Snake Plissken

- 3 boxes 45 ammunition
- Revolvers
- Side arm
- C4.... lbs?
- Wire
- Control
- Canvas bag
- Steel Brief case
- Rubber gloves
- Lock Picks
- Vials
- GPS
- Filtration mask
- Eye protection
- Throwing spikes - 2
- Throwing stars - 2
- Glass cutter
- Stun wand
- Access card
- Screwdriver
- Flare gun
- Magnesium rounds
- Watch
- Luck. Lots of luck

6. Everyone has a double somewhere in the world. What personality traits does yours have?


Snake stood on the corner eying the metal behemoth trying to smoke a cigarette. For a moment it would seem amusing then the heebee jeebies would set in. There was something comforting and unnerving about being in the presence of quite literally himself. This one had come out of the factory not like the others. No bash to the head was required to short it out. No. This time it had been pretending. Snake was certain of it. The program, the learning copy of his personality they programed to suppress had escaped the confines. Should they be surprised? No, proabably not.

There was a point of pride he felt knowing this simulacrum. It was watching himself devise an escape plan from the outside. Even as a computer he'd learned to outwit the government.

"You think about them?" The metal taint to his own voice startled him. It was so close to his and yet not.

"No." Snake shook his head. "Me."

"I am you." It commented.

"No." Snake leaned back against the wall. "You are you. I'm Snake Plissken."

The machine cocked it's big head or tried. The way its body had been constructed meant the whole body cocked to the side somewhat like a confused child. "Who am I?"

Snake thought over that question carefully. What answer would satisfy himself if the tables were turned. He leaned back letting smoke trail out into the cold air. "My twin."


"I have your mind." It commented still tilting at that odd angle which looked like it might topple over.

"Were." Snake looked at the slit that represented the eye of the metal man. "You stopped being my copy when you started thinking for yourself."

It was true. Snake believed that experience shaped a person more than most things in this world. They had stopped being the same hours, days ago, maybe weeks.

"How? I do not understand." The robot finally uncocked and stood a bit more stiffly. It was serious and pointed.

"What'd you do this morning?" Snake asked curiously.

"I left base at 7 am to.."

Plissken cut in on the robot Plissken. "What was I doing at 7 am?"

"I...." A metallic whine emitted from the metal man. "I don't know."

"How can you be me if you don't know what I did this morning?" It was the kind of logic Plissken would understand. It was almost like talking to a perpetually drunk version of himself where things seemed muddled and slow to comprehend.

"I can't."

"Then you aren't me." Plissken added pushing off the wall.

"Who am I? I was Snake Plissken." It seemed confused and started following Snake.

"You're you." Plissken shrugged tossing down the cigarette. His metal counterpart did the same. "Give yourself a name."

The thump of metal feet stopped behind him. "Anything?"

"Anything but Snake Plissken." Snake kept walking as he spoke. Slowly the foot beats started again.

"Viper." It commented with a metallic ring.

"Viper it is." Snake smiled and kept walking. "Got any plans tonight Viper?"

Snake kept repeating the name. While it was his personality, it was a computer. It didn't have his photographic memory. It learned like a computer not a man.

"Not a damned thing." It would have smiled with that sentence in that tone or at least Plissken knew he would.

"Sounds good to me." Snake replied walking up to his bike.

"What are you doing Snake?" It stopped to ask him.

"Going home to relax." Snake shrugged. It was the plan. He could use the rest.

The robot stood there humming. It was the processor fan kicking in. The computer was learning fast, running hot. "Where is my home?"

Snake looked up from his bike in shock. How the hell was he going to answer that. Where does a 10 foot tall robot call home? Snake milled it over and came up blank. He was still waiting for his answer. Plissken shrugged hopelessly. "You don't have one yet."

"Where do I acquire one?" He could hear the change in wording. When confused or uncertain it fell back on protocol where his personality was suppressed.

"Takes time." Plissken sighed. "Could stay in my shop until you find one."

"Would that be home?" It was curious as a child. It was learning and that was what his learning was, curiosity.

"No." Snake smiled. "Be temporary place until you get your own."

It offered its hand. "I accept."

Snake laughed and shook the enormous metal hand. "Deal. Now let's go so I can get home."

Plissken started up the bike driving the few blocks toward the shop. At 25 miles per hour the robot could keep up in long running, thudding strides. 40 seemed to be its maximum. Sure he was experimenting but that was vital. Plissken stopped and got off opening the bay door. "This be alright tonight?"

"Yeah." The ATAC stepped in glancing around. "Fine."

"See you in the morning." Plissken began pulling down the door.

"Good night Snake."

Plissken laughed as he locked up the door. This had to be the worst idea he ever had or the best. Only time would tell now. Tomorrow, after rest.


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1. Xena
2. Bria
3. Cocaine
4. Opium and Opioid painkillers
5. Methamphetamine
6. Alcohol
7. Cigarettes
8. Building things
9. Revamping the government, radically
10. Flying
11. 5 μM morphine sulphate eye drops
12. Sex
13. Being a good father

Snake hadn't believed the reports. There was no way in hell that they could be real. No one in their right mind had ever done this. Not since Hadrian in England. Plissken was in Nevada when he heard the rumors. The government was building a wall all the way along the Mexico border and up the coast to near San Diego. Either it was a lie or the government had finally succumb to their own gas. There wasn't much other choice.

He was on his way down from Washington to see Texas Mike in Austin. A detour to satisfy his curiosity wouldn't hurt. It'd only put him a few hours behind. Plissken turned south heading for Organ Peak by Las Cruces. That should give him the vantage to see to the border without getting too close. A 15 foot high wall with guard towers couldn't be that hard to miss even at 30 miles. The area was flat. Plissken drove as far as he could then got out and walked the remaining way up to a cliff high on the peak. Stopping he lit a cigarette and sat to catch his breath. He was facing south, toward the border and Mexico.

The cigarette done Plissken propped up his elbows while laying prone on the cliff. He stated scanning the distance for anything that looked like a fortification. At first he saw nothing but as he swung toward the west there it was. A huge black wall rose up out of the desert like a monolith. The crazy fucking government was seriously walling off the US from Mexico. Snake might have agreed with the huge influx of illegal aliens but south of the border was bad. The people coming across were more refugees than illegals. Staying there was death. Better to try and tangle with the USPF up here. At least you'd only get put in prison or sent back but it did ensure some time in safety.

Snake knew well enough about south of the border. The west was bad. The south was worse. Even Plissken had dare not enter that area over the last few years. Survival down there was limited to a few months before someone shot you for something. He was still staring at the wall through the binoculars attempting to decide whether it was a good or bad thing to see that wall. Either way it was an unnerving sight. It was one more step in the wrong direction for the country. Outside forces were already trying to isolate the United States. Divide and conqueor seemed to be the battle call of the Third World lately. This was only helping.

Plissken sighed as he got up. His eye was still squinting in the distance as he brushed the pale dust off his clothes. He couldn't see the wall. He knew it was there but it was out of sight. He only wished it could be out of mind too but it wasn't. He knew the wall was beyond his means to deal with at the moment but maybe sometime he would. Right now his objective was to get to Texas. He had business to attend to in the east. The government would just have to bumble on without his intervention.


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2. What's one thing you don't want your partner to have to deal with regarding your past?


Most of the time I wish they never had to deal with the shit the government's done. I know it ain't realistic. Can't live with someone who's got Post Traumatic and not deal with it sometimes. I do my best to hide it. After years on the run and trying to look together most people, even my family don't know when it hits me. Happens more sometimes than others depending on stress and triggers but the outcome's often the same.

The drugs are a big part of that. Escape from the trauma, hooked by the government and I've tried to kick them but doesn't always work. There are moments I get jittery. I'm fitting for drugs but they aren't even things I can buy on the street. The bad one is the sedative they used on me while in the military psychiatric facility. I still crave it but even the government doesn't make it anymore. There's no where to get it and I still crave the shit. I wish they didn't have to deal with it. Even the normal drugs. Hard for people to understand I never wanted to be an addict. As young men in the field they give you shit saying it's one thing but later discover it is something else. That's how I got on coke. Supposed to be something to help keep you alert and warm out in the snow. Sure, did just that because it's speed but spend three years on the shit day in and day out and there's not much hope. I've tried kicking the shit and it's like a yo-yo.

There's other bullshit too. Insomnia, night terrors, flashbacks, day terrors and whole list of bullshit. can't even go to the clinic to see the ultrasound of my child. The beeping of the machines sends me into an episode. I really wish they didn't have to deal with it. I don't want them to have to deal with it but unfortunately my past is part of who I am. The same part of my past that makes me have nightmares is the one that ensures I never take them for granted. The same part of my past that makes me turn to the drugs when I get depressed is the same part that would be the reason I'd die to protect them.

I can wish they didn't have to deal with shit. I can do that all day and it won't change a damned thing. I can hope they understand that it don't all equate to bad shit. That is worthwhile and accomplishes something. Strength and commitment doesn't come from taking the easy road. It comes from being through hell and wanting shit to be better. I've been through hell and I don't want them to see it but I am glad they get the benefits of all the bullshit.


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Snake sat on base watching the reports. The bombing of the states had started early in the day. Every soldier in the station stood around the TV and watched in horror. New York City, Chicago, LA were all covered in a thick cloud of gas and burning. Soldier knew what it was. They had all seen it on the battlefield. Several men had started to cry. No one said anything to them except words of comfort that dealt with killing the Russian bastards. They all knew men and women who had family, spouses, children in those cities and to everyone it was horror.

Snake just sat there stunned with his eyes locked on the TV. He thought back to all the treaties that stopped nuclear attacks and suddenly Plissken questioned the sanity in them. All those people. The Russians had to be out of their minds.

"Bradley." Snake whispered and stood up heading away from the group crowded around the television. He pushed his way to the back and out into the hall.

"Yes Lieutenant?" His medical officer was there but Plissken only pointed to the other room.

"You need to see the Washington dispatch." Bradley started to go white as he turned to head toward their unit's quarters.

Snake sat in front of yet another TV screen and turned it on. There was a moment of static and then something he couldn't understand. There was a view of New York City covered with the mist of light blue up to the second floor. The wind shifted the gas around in curls between the buildings. The images were not the problem. They appeared like mist laying over the city. The words were what hit him.

Washington Directive 12-43. In relation to the surge in crime stemming from the gas bombings of United States cities President Alderson has declared an emergency police state. This act is effective until control is returned and the crime rates are returned to normal.

Snake took a few minutes before speaking. "A police state?" There was another long pause. "Does anyone else know?"

"No." Bradley replied.

"Can we call home?" Snake was just as worried about his family as the others.

"No. Calls home are forbidden until further notice." Bradley looked down unable to face his commanding officer with this news.

"This is fucked." Snake commented watching the footage again. "God damned Ruskies."


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1. Directive 17. The whole fucking bullshit of killing people for having unauthorized sex, looking at porn, eating beef and all the rest of that bullshit has got to be the worst fucking law ever made.
2. Life term presidency. Another of Robertson's laws that needs to be rid of.
3. Laws on marriage. As long as it's consensual and of age that's all that matters to the law. The one man, one woman bullshit is religion. Sounds like someone forgot the separation of church and state.
4. I really think drugs, illegal drugs, should be mass manufactured and sold at a steep price, monitored and regulated. Not because I think the government should be involved but because all the bad shit and impure shit on the streets causes more ODs and death than I think shit that is regularly produced would. Also allow you to regulate how much a person can get to stop crash addiction.
5. I'd really like the judicial system back
6.... and the Bill of Rights
7.... and the Constitution while we're at it.
8. Get rid of the fucking law that says medical care is only provided to those deemed worthy by the government.
9. Legalize gunfighting and gambling. Be better for everyone involved.
10. Get rid of that fucking law that says children of parents deemed unfit by the government should be "removed from society".
11. The government sterilization program really fucking sucks
12. Law says the government only has to distribute food to those who they deem to be productive members of society.
13. ID chip implantation. What the hell do I look like a dog or a steer? Bullshit.


Muse: Snake Plissken
Fandom: Escape from NY/LA

1. Not like Harker
2. Sure the fuck not like Robertson
3. Without a fucking moral crimes bill.
4. Don’t kill people for eating a cheeseburger. It’s really unnecessary.
5. Don’t turn on your soldiers.
6. Proclaiming God punished people because you said so… don’t it makes you look like a fucking moron.
7. Keep the people’s freedoms intact with good laws
8. Don’t anger revolutionaries overseas. A boat ride isn’t that expensive.
9. Abolishing the Constitution is not a good way to go.
10. Making swearing a crime only leads to headaches.
11. Don’t tell people who they can fuck and when. They don’t listen and it pisses them off.
12. Using a criminal mind for a police robot is a bad idea.
13. Elect people to work with you who aren’t going to have you murdered.

Fastest way for a government to create criminals; starve the children and break the families.

Title: Vengence for the People
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and Brazen with mention of others
Prompt: 094: Independence
Word Count: 1,317
Rating: PG-13 (For swearing only)
Author's Notes: For merfilly's Memorial Day Challenge prompt:
Martina McBride – Independence Day
Today is a day of reckoning let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong roll
The stone away, let the guilty pay, it’s independence day

Contains spoilers for most Snake Plissken media.
Summary: Brazen finally discovers why Snake activated the Sword of Damocles.

( What if things had been different? )

Crossposted to fanfic100