Even-colored sky was all around me. Below were

buildings. Light was dimming in the milky canopy

above. I had to start moving soon.

      My next intended target came up on the data slate after

I had entered the success of my first mission. I didn’t look at it

or read it immediately.

      Taking time to bask in the feeling of success had led

to a feeling of overwhelming fear. Something within me was

making me disturbed while I waited on the roof. Such intensity

riddled my reason. To quell my insides, I fled across the roof

tops for a good span of minutes.

      It was easy to travel above. No one was around.

      Everything was even and lacked any complexity. Roofs were

just flat levels with small dividing walls between buildings.

Building to building, I continued until I was completely around

the block and sitting low on another roof to some building

somewhere.

      After a rest, I rose to go home for the night.

      Out of the corner of my eye, I caught glimpse of

someone else on the buildings a fair distance away. Very odd.

My fear strained upward within my mind; it was telling me that

person was a steward. Moments later, after concentrating on

the figure, I was sure it wasn’t authority of any sort.

      It was some random woman.

      Going building to building, I slowly stalked the person

who was spending recreational moments of their home’s

top. Closer and closer I came as I stealthily slinked over the

dividing walls between buildings. Soon, I was only a couple

buildings away.

      It was indeed a woman. She was mature, dark haired,

and would frolic a little, every so often. When her kinetic

activity would pause, she hung over the precipice to the front

of her building and watched whatever mundanity was in the

streets below. Those moments, when her back was turned to

the rooftops, allowed me to come closer.

      A minute later I was only one dividing wall away from

her. I was on the neighboring structure. My pulse quickened.

She wasn’t on the maintenance plan provided by the

populace slate, but random was as much delivered through

opportunity as through stodgy choice by machine.

      “Tell me your name,” I demanded kindly of the woman.

      “Wooooo!” she screamed as she turned from the street

view to find me leaning against the wall near her.

      I smiled gently to her.

      “You scared me!” she laughed then answered me, “Sue

1-289.”

      She turned back to the precipice and looked over.

      “I love the view of the road from so high. It’s fun to

be up here every so often and see the people so distant,” Sue

explained to me.

      A second later she was plummeting face-first into the

pavement below. I had hastily grabbed her and tossed her over

the small, restraining wall head first. Another couple seconds

later and she was dead.

      I never looked. I merely ran as screams launched

upward from the avenue in front of that building.

       An hour later I was back home, never having seen the

murdered woman. Within my room I entered the woman’s

identifier and labeled it accomplished. Then I took time to read

on the next victim which was already chosen.