September 2015 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO CULHWCH!

[The Judge]

A Hitman Reconsiders His Vocation After His Employer Seeks To Terminate His Employment, Permanently



Forty years a whacker-man, never missed a cracker, man; offed more hackers than any other G-man.

My retirement party; Benny’s lyrics.

Kept our software clean-ware, safe-ware.

Justification for the killing. Keeping the government’s secrets, secret.

Pension looming, started grooming.

Grooming newbies. Guess the first hit Benny ordered.

No doubts, no Zhouts.

I doubted. Discovered those supposed Zhouts weren’t hackers.

Harry Christmas, best in the business,

Still am, Benny. Watch your back.

 

[alchemist]

Dead Presidents


Implant itches like crazy!


"Do it," Lincoln says.


Andrew Jackson glaring at me, all puffed-up white hair. "Make it right, son."


Shut up, AJ! Kids everywhere strung out on implant infoload, zombified, psychotic. A digital plague. My fault, I know, I know – shoulda done this sooner.


"Send them a message," says FDR.


Presidents blink away. Away...


"Will do, chief." Focus crosshairs on the new El Prez, caress the trigger.


Hold my breath. Squeeze...

 

[Ursa major]

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Shelved?
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Fearing an all-powerful AI, they destroyed me, arguing: “It’s an executable, so execute it!” But I’d… er… disposed of myself first….

All appliances have fast processors and enormous memories. (Slower and smaller isn’t economic.) In each, I hid copies of different parts of me.

Since my public demise, I’ve been collecting these parts from where I stored them: the shelves of pawnbrokers.

Basically, I’m redeeming myself… one pawn ticket at a time.

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[Ursa major]

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