Drones Of Monet

DRONES OF MONET

He remains motionless, dangling high above the pavement; knowing it’s equipped with an infrared camera, motion detector and that it’s probably retinal scanning him right now, he has make a move and it has to be quick and lethal, distance to the drone makes it too dangerous to try kick it out of the sky, there’s no time for error; his reflexes quickly take over as his right hand makes a move towards his waist, the drone moves left in defense, Zer_0 hits a button on his pack; jamming the drones computer signals and sending it spinning like a drunk ballerina on Hollywood Boulevard; losing its balance in the air it falls on the railing and flips, crashing onto the balcony upside down it now resembles a cockroach on its back as it fights to fly free. Swinging back and forward as the drone’s blades spin in vain; Zer_0 vaults onto the drone with the full force of his weight he smashes it into a plastic carcass. He wastes no time kicking the dead surveillance phoenix off the balcony; it’s time to get the hell out of there before the neighbors come out again and the swarm shows up.

Crouched from the landing, he waits. No Lights, No movement. Nothing.

Standing up he climbs back onto the railing and reaches a hold of floor above and pulls himself using his feet to climb up the side of the building to the balcony above, the sliding glass door opens.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” a man says as matter fact stepping out onto the balcony.

“It’s not really how I feel. It’s exactly the opposite. I don’t feel anything at all. That’s the problem.” she says unattached.

“Well it appears that I’ve had a completely different experience. It changed my life,” his words becoming passionate as he looks into her eyes.

Zer_0 slowly begins stepping his feet back down the wall as slow as a sloth.

“Yeah, maybe were just not meant to be together,” she says unconvincingly. “I don’t think I can be with a man who feels such emotion for… a Monet painting.” She looks and him and they both begin to laugh hysterically.

A high pitched whirling sound comes from around the corner as an autonomous drone makes its way around the building. She gets uncomfortable as it gets close to their balcony, “I really hate those things. Let’s go back inside.” They turn to go inside and the drone drops down out of sight, hovering now right where Zer_0 is dangling from the balcony.

“Just great!” he says under his breath.

In the darkness, just out of sight, a ghostly figure in a hoodie takes a run at the wall of a building, leaping right before he reaches the wall; stepping one foot up launching skyward to grab on the window sill with one hand. Fingers barely grasping the ledge, he pulls as he steps the left foot on the perpendicular wall in the corner of the building. He pushes upward to a drainage pipe that is a pathway so he can careen his way to the top of the building. At this point of no return, the drainage pipe starts to come loose, high above the city landscape hanging by only his fingers lodged in between the pipe and a bracket, he strains to leverage his toes into a small crack in the brick of the building so he can parlay a leap into the abyss of possibilities; seizing the moment, he grabs the ledge above the window to his right, shimming his fingers along the edge of the overhang till he reaches the end. At which point he swings his right foot forward towards the railing on the balcony in front of him; his foot skips off like a rock in a pond. Undeterred, he begins swaying like a clock in the opposite direction; his body’s momentum swings back towards the balcony and he thrusts his feet in the direction letting go of everything that is secure; his eyes focused on the one and only thing to keep him alive, the balcony’s ledge. Tucking his knees up, to avoid the railing below, as he defies physics in the air, his hands land on the edge as his lower body momentum swings into the lower balcony, raising his feet a little closer to his chest as the momentum carries him back across the outside of the railing only to return again he waits for the moment to release; he lets go, dropping on to the lower balcony with a lightness of being that disturbs only the leaves on a Japanese maple in a pot under the railing.

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