Shoot Pink

Smartphones paired with firearms. They all synched like expensive watches on the wrists of captains of industry. One such CEO stood at five feet four inches. She had champagne colored skin and green eyes that matched her dress and pumps. She was 27 and had the wisdom of a woman twice her age. Halia Cooperson inspected the workers that tinkered on the guns in the laboratory of ThinkClick Firearms in Wilmington, Delaware.

“This is our latests development,” she said. “It is the weapon that can detect the race, age, height, sex, build and any other distinguishing marks or wounds of a possible assailant. We call it the Pink Mist.”

“You’ve already concocted a way for firearms to record video before a would-be attacker goes after a possible victim. Why make up this gun now?” asked Jolson Fairbanks a 30-ish man with a twill coat from the Delaware Times.

Halia looked down then up again. “I had everything. Pepper spray, a butterfly knife, even a stun gun. Then I finally purchased a pistol. For my size, that was a realization that I could defend myself. When I was attacked by a masked person on the West Side, I left off a shot but only grazed the assailant in the right shoulder and he or she got away. I still had my belongings and of course most important, my life. I soon trained myself to be an expert shot and to shoot pink.”

“Shoot pink? What is that?”

“It’s when you aim on target and nothing is left of the bastard’s face but pink mist. Hence the name.”

Halia noticed Fairbanks’ eyes widen at this point. “With this smart weapon, there would be no misunderstanding of the culprit. All of his or her information would be registered inside of this pistol or our new rifle.” She extended her hand to show the rifle rotating in mid air suspended by wires.

“But isn’t that a case of rights violations? Don’t people have the right to keep such information to themselves? What if the gun snaps someone’s identity and they aren’t an attacker at all?”

Halia brought her hands together. “We’ve covered this problem. With a sophisticated system, the firearm, once engaged will give a warning blast of light. If the assailant continues to pursue the smart firearm, it will retain the data, display it to the user from the eye scan technology and send them to the police station for evaluation and potential action.”

“I still don’t see how this is not an infringement on rights. I mean we’ve all got eye scan technology. Since their implantation, there have been numerous cases of people stealing identities and taking bank accounts, home addresses, even the schools of someone’s kids. Please tell me that this deadly device will not be doing any of that,” Fairbanks said.

“You want to try it out? We’ve got some paint that we can splash around.”

The journalist suited up and put on goggles. The goggles remained transparent and the eye scan technology still worked. Halia removed her dress and heels in seconds and suited up in the proper paint gear. She carried with her a magazine with paint rounds as well as one with live rounds to demonstrate the lethality of the weapon in the test phase after the paintball exercise. Her garb remained spotless while Fairbanks looked like he’d been lit up like a pink lighthouse.

“Alright. How does this work?”

Halia held her finger off of the the trigger of the rifle with great control.

“This is of course optimal for home invasions. This can protect a family from intruders. Now, start walking towards me.”

Fairbanks abided. His gait remained slow, and a bit off balanced.

The rifle flashed the light. Fairbanks kept walking. Halia soon became apprehensive. She looked at the screen and it revealed that Fairbanks had been shot in the right shoulder. He rushed after her. Quickly, Halia exchanged the two magazines from paint to live rounds and sent a shot directly between Fairbanks’ eyes. Halia recovered. Moments later, the entire floor swarmed with employees and police coming to the attention of the CEO.