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Succinct steps strolled into a barren room as the officer then lowered his jacket to rest on a chair well worn from the action routinely done. He groaned wearily as he looked out the full wall windows to the side of him. He was alone for a brief while, the peace felt wonderful.
It was a grey sight again today, rains turning into sleet made the outside environment uncomfortable. Such an exhausting, lackluster view after the draining tedium of affairs throughout his day, he only could groan about it. He hated his job, an endless task of maintaining safety and balance. The government certainly couldn't ensure order if all man truly wished to rebel. He could only catch what he saw on the online the best he could as any other security officer of the government. Complete safety was a falsehood and he knew it! Where one criminal was snipped off, another three found a clever way to cheat.
It had been a while since chips were granted to the citizens as a way to maintain verification as a meager attempt to afford accounts and identities better safety, but when one fixes one problem, criminals find another way again. DNA scans then became a way, but they found another way to bypass. Finally, delicate brain electrical impulses were studied to find a unique algorithm for each person. Cerebral rhythm Observation World Network C.R.O.W.N. was the new security. He rubbed his forehead in blasted reminder of the circular piece resting gently on his forehead. He groaned again, even that wasn't flawless.
Finally frustrated enough, he sank to his glass desk and fumbled in a drawer for an old fountain pen. It had been several years since he had last actually seen the owner of this object. He missed that warmth entirely. Now everything felt sterile, only one thing consoled him, and he could reach but never touch with his live hands. She loved old, temperamental, and impractical things like that pen even when everything was done on an electronic system where paper was obsolete.
With a voice command, he ordered a screen to pop up before his eyes. He'd studied the information intently for several years now. He barely had legal clearance for such a thing, but he didn't care. In anonymity he'd hacked the system to gather what secret investigations he could. He would never forget that piercing moment. He would never forget those cutting words lashed at him in challenge. Those you love truly stab the most fatal.
He studied today's log as he watched the security screen. The figure was sitting limp in a corner. Failing to eat anymore, a restraint to her abdomen kept her from ripping a feeding tube out, the forced measure to keep her alive longer to study the crazed being. The look in those dark black-brown eyes stated there was no desire to linger in the mortal realm any longer, nothing grasping at stilling her before the unknown beyond life. Who knew what happened after one died?
Science, despite its progress, still found no answer. Most likely nothingness he reasoned, but a lump in his throat welled at the thought of that, so he refused to linger longer on such depressing things. He sighed, life as it was right now was a very dismal time. Was he forever to waste away, pining for someone that would never acknowledge him again?
