Person Of Interest - Shaw's Journey

New Start, New Information

He was right. I couldn't give up. Not just yet. I took a sip of my ginger ale and slammed it on the counter.

"Well? What are we waiting for?"

We got into a black sedan and the whole trip was silent. Not awkward silence. It was the type of cautionary silence, you don't say anything because your scared of revealing anything you shouldn't. We arrived at a graffiti covered, concrete building. There was a door to the back of the building. Discreet. Perfect for a safe house or.... A base of operations.

"Through here," he said. I followed, ready for anything that might come at me. I entered and saw a library. Tall, large shelves filled with big sturdy books, big wordy books. Some were blue others were shades of red and brown and others were green. It was any bookworm's dream, however, I wasn't much of a bookworm.

I stepped into a room, larger than the others, more spacious and less... nerdy. There was a dark oak table, with three monitors, a keyboard and a mouse. All of a sudden, a kind-looking man walked into the room, startling me.

"Good evening, Ms. Shaw,' said the man, " I hope the ride wasn't too bumpy. My name is Harold, Harold Finch." He stuck out his hand and I hesitantly shook it.

"Sameen Shaw... But you already know that,"

"Yes I do. I apologise for our intrusive persuasion, however, I do believe that was the only way to get your attention."

Finch had black, thick glasses and brown, spiky hair. He had a significant limp and was unable to move his neck.

"So, who's the special forces guy?" I asked, wanting to know more about my potential associates.

"John Reese, nice to meet you," he said from behind me. I turned to see his hand stuck out, inviting me to shake it and I did. I hadn't been welcomed anywhere for a long time. This seemed too good to be true. I brushed the thought away and continued to ask.

"So what is it I can help with?"

"Well, Ms. Shaw, there is a system. It spies on you and watches you. This is an Artificial Super Intelligence, or ASI for short. This is what you called Research. It uses the data and information collected to foresee any threats." says Finch with a scrunched up face as if waiting for me to spontaneously combust with all this information.

"Well, damn." I replied, not being able to set any other words free.

"It doesn't end there," Reese says.

"I'm afraid Mr. Reese is right. There are two categories of threats. Relevant and irrelevant. Relevant threats include threats to national security and these are taken care of by the government."

"It was also last employment," Reese added.

"The government consider the other category irrelevant; we don't." Finch continued, "We call the ASI, The Machine."

"Okay, woah woah woah, let's slow down for a second here, how do you know all this?" I asked.

"Because I built it."

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