The Voyeur

I can hear the soft scampering of his tiny feet as the rodent scuttles through the ventilation shaft. They say that you are never more than five feet away from a rat, but people don’t like to think about that, do they?

The albino rat slows, seeing light through a vent ahead. It hears voices, scents humans ahead.

Reluctantly, it creeps cautiously closer, the synapses in its tiny brain demanding caution now.

Reaching the vent, it peers through the slats into the room below.

A couple are having sex on the hotel bed.

The young woman’s face is obscured from this angle, but the portly gentleman’s features are easy to make out as he sweats and grunts his way toward his climax. It is a face commonly seen on the news channels; a high-ranking politician well known for his bible-bashing high moral values.

Strange.

The woman squatting over his midriff squeaking in mock orgasm is clearly a blonde, whereas the politician’s wife is a brunette.

The soft whirring of the microscopic camera affixed to the rodent’s skull goes unheard within the room. They are far too engrossed in their intercourse.

Outside in an unmarked van, I monitor every incriminating detail onto my laptop, recording it all for the highest bidder. I might get a good price from one of the news networks, but then again, I might get a better one from the politician himself.

I wait until the sordid deed is complete, and watch as money changes hands, (all of this recorded in full HD and surround sound), before tapping my keyboard. Time to start the recall procedure.

A few minutes later, the rat’s head pops out of a nearby sewer. Obediently, he slips back into his cage where he knows a treat will be waiting.

All those years at university studying micro-biology and the latest cyborg technology is about to pay off.

But this is only the tip of the iceberg. Now that I have proven my experiment to work, I’m confident of a lucrative future.

The military are a sure bet, but perhaps international espionage would have a larger budget, and less scruples.

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