home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
-
-
- ### ###
- ### ###
- ### #### ### ### ### ####
- ### ### ##### ### ###
- ### ### ### ### ###
- ### ### ##### ### ###
- ########## ### ### ##########
- ### ###
- ### ###
-
- Underground eXperts United
-
- Presents...
-
- ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ####### #######
- ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ##
- #### ## ## #### # # ## ####### #######
- ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ##
- ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ####### #######
-
- [ Interrogation ] [ By The GNN ]
-
-
- ____________________________________________________________________
- ____________________________________________________________________
-
-
- "INTERROGATION"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
-
-
-
- The two men in the small sound-proof room shook hands, exchanged their
- names and sat down. Even if the man in the blue uniform already knew the
- name of the man in front of him, he did not say anything about it. The
- room was almost empty, except for a table and two chairs. There was no
- electrical light, just a candle that flickered on the table. No windows.
- The man in the blue uniform placed a paper and a pen on the table, looked
- at the man in front of him and wondered that kind of circus this was.
- - You know why you are here I hope? the man in the blue uniform asked.
- The man on the chair in front of him nodded. His black uniform made him
- almost invisible in the dark room. The light from the candle made his face
- look white and the metal strips on his shoulders reflected a yellow light
- back to the man in the blue uniform.
- - Your name is Harold Warnock. Correct?
- The man in the black uniform laughed.
- - Of course! And you name is Mister Smith? Correct?
- Mister Smith raised his hand.
- - Listen, you shut your face until I tell you to speak. Is that clear?
- Harold laughed once again.
- - Who cares?
- Mister Smith looked down at his papers. Then he picked up the pen and
- wrote down Harold's complete name. He wondered once again what he was
- doing. He felt strange. He knew that this was the law and he was a police
- man. This had to be done. This was the law.
- - Harold...
- Harold put his hands behind his head and leaned back in the uncomfortable
- chair. He smiled a calm smile. In the eyes of Mister Smith, it looked
- vicious.
- - Yes Officer Mister Smith? Harold said quite amused.
- - You are evil Harold.
- Harold said nothing. He just smiled.
- - I am? What have I done officer?
- - You know what you have done. You are here to be questioned for your
- crimes. You are going to be questioned and executed. You know that. I
- know that.
- The evil man in the black uniform showed the palms of his hands to Mister
- Smith.
- - But look Sir! My hands are clean! Clean, like the world outside! I
- am innocent! Truly innocent!
- - Fuck you, Harold.
- The two men stared at each other. The man in the blue uniform wanted to
- kill. The man in the black uniform had killed.
- Harold said: - Yes, I guess so. You are the only one on this planet who
- can fuck me!
- Mister Smith bit his lip and leaned over the table, towards Harold.
- - You are not a soldier in the army any more, Harold. You have been
- fired because you violated your rights. You have done the worst crime ever
- made in human history.
- Harold said nothing. Mister Smith continued: - So now tell me, how did
- you do it?
- Mister Smith already knew the answer. But this had to be done. This was
- the law.
- - Let me tell you how, Mister Smith, Harold said. I used to work twenty
- yards below the ground. I sat there, on a chair, with a gun in a holster,
- a key in my right hand, for ten years. Beside me, in that tight room with
- sex feet concrete walls, there was another man. He had a gun in his
- holster and a key in his right hand. Together we sat there every day for
- ten years. Do you understand?
- - No, said Mister Smith and pulled up his own gun from the side-holster.
- - Oh no? So we sat there all the time. So, one day I began to think.
- Let us do something fun! Let us try out some psychological tricks! I
- began to talk to the friend beside me. Yeah, I had spoken to him
- before, but now I Spoke! Do you understand the difference? I did not
- speak to him, I Spoke to him. I tried to manipulate him! I succeeded!
- The man in the blue police uniform placed the gun on the table. The
- metal shone in the light of the candle.
- - Go on, Harold.
- - (Why do you keep saying my name, Smith?) Could I get this dude to turn
- his key? Could I? Yes! I could! It took me three years before he did
- it! It was worth waiting for! Worth waiting for, like a sexy girl back
- home or a cold beer after the sun.
- Mister Smith picked up his gun, cocked it and slowly lowered it until it
- pointed at Harold, the evil man in the black military uniform.
- - Then what? Then what, Harold? What happened then? When he turned the
- key, what did you do? Did you insert your key too? Did you turn your key
- Harold? What happened when you turned your key, Harold? What happened?
- Mister Smith's voice was full of agony.
- - Yeeeaaah... Harold said with a dark voice. I turned my key tooo... I
- had too doooo it Mister Smith... you knoooow that.
- Mister Smith rose from his chair, still pointing his gun at the head of
- Harold Warnock.
- - What happened then, Harold?
- - Then it said bang! Bang! Bang!
- Harold also rose from his chair, violently moving his arms around while
- screaming: - Bang! Bang! Bang! It said bang! Bang! Smith! Bang!
- - When you turned your key, Harold, you launched twenty strategical
- nuclear warheads against ten different countries. They responded to the
- threat by launching a full scale attack on the world. All countries were
- attacked by each other and all countries launched their missiles. In less
- than ten minutes, eighty percent of the human population had been
- exterminated.
- Harold stared at Mister Smith with big eyes.
- - I know, Mister Smith, I know...
- Mister Smith felt the heavy gun in his hand. His hands steadied the grip
- around the metal.
- - You have destroyed everything. By now, there are probably only a
- couple of million people in this world alive. All of them will soon be
- dead because of radiation.
- Harold chuckled.
- - Can you feel the cancer inside you yet, Mistr Smith? Can you feel it?
- What did you get? Skin cancer like everybody else?
- Mister Smith saw the forehead of Harold through the gun sight.
- - What are you going to do, Mister Smith? Harold said. Are you going to
- kill me? Oooohh... that scaaares meee... Did you search for me, Mister
- Smith? Is that what you thought when you saw the first gigantic flowers of
- smoke arise from the ground? 'I am going to get that son-of-a-bitch who is
- responsible for this'? Did you, pig? Did you, cop? Well... did you?
- Here I am! The last criminal on planet earth, with the last cop in the
- universe! Do what the law tells you to do!
- Mister Smith closed his eyes for one second, then he opened them, stared
- at Harold and said with a serious voice: - I sentence you to death by
- firing squad. Fuck you, Harold Warnock, killer of the human race!
- The gun rocked in his hand as he pulled the trigger. The last criminal
- on planet earth had been punished, by the last police man in the universe.
-
-
-
- ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
- Are you not allowed to call girls?
- Call THE STASH! Much better than the tiny little sex you have had!
- \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
-
- Moment of terror is the beginning of life.
-
- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
- uXu #166 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #166
- Call THE TRUTH SAYER'S DOMAIN -> +1-210-493-9975
- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
-
-