Vallankumous
“Does it comfort you? Knowing your story will live on for decades, centuries even?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He’s right there, kill him!
“You’re about to kill the leader of the Vallankumous, your society will praise you for years on end...and mine will shun you, hate you. But they won’t kill you, I’ve told them they can’t. I’ve told them that we aren’t going to kill someone who doesn’t know any better. They’ll respect that, and they’ll live on. Continue what I started. Because no matter how much you celebrate, no matter how much those people will cheer for you or award you, no matter who you kill, or what you do, there will always be someone who doesn’t agree with the way things are. There will always be someone who thinks to themself that we could do better. And even if the Vallankumous dies then a new one will start”
Enough of this crap! He’s stalling! KILL HIM ZOE MURPHY!!!
“Cut the crap, bastard”
“Can I have a last question?”
NO!!! KILL HIM!!!
“Whatever”
“Will it bring you comfort knowing you killed me?”
“Will it bring me comfort knowing I killed the leader of an uprising of crazed lunatics? Absolutely”
“No, there will always be another leader, will it bring you comfort knowing you killed ME?”
Zoe Murphy, you will be reported if you do not kill him
“...Why the fuck does it matter?”
“You said I could have a last question”
“Well I don’t fucking know! Alright!”
“Hmm...nice way to die, to a person who doesn’t even know if they want me dead”
“Shut up!”
“Well, I’m ready. Are you?”
Zoe Murphy, your hesitating. Shoot him this instant or you will be deemed a traitor and dealt with accordingly
“Why couldn’t you just let me have this?!”
“I’ve found that honesty is a valuable thing”
“Have you? Well that’s just amazing, real fucking touching”
“Listen I’m just trying to make my death seem cooler then it really is”
“I would think it was ‘ cool’ as it was”
“Eh, you’d be surprised by what minor details can change”
“What does that mean?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter…”
Silence, the two simply stared at each other for what felt like hours. Zoe’s Squip had gone mysteriously quiet, it occurred to her that she was probably labeled as a traitor now. Fucking bastard
“did you enjoy jazz band or did you just do it because the computers told you to?”
“What? How the hell do you know about that? Why is that worth even bringing up?”
“I was just curious, thought I should ask before I died”
“Right, that...give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you”
“Your on the wrong side perhaps?”
“That’s not a good reason”
“No, it is. You just don’t like it”
Zoe sighed “You’re insufferable”
“I try”
“So I suppose I should shoot you now”
“What happened to ‘I’ll fucking kill you if its the last thing I do’ and ‘I won’t damn hesitate when I catch you’?”
“An insane bastard said some creepy shit”
“Indeed he did...oh shit”
“What?”
And on that day, Zoe Murphy was shot through the head.