Alright, so vibe with me on this. I can solve a crime before technology does. For a few reasons: one, I'm human, so I'm allowed to. Robots can't act on things until they get Android Bodies or something. Robots have to tell humans what to do.
And then we get things like criminal apathy. Or criminal big bucks. Apathy is when they ignore the criminal cause they want the crime to pop off. Or cause they want a bigger scheme to be followed and arrest more people. It all ends the same no matter what though.
Nobody gets arrested in precognition land cause if it did, Minority Report would be real! People would be arrested all the time for just conceiving of crimes. But it's still funny. Cause if I'm Minority Report, I Vibe Guard well. Fuck arresting people, let's help solve crimes before they happen. By figuring out everything that can happen first.
First, we start with businesses close enough to work that we could hypothetically rob it or they rob us. We have a car parts warehouse named Car Zone, a McDonalds, a Gas Station, a small farm, a weed dispensary named Greenside, an impound lot owned by a small family and a security guard hired by the Cops, and then finally there's a neighborhood of hotels.
A lot can happen all year round. First, our obvious suspect is kid gangster land. The McDonalds. They could want to come here and steal car parts with numbers, and generic shit. Which is my build, but they're broke cause they work at McDonalds. They could steal annoying shit from the place though. Like boiling grease. Ugh. And chemicals.
The next bit is a bit amoral. Really it's a meetup spot for anyone for this whole neighborhood. The Gas Station. People can meet up there to go do crimes. Or leave their car there to hack the whole neighborhood of workers.
The worst people to do with honestly is my company or Car Zone. We're both car companies with lots of mechanics. Each of us have the potential to disassemble your car if it's in our lot if we have the right people on shift. Especially Car Zone, cause we do stuff other than car parts. Sometimes. While they own every car part ever.
I'll admit, some of it is the vibe of that place. I worked there for 2 and a half grueling years. It was bullshit eventually. For lots of reasons. Another anarchist hellhole I claimed with my fists, metal rods, and chemical warfare. Like always with my life.
It was anarchist cause of women and drugs. Like every hellhole. And they wanted slaves as per usual. I just beat people up and worked through it while depressed as fuck. I was the worst worker and they just dragged me along for too long. For no reason I could tell. Besides possibly not wanting to have to pay an unemployment tax. Cause Capitalism makes everyone want to save money through being criminal douches. And in crime land, it's bullshit. I fight you. You fight me. We beat each other up until we go back to work. Rinse and repeat, Samsara of the workforce. We fight each other, we pout, one of us gets sent home for psyche evals. Maybe multiple. We go back to work if we're sane. And maybe if we're lucky, at least one of us gets fired.
It never happens. No one is ever fired. Not even me. It's obvious why. We work! Only losers get fired! Good workers can actually get away with so much shit, it's r@#$%^&. Literally, it's insane. Some of you could bring a prostitute into work, and maybe keep your job. At least once. It's fucking bullshit. I'd still hate you, don't do it.
Hoe builds are bullshit. They're the ultimate OP in my head after enough card gaming life. Women can make men do anything for some sex. A hot enough woman can make men do crimes for a blowjob and love. And cash if they're extra desperate. They'll share the pot for the crimes you do. It's sad and stupid.
It doesn't even work with my job's security system. But I card game past it with ease. Why? Hackers gonna hack back. The Capitalism hack won't last forever. They can break it, and hack it. Or the funniest thing: they can give up and just buy the part. Capitalism lets you if your mechanic is based. You might not even go to jail if no one snitches. And they think you're innocent. Maybe…
Hoes are distractions. Women rule the world in their head, and sometimes reality. It falls apart eventually though. When it's anything but a crime. It's funny to watch at work. Men would rather rob people than have a reliable job. They'd rather try robbing me than have a job. Or they'd rather fuck whores than have a job.
Life is dumb. Sometimes I want to give up cause of how sad it is. How pointless it is. The only things that keep me going are my creativity. For stories that never get popular enough. The money never goes my way. It goes to other people.
To the point I just look at everything, and just wonder where it went wrong. In reality, its simply the pieces were stacked against me. Everyone but me has the contacts for fictional fame. I just have the talent. But it's not enough. Star Power is meant for people with relatives in the company already.
So instead we just have somewhat suicidal fun. We solve crimes ahead of time. Enough moping, let's think of a crime to solve.
Based on observations of the area, there isn't too much risk. We have decent enough defenses to survive a basic assault. But a big vehicle can cause problems if in the wrong spot. Surprisingly staying close to buildings will be fine for most situations thanks to the fence, small ditches in the sides of the road, and the abundance of trees.
Big vehicles are what I worry about. Terra mage versus terra mage is bullshit.
But we start small in crime land. Humans must do crimes based on observations. Imagine criminals as limited as I myself am. They must be able to reach it to do it.
There isn't even a way onto the roof. I'm beginning to think that it's bad for me. Crime is perfected… at my workplace. I'm too focused on being a security guard.
Let's branch out. Let's go somewhere that's imperfect. Like a supermarket. Let's go with a shitty one I stole from as a child. Dollar Store. We enter it and find a typical scenario for things to go wrong. Too many people are mad. And some of it is a charade.
Cause as I wander, people are stuffing shit into their shirts. And telling me I should do the same non-verbally. One man smacks his gun on his hip. I throat punch him in response, then trip him with a shoulder push and a backwards heel kick to the spot above the back of their ankle. Then I grab his gun after stomping his face two or three times.
After that, I fire the gun into the ceiling. Twice. And do a sarcastic saleswoman voice.
"Ladies and gentleman, please be good boys and girls. Before I unload lead into your souls." I say.
I drop the gun out of fear towards myself. But allow myself to grab a broom. I'm tense enough to want to leave immediately. Until it happens. They attack me. Two thieves. But they shouldn't have fucked with me with a broom in my hand.
It's a hollow club. In a swordsman's hand. I make the wind blow fast with a flick of the wrist. Cause it's so light. And I have been obsessed with how stylish a sword is since I was a child.
First, one man gets throat punched as I'm struck in the back of the neck. I mule kick them away, rip a needle out my neck, check it briefly to see it has some liquid in it, but the tube isn't empty. I squish it in my hand, and smack the glass and liquid against the other guy behind me.
We stare at each other for a moment, both of us wigging out while the third guy just wonders if we're gonna die. Cause I'm hallucinating and twitching, he's doing the same. And the third guy just aborts. He runs off.
I wake up a while later in the same aisle, collapsed against a knocked over shelf. Cause I fell against it apparently. The guy who stabbed me with the needle is gone. And the whole store is in disarray.
Day 1 in Voluntary Vigilante land was a fail to an extent. It was a stalemate at best. But we rock on, it's not a death. We just predict crime harder. And do anything but that. Next time we go vigilante mode, we have a real weapon ready. Which that time, we didn't. The broom was plastic. If it was wood, I would've been more satisfied.
They interview me later. The Cops do. It's a short interview, where surprisingly they ask me what they can do to improve things at the store. I say "Make the shelves electrified during a riot. It'll be funny if it works. Cover the items with a liquid that makes them electrically conductive."
It might ruin products but it'd be funny as fuck. It gives technology another win, but fuck it. Who cares? It'll be years before they set it up. They got to beat lawyers first.