Digging into Dirk
A monologue from a main character in my upcoming
space opera, Where Pirates Go to Die.
Name: Dirk
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
I know what you’re thinking. How is it possible to be a Bounty Hunter in
this day and age?
DNA tracing just shows where a person has been,
not where that person actually is. Full or partial
facial recognition doesn’t give you much unless you know the person’s pattern. Thermal imaging can’t tell exactly who is
there.
All this data that tracks our every move needs
interpretation. Sure, there are
algorithms and all this other schmact that I don’t care about to analyze our
thoughts and future actions. However,
they can’t do my job.
When a Patrolbot enters a less than reputable den,
criminals scatter like cockroaches. I
enter like I’m one of them. And they
always give up information for the right price.
Not everyone is cut out to be a Bounty Hunter. My connections keep my stick tabs full of lons
and my ship flying in every quadrant in the Galaxy.
You think you can do what I do? Can you stay one step ahead of the Flyers so
they don’t “relieve” you of your payment? Are you prepared to shoot anyone who gets in
your way? Can you step on both sides of
the law without being covered in schmact?
That’s what I thought. Now, scuttle back to the safety of your
perfectly terraformed, Galaxy-run hunk of rock.
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