Jan 7, 2008 23:35:44 GMT -5
Oddly enough, when it was over, the electric chair had never been used.
Unlike those who had gone before her into the history books of New Canaan, sinjin had no intention of dying quietly. Even as the increasingly angry and certain mob closed around her, she continued to plead her case, by turns impassioned, eloquent, and logical. When it became evident that her defense was fruitless, she bowed her head and readily agreed to her place in the town's electric chair. The change in her demeanor was palpable; she was so quiet, gentle, and accepting of her fate that the small group of colonists who remained never even bothered to slip restraints about her arms. As the minutes ticked away toward the dusk, the group waited for their Governor to return from his extended bio break, to pronounce her doom and carry out her sentence. But before diggitcamara could return and complete the day's work, someone brought up a minor but distinctly crucial flaw in their plans.
sinjin had gently, quietly, and acceptingly slipped out the door of the Town Hall.
The uproar that followed was substantial. Parzival maintained that CatinaSuit had been responsible for her detention, while Roosh and Kat turned accusing eyes in the direction of Death by Irony. zuma sleeping in the corner since mid-day, took none of the responsibility for the suddenly absent victim. When diggitcamara returned, the group hurried outside, and the search was on.
She was not easy to find - the rapid population decrease that had occurred in the last week had greatly limited the town's surveillance and security options - but on an off-World colony, there are only so many places a woman can hide.
They ran her to ground far from the populated part of the colony, on a barren, featureless plain that was what the entire planet had been, before New Canaan. Periodically, streams of white hot steam, vented from deep below the planet's surface, blasted up from the ground. The colonists surrounded sinjin but kept their distance, and she stood alone on the empty sands. At her feet she tossed a small device, resembling but not a gun, and met their hard stares with a cold glare of her own. "You could have welcomed us," she said, with seething arrogance. "We'd have let you to live, anyway. Our future is THE future." She shook her head in mock sadness. "Now none of us will see it. But I won't sit for your justice; I won't answer to your Governor or to your laws." Her eyes darkened further, and she said her last words: "Goodbye, Fluffy White Cat."
And then, from below, the jet of steam for which she had been waiting exploded upward. The temperature of the vented steam would have been lethal even if its force hadn't blown her body apart.
sinjin, a Human Third Party Speculator, has been lynched (well, sort of)
But it wasn't over.
The death of sinjin was greeted by a stunned silence. Then the stillness was shattered by a deep, thick, throaty laugh. The man they knew as Roosh was very tall, with a lean gaunt face and a wide-brimmed black hat. He was a talkative man, but they had known him to be fairly serious in spite of it. Now, his laughter chilled them all.
"You people... oh man. This... this is too rich. This is why I love you foolish people. Even... even though you're being attacked by vicious replicants and robots, and your lives are ALL in danger. You humans... you humans are just amazing. There are still groups of you that will TRY to make a profit off the misfortunes of your fellow man. You will try to capitalize on the hurting and the suffering rather than alleviate it. It's rather foolish, and really inefficiently stupid....
I mean... here we all ARE. Fighting for our LIVES out here. And there are groups of you trying to make a quick buck off this whole incident. You... you putting yourselves in danger, and ACTUALLY HINDERING the survival of the species just... just to try to get ahead in life.... That's just... that's just... disgusting.... The replicants... at least they're efficient, ya know? They're a team. They have ideals. Goals. Visions of a better tomorrow. Sure, their methods may seem cruel and 'inhumane' to us. But really... is your "chair" an intelligent and "humane" solution to trying to save yourselves? Come on now... how many good people have died at the hands of this thing? You people... You humans... are just disgustingly inefficient. I'm surprised you've all made it this far even.... Rather pitiful actually."
He laughed again.
"Well, I've served my purpose. I've fulfilled my goals, and I will retire myself with dignity and efficiency. But good luck to you..."
None of them had ever seen a Replicant self-destruct before, and if pressed most would have expected something spectacular. Perhaps an explosion, or a shower of sparks. Instead, a tiny targeting computer attached to Roosh's artificial brain, a computer that made him the perfect killer, simply... ceased to function. Roosh froze where he sat, eyes wide open to the setting sun.
Roosh, a Rogue Replicant (Assassin Model), wrote his own death speech
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Night Seven begins here, and will end in approximately 36 hours - or on Thursday at 12:00 noon EST. Have fun!
Unlike those who had gone before her into the history books of New Canaan, sinjin had no intention of dying quietly. Even as the increasingly angry and certain mob closed around her, she continued to plead her case, by turns impassioned, eloquent, and logical. When it became evident that her defense was fruitless, she bowed her head and readily agreed to her place in the town's electric chair. The change in her demeanor was palpable; she was so quiet, gentle, and accepting of her fate that the small group of colonists who remained never even bothered to slip restraints about her arms. As the minutes ticked away toward the dusk, the group waited for their Governor to return from his extended bio break, to pronounce her doom and carry out her sentence. But before diggitcamara could return and complete the day's work, someone brought up a minor but distinctly crucial flaw in their plans.
sinjin had gently, quietly, and acceptingly slipped out the door of the Town Hall.
The uproar that followed was substantial. Parzival maintained that CatinaSuit had been responsible for her detention, while Roosh and Kat turned accusing eyes in the direction of Death by Irony. zuma sleeping in the corner since mid-day, took none of the responsibility for the suddenly absent victim. When diggitcamara returned, the group hurried outside, and the search was on.
She was not easy to find - the rapid population decrease that had occurred in the last week had greatly limited the town's surveillance and security options - but on an off-World colony, there are only so many places a woman can hide.
They ran her to ground far from the populated part of the colony, on a barren, featureless plain that was what the entire planet had been, before New Canaan. Periodically, streams of white hot steam, vented from deep below the planet's surface, blasted up from the ground. The colonists surrounded sinjin but kept their distance, and she stood alone on the empty sands. At her feet she tossed a small device, resembling but not a gun, and met their hard stares with a cold glare of her own. "You could have welcomed us," she said, with seething arrogance. "We'd have let you to live, anyway. Our future is THE future." She shook her head in mock sadness. "Now none of us will see it. But I won't sit for your justice; I won't answer to your Governor or to your laws." Her eyes darkened further, and she said her last words: "Goodbye, Fluffy White Cat."
And then, from below, the jet of steam for which she had been waiting exploded upward. The temperature of the vented steam would have been lethal even if its force hadn't blown her body apart.
sinjin, a Human Third Party Speculator, has been lynched (well, sort of)
But it wasn't over.
The death of sinjin was greeted by a stunned silence. Then the stillness was shattered by a deep, thick, throaty laugh. The man they knew as Roosh was very tall, with a lean gaunt face and a wide-brimmed black hat. He was a talkative man, but they had known him to be fairly serious in spite of it. Now, his laughter chilled them all.
"You people... oh man. This... this is too rich. This is why I love you foolish people. Even... even though you're being attacked by vicious replicants and robots, and your lives are ALL in danger. You humans... you humans are just amazing. There are still groups of you that will TRY to make a profit off the misfortunes of your fellow man. You will try to capitalize on the hurting and the suffering rather than alleviate it. It's rather foolish, and really inefficiently stupid....
I mean... here we all ARE. Fighting for our LIVES out here. And there are groups of you trying to make a quick buck off this whole incident. You... you putting yourselves in danger, and ACTUALLY HINDERING the survival of the species just... just to try to get ahead in life.... That's just... that's just... disgusting.... The replicants... at least they're efficient, ya know? They're a team. They have ideals. Goals. Visions of a better tomorrow. Sure, their methods may seem cruel and 'inhumane' to us. But really... is your "chair" an intelligent and "humane" solution to trying to save yourselves? Come on now... how many good people have died at the hands of this thing? You people... You humans... are just disgustingly inefficient. I'm surprised you've all made it this far even.... Rather pitiful actually."
He laughed again.
"Well, I've served my purpose. I've fulfilled my goals, and I will retire myself with dignity and efficiency. But good luck to you..."
None of them had ever seen a Replicant self-destruct before, and if pressed most would have expected something spectacular. Perhaps an explosion, or a shower of sparks. Instead, a tiny targeting computer attached to Roosh's artificial brain, a computer that made him the perfect killer, simply... ceased to function. Roosh froze where he sat, eyes wide open to the setting sun.
Roosh, a Rogue Replicant (Assassin Model), wrote his own death speech
--------------------
Night Seven begins here, and will end in approximately 36 hours - or on Thursday at 12:00 noon EST. Have fun!