Jakarta, August 13th 1967, 07:03 PM
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[Matchstick igniting]
[Collar rubbing]
[Cigarette burning]
Death:
Is it on?
Servant:
It is, Sir.
Death:
Good. From this moment, make sure it is on. Perpetually. Whether you are sleeping, shitting, fucking, that thing is always on. It can never be removed, and it can never be seen. If you ever have to be naked, that thing will still be on, still recording. It's up to you how.
Servant:
Yes, Sir.
[12 seconds silence]
Death:
Do you know who I am?
Servant:
Not yet, Sir.
Death:
No. You're not. Not... yet. You do not know me. Till either one of us dies, you will never know my name, or who I am. And so do I. I never know you, never will. Understood?
Servant:
Understood, Sir.
Death:
There, there. Relax. From this moment, you're working alongside me. And you're allowed to take it easy. You're no longer a soldier. Well, technically you still are. Merely formality.
Servant:
What do you mean, Sir?
Death:
You smoke?
Servant:
No, Sir.
Death:
Drink?
Servant:
No.
Death:
Ever went to a whorehouse?
Servant:
Never, Sir.
Death:
Is it because you're a goody-two-shoes of a soldier?
Servant:
Because I am a man of faith, Sir.
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As We Waited for the Servant: Forgive Me, Father, for I Will Sin
Historical FictionAt the end of the 70s, a year after the mass killing of communists in a Southeastern nation named Indonesia, a shadowy division from the military recruited a new soldier to be a spy.
