Art and the philosophy of life

Hitman…Chapter 25

“I have to find Li,” said Terry, standing up.

“Let us do it,” said the Dragons.  “She obviously paid for our services.  Let us do our job,” said Seven.

“Besides,” said Four, “we can do it a million times faster than you can.”

‘Okay,” conceded Terry.  “Thank you.”

The Dragons misted out of sight.

“They’re right, you know,” said Sally.  “They can do it a million times faster than you can.”

“We have to find out what’s controlling our reality,” he said.

“Well, Mr. Big Shot doesn’t know, that’s for sure.  He’s an errand boy at best,” mused Sally.  “I think those running the game are untouchable.  Cat’s paws and…”

“We found her,” said Four.  “She’s safe.  I think she’s inside a veil of some kind.   Smoke and mirrors, if you ask me.  But I don’t think anyone can get to her.  At least not right now.”

“Did she see you?”

“I don’t know,” said Seven.

“I’ll go to her.”

“You’d just get her killed.  I think you should leave her alone and start plotting.”

“Seven’s right,” said James. I think I know where to start.”

“Do tell, said Sally.

“If we’re in a video game, all we have to do is insert a virus.”

“Can you do it?” asked Terry.

“What will happen to this reality if you can do it?” asked Sally.

“I’m pretty sure…I can do it,” he said, grinning at the computer screen in front of him.  I suppose we could disappear, or turn into something else,” said James.  “Reality, as we know it, could simply vanish, and us along with it, of course.  My best guess would be that we’ll no longer exist, like when you stop playing one of your games and turn it off.  But I’ve never done it before, so I can’t say for sure.”

“This is like Matrix,” said Terry.  “The population is unaware that their reality isn’t real and those who know the truth live in a sub.”

“It’s only kind of like that,” said Sally.  It’s true about the masses, but those who know the truth live in their reality as well.  Mind blowing…expansive and…”

An Angel materialize through the ceiling, fell, and hit the floor.  Everyone, including the Dragons, stared at it.  The Angel rolled over and opened its blue eyes.  “That hurt.”

“Who are you?  Why are you here, and what do you want?” asked Terry, his gun aimed at the Angel’s head.

“A little help up,” said the Angel, holding up its arm.

“Don’t help it,” said Sally.  “Those who believe in religious things believe in suffering, so let it suffer.  It’s their thing.”

They all watched the Angel roll to its knees, grunt a few times, then work to stand up.”

“Jeez,” said James, “how far did you fall?”

“I don’t know, exactly.  From the sky,” it said, pointing toward the ceiling.

“That’s a long fall,” said James.

“Tell me about it,” said the Angel, stretching his back.

The cat walked up to the Angel, sniffed him a couple of times, hissed, then walked over to the cot Terry had been laying on, jumped up and curled up into a ball.

“It’s not a good sign when a cat doesn’t like you,” said Terry.

“I’m allergic,” said the Angel.

“Angels have allergies?” asked James, totally surprised.

“What can I say?  You should see me during Hay Fever season. I hardly ever come here when that’s raging.”

“Can we PLEASE cut to the chase,” said Terry.  “WHY ARE YOU HERE AND WHAT DO YOU WANT.  Tell me or I’ll kill you where you stand.”

Everyone looked at him.  “You’re just going to shoot it?” said Four.

“If it doesn’t answer me.  YES.  I’M GOING TO SHOOT IT.”

“I realize you’re stressed,” said the Angel.  “You can put the gun away.  I’m here because I just found out that our reality isn’t real, and that everything is made up.  The players add idiotic beliefs, wars, hatred…everything.  None of it’s real, it’s all for the delight of the moronic players.”

“Do you know about the experiments?” asked James.

“You mean where they put our things, into human bodies?  Yes, I know about that.”

“Things?” asked Sally.  “What things?”

“It’s like human DNA but it’s more like Angel things, not exactly DNA, but similar, I guess.”

“That was informative,” said James.  “Not.”

“Look,” said the Angel.  “You have no idea what it’s like to be an Angel.  It’s horrible.  That’s why so many of them left.  We are genderless, bored to distraction, and our food is disgusting.  They lied about the war between heaven and hell.  Angels left because everything was elevator music.  Most just wanted to escape, or die, which isn’t really possible.  At least I don’t think it is.  We eat the same thing every day, we can’t touch each other and feel it.  We…”

“Blah, blah, blah,” said Terry.  “What do you want?”

“I want to be human.   But that’s probably one of those things that’s not going to happen, right?  I also want to find the beings, or whatever they are, who are playing with us and end them. Big time.  I’m here to help and do whatever I can.”

“Can I see your wings?” asked Sally.

The Angel smiled and wings suddenly filled half the warehouse.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Everyone loves the wings,” said the Angel.  “Humans long to fly.”

“I’m going to inject a virus into the program,” said James.

“Won’t we all die?” asked the Angel.

“Maybe,” said James nodding.  “But will that be a bad thing?  I mean we aren’t actually here anyway.”

“I feel as if I’m here,” said Sally.

“But you aren’t.”

“Circular argument,” she said, getting up and walking over to the food table.

Terry stood up.  “Fade said the wards on the building are being attacked.  They found us.  He said someone came in from outside and they picked up the energy marker.  Angel.”

“Oops,” said the Angel.  “Sorry about that.”

Terry pulled the trigger and the Angel hit the concrete, with a soft thud.



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