A little ditty I've written to get a feel for how I do a disgruntled citizen in the City, an examination of the Mirror's Edge world. Short and sweet, and scribbled it down in about five minutes. Mostly for my own benefit, but thanks for reading nonetheless.
I saw him on a Tuesday. Normally I don't bother keeping track of the days, they're all the same to me. But how do you forget this? One second I'm walking down 49th Street, and the next there's a flash of red, a crunching of bone, and pow! Asphalt pancake, if you feel me. Suicide, right? That's what the cops said.
But how many suicides have you heard of where they take the guy's bag and burn it, right there on the street? How many suicides have you heard of where six cop cars and a full sniper team just happened to be on the scene when the guy goes sidewalk diving? How many suicides have you heard of where the guy has four bullet wounds before he hits the ground? Zero.
You wanna hear something fucked up? He was conscious. I heard a bunch of times that you're supposed to pass out before you hit the ground, but I saw this guy's eyes and they were wide open. He wasn't screaming. Don't know why - guess his sort are used to big drops made in silence. Yeah, his sort. Guy wore a lot of red, if you feel me.
And isn't that pathetic? That I can't say it? That I can't say "I bet that guy's probably a Runner." You'd think it wouldn't matter. No one cares he's gone. He got scraped off the street with all the ceremony of a pig in the butcher's. But another guy who saw, he got taken in for commenting about the guy's bag. For one little remark. If that's not everything that's wrong with this place...
Nah. I've got no sympathy Runners. Fear-mongerers, hysterics, and fanatics if you ask me. You hear about the girl they think helped kill Pope? Can't be right in the head to go and do something like that. Not that spending your time throwing yourself over rooftops speaks to a guy's sanity, if you feel me.
But sometimes... I mean, you ever kinda think, "I wonder why they need so many cameras in my house." They know more about what happens in my house than I do, not to mention bugs that we probably don't even know about. And when's the last time you heard about a rape, or a murder, or a political screw-up, or anything like that on the news that wasn't something big-time everyone'd find out about anyways? Like this Pope thing...
Ah, it's the drink talking. I mean, better this than November, right? I'd rather have cameras than riots, if you feel me. Just, sometimes I feel like it wouldn't do me so much harm to know a little more. To hear a little more. I used to love this city. Now I just live in it. Hey, you wanna hear something fucked up? I saw a guy just fall out of the sky the other day. I saw him on a Tuesday...