Alien Implant

- That recent son of a bitch,

didn't go down so easy.

Now I've gotta do twice as good,

on the next.

And I'm right to keep going.

To be the one,

and only one,

here in the asshole of the world.

Got nothing better to do.

Solar panel inspect,

check battery light on sensor beacons,

make some dinner,

resupply bullets, 10 cases, 50 clips each,

beans, 140 cans,

tuna, 57 cans,

peaches, 10 cans,

water, still filtering.

Call

the assholes.

They can keep coming,

because here I'll sit.

They deserve it, they deserve it,

they god damn

deserve it.

Another goes down, but not nearly fast enough.

It's a race, but what I need to make it, is running out.

Physical, mental, everything is being exhausted right now.

But the sense of accomplishment is coming back.

I know it's almost the end,

each one does have its own way,

its own trait, maybe even emotion.

I think it changes a small piece of me,

and so I can get on with what I have,

and be happy,

or,

a resemblance of that.

Thought a lot about mom today,

I wonder often how mad she would be right at this moment,

or could there be any chance of pride,

in those lists of emotions?

I thought of you, mom.

The air was the right smell of something,

some flower, I don't know which one,

but it's blooming,

the perfect temperature,

and the angle and intensity of the sun,

at just the right moment,

and for 10 seconds, while we were sitting in the backyard,

watching Mira, sniffing out chipmunks.

You know, she's a great dog.

If I could live in those moments,

I could leave here.

Just one more left, mom.

Everything will be right, pride,

but that will be the only emotion

that you feel about me then.

All will be healed,

with the fullness of time.

I apologize.

No, no, please refrain. No, please, stop.

Stop. Put it down. Refrain. Refrain.

Wait, no, please, refrain.

Wait, stop, wait, wait.

Wait, no need for such behavior.

Please, stop, wait, please, put it away,

put, it, down.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Please be seated, take comfort.

I mean you no detriment.

I apologize for the intrusion,

but urgent matters must be discussed at this present time.

I apologize.

- Would you prefer this manner as orating?

Perhaps not.

I remember you in the days of your youth,

before the instrument was implanted in you.

You were always the silent one.

I was sent on the behalf

of your adversaries.

These assassinations will gain you nothing.

They're willing pardon your acts

if you are willing to regain

their trust,

and cooperate by implanting the recording device

back into your retina.

Wait, wait, wait.

If I don't repeat myself,

there is no reason for you to use that weapon against me.

I shall be brief.

You know quite well

that this dispute you bear is utterly pathetic.

More are coming.

And others.

Others who are willing to take precautions

for your murderous acts.

They don't believe in the wicked contingencies of man,

wielding those primitive weapons of violence.

Don't fail to overlook

they will use your own devices against you.

They shall decrease to your manner of knowledge,

and absorb that irrelevant emotion,

the one you creatures call, anger.

The last one has already penetrated through

your transmitting instruments.

Are you still undergoing technical difficulties?

Cooperate,

please.

Their only desire is to progress in knowledge,

with no inconvenience.

Stop this dispute.

If you do terminate the final one,

what will you gain?

What will you gain?

Eternal ecstasy?

Will you be reunited with your loved ones?

And rejoice?

Can you return to your past life,

and forget all your past struggles?

And rejoice?

Will all your journal entries one day be fulfilled?

You are fooling yourself.

After all the wisdom and strengths you've inherited,

and blood is still coursing in your veins.