I couldn’t care less what my opposition said through the glaring television as I sat within the “H” building of my complex. I, insane with power? Need to be stopped?
I always heard society shun those who become drunk with power, and think of themselves as more than human. But now, sitting here on my empire, with the television remote in my hand, and a glass bottle of Coke in the other, I couldn’t say that I felt drunk at all. In fact, I felt more alive than ever.
I came to the conclusion that I would fake my death once more, but before that, I must make sure that this Gary Waterson, not disgrace my legacy as the character Tim any longer.
And so, I stood up, put down the last of my Coke, walked to the window of my office, and threw the curtains aside to look down at the protest at the foot of my buildings, my eyes fell into loathing. Tsk, tsk, tsk. It’s a shame that I must delete all of these humans.
I saw Gary speaking to the crowd; from the television, I heard that soon this barrage of protesters would storm the building. Luckily, I told all of my employees and workers not to come today. And just like always they followed my command.
Now it is just me against them. So much for peaceful protest. I knew that this would be yet another big event in the history of my world. From the television, I heard that the government had sided with the tiny dot standing on my car 300 stories down. This surprised me, but yet again, once my character Tim dies, I will just emerge as someone new.
Now all I could think about is, will the government kill Tim, or will they let the civilians kill Tim? I looked at the television, and saw the live video of military helicopters flying my way. I guess they both will be coming for me. I looked back down at the protesters, they started to break into my building; to get me.
So, so, stupid. Why couldn’t they just burn down the building? Why do they need to get to me in person? If they did get to me, I would hand out Tim’s signatures, before they inevitably blew my brains out. Hey, I want those protesters to come up here! Now, I had to stop the military, so that I could pull off my sick fantasy, why must they make things so difficult?
I went to my desk, sat down, turned on my monitors, set one to track the progress of the protesters through the cameras in my building, and got the other one to launch my missile system. Might as well go full out, since this is the last day I can do this. I looked back at the television, and saw one by one and the helicopters dropped from the sky like dead flies. I laughed, the news broadcasts had their own helicopters, and their screams were so hilarious. No military has the power to block my missiles.
Heck, if I wanted to I could stay as Tim forever I could. But ultimately it would be better if I just continued my work under a new identity, I already had set up another facility where my new character can work, and the government has always been suspicious of this trillionaire Tim.
On the second monitor I saw that some protesters had crammed themselves inside the elevators; Inside my building there are forty elevators; twenty on each of the buildings that form the two parallel lines of my “H” building. I sent a missile into the north building of my “H” Building. I felt my office shake, from my monitor I saw all the protesters in the north elevators either explode, or plummet to their death; the video being transmitted to me from those 20 elevators were either all red, or broken after that. I saw the protesters immediately rush out of the elevators in the south building.
Oh, torturing them was so fun!
Dammit, you lost it! It was true. I have gone crazy, and I must get back on track. Yet, this feeling, where I have nothing to lose. It is so. Satisfying. Might as well go crazy for a little, and have some fun.
It has been 10 minutes. The military keeps on getting annihilated before they can reach me. And the remaining number of the protesters would storm my office in 5 minutes. Within these 10 minutes, I had exploded many parts of my building, to the point where the section that formed the H between the two buildings collapsed. I think I only killed 40% of the protesters. I guess because I wanted a big crowd to see what happened. I was amazed that they hadn’t quit.
Maybe because I wanted them to see Tim kill himself, then rise from the dead before them, before killing them. Delete. I sent another rumble throughout the South building, which I was in. Now they only had one stairway, and would fight amongst themselves. Oh how very entertaining.
I leaned down, and opened up the bottom drawer of my desk. In there sat a pistol. The one bullet which I was so confidently going to use to destroy all hope in those protesters, sat right next to the pistol. I picked them up, fitted the bullet into the chamber, flicked off the safety, and cocked the mechanism. 10…9…8…7…6 The crowd ran down the hallway… 5…4… I stood up; they were at my door! 3… BANG! I felt a sharp burning pain shoot straight through my heart, I saw the hole in the door, and looked back, and saw broken glass. Blood gushed out. I had been shot. I’m a human too! I bleed!
No.
You can’t die, you solved immortality.
I saw them kick down the door. “You’re dead!” the one holding the shotgun yelled. They are not civilians… These are… A second shot rang out from the man. This time the bullet went through my forehead; My skull caved, the bones of which stabbed into my brain. My eyes popped, I stumbled and finally collapsed upon my carpet.
The crowd gathered around my destroyed body. And they started to beat it apart with their weapons! Oh, and I felt all of it! I tried to get up, but only my arms could move. They broke the left one! Wait, the pistol! I was holding it behind my back! And fell upon it! I shifted my weight as the blows and muffled screams ripped my body. My senses were both flaring, and dying. I was pulled up, the finishing blow to what they thought was my dead body was going to be made by Gary Waterson! Yes, I can now point the gun up! I shifted the pistol up my broken back to line up with Gary’s fat head.
BANG!
Blood gushed all over my face. And I started laughing! They were screaming, their leader was dead, they realized that I couldn’t be beaten, they were utterly hopeless. And Gary fell on top of me, with his mouth that had spoken so ill of me blasted apart. I cleared my throat, coughing up blood. Then I yelled with triumph “Computer, Firework Time!” and the building exploded.
And just like that. My time as Tim was over.
