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by Troler
Free Software fundamentally misses the point. It fails on a practical, ideological, economic, and political level. Let’s examine precisely how (in a slightly different order for the purposes of presentation).
EXT. CITY - DAY
The scene takes place in an undisclosed city. The sky is moody, it seems like it is about to rain. There is a man (Johnathan) running, his suit is torn. The man bumps into a woman, making her spill scolding hot coffee on both of them. ↩ Reply
I'm sorry, I' - fuck
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I am the unluckiest man in the world. This is not a story about me, because that would make me account to something.
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EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
Johnathan is standing outside, wearing the same suit. It is earlier than the last scene. There is a visible sweat on his face. He walks in. ↩ Reply
INT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
Welcome to Harling's co and work, how may I help you?
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I... er... came for... Mann.
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Excuse me? Do you have an appointment with someone?
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No... I came for... uh... Peter...
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The phone audibly rings and the receptionist holds up the index finger to Johnathan. ↩ Reply
(To the phone)
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Uhuh... Yeah... We can arrange it tomorrow at 5 pm.
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Meanwhile Johnathan is sweating more profusely, to a point a puddle formed before his feet. ↩ Reply
(To the phone)
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There is time 7 pm tomorrow...
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Johnathan nods and then shakes, unsure how to react. Then he turns his gaze and seems a janitor mopping the floor not too far from him. ↩ Reply
(To the phone)
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Oh, it is okay, I can wait... no, it is not really a problem.
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(loudly)
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(To Johnathan, annoyed)
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I am on a very important call, please wait.
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(Even louder)
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Johnathan sprints out screaming right to the direction of the janitor. He slips and slides towards the elevator. The impact is certain. And. The. Door. Opens. Few men with grey suits look at down at Johnathan. ↩ Reply
I can explain.
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The men awkwardly walk over him out of the tight quarters. The door closes and Johnathan feels the elevator rise. ↩ Reply
EXT. CITY - DAY
Johnathan is still running, there are now lights beaming down the sky, it's the searchlights of helicopters. Johnathan turns a tight corner into a secluded alleyway and cowers in the shadow. ↩ Reply
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I was never the most athletic person.
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The elevator door opened, there stood a what could be called a bodybuilder. ↩ Reply
(Now standing)
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Do you have tissues?
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(Flexing his arm's muscles)
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Yeah, impressed?
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Excuse me.
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(Ahem)
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The crowd screams, the phones ring and papers fly into the air. A red haired woman in high heels comes in a striking display of a walk towards the elevator. ↩ Reply
Who are you?
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Look, I don't have much time-
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You have plenty of time for excuses, who are you?!
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I'm Jo-
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I didn't ask for your name, who the hell are you?!
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I'm looking for Peter Mann, could you ge-
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(Slaps Johnathan on the face)
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Well, Mr. I'm looking, Peter Mann is a busy man and you cannot just waltz into his office and threaten to blow him up. Do you realize how much paperwork we have to waste on every scoundrel who thinks he can get his way into position! You have 10 seconds to explain to me why I shouldn't kick you out of that window right there.
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Look, Peter Mann has the code for diffusing the explosive and I nee-
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Time's up. Now get OUT!
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In a moments notice Johnathan curled his hand into a fist and hit the woman. She flared up and pushed him into the open elevator. A fight ensued. Johnathan's body slammed into the elevator call numdial, pressing the large, golden button. The brawl ensued until the woman and Johnathan are both bloody. The brawl continued as they fought their way through the receptionist onto the carpet of Peter Mann's office. ↩ Reply
Juliath, you're staining my Persian carpet with your blood!
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This man says he has a bomb in his head.
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Peter Mann pressed a button and uttered some incomprehensible words. Shortly after guards came out the door. ↩ Reply
I have a bomb put into my head and I know you have the key. Remember the IOU, it's right time to cash it in.
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Who are you?
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For fuck sakes, I am JOHNATHAN MARGARINNI. I have a bomb of your contraptio-
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Get that lunatic from my room, oh and Juliath...
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EXT. CITY - DAY
Johnathan touches his chest, there is a red dot blob forming, staining the clothes. The helicopters continue searching with their flood lights. Suddenly, there is a crackle. A silhouette of a man appears at the entrance to the alleyway. ↩ Reply
EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
Johnathan is outside, in blood. Suddenly, a siren is heard, it gets louder and louder. A police car parks by the office building, Johnathan is out of eyesight, they are looking for him. ↩ Reply
EXT. CITY - DAY
The silhouette of the man steps into the light, it is Peter Mann and he is holding an axe. ↩ Reply
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