[ WP ] The year is 2300 . Keanu Reeves is still active in the movie business and seemingly has n't aged a day . People are getting suspicious ...

Growing up, I heard the legend of Keanu Reeves. The 200+ year old man who never seemed to age. At all. Ah, this reminds me of childhood. Tucked into my bed, getting a bedtime story from the maid. My parents were never around to tell stories, so it was the maid. My parents were never around at all actually. Anyway. Tucked up in bed getting a story from the maid, who read from the HoloKindle. Sometimes we would dive into the world of virtual reality, with the maid as my guide. My guardian. Often, we were taken into the world of some of Keanu Reeve's movies. Often we would have a look at his private life. I'm not sure why. As most children would, I never questioned it and enjoyed the ride. However, as I got older, at around age 9, the stories took a darker turn. The VR gory and slightly brutal. It got too much for me. I asked if the stories could stop. At this, the maid looked slightly annoyed and told me firmly that I had to go through this. I would find out later. It would all unfold. Unimaginable things regarding Keanu Reeves would all make sense. She called it training. I pondered this a lot. Only recently have I discovered what she meant. I came home from my first day as a detective to find the maid dead. Her body lay limp, lifeless and her black hair sprawled across the floor. I brought up the UI on my glasses and summoned the police to my home, with code 1 ( murder ). Closer analysis showed that the maid was n't able to put up much of a struggle. This tends to happen when a laser tears through your head. There was a look of shock, however, which shows that she knew what was about to happen and was n't murdered without her noticing her killer. The question is, who was the killer? 
 
 I surprised myself by going to work the next day. I was rather distracted on my way there, however. My guardian, my guide, my hero. Gone. Possibly like my parents. 
 I was given condolences by many colleagues. Must have been on TV. I did n't want to check to TV, just in case it was. I did n't want to see her face again. I wanted to put it out of my mind. I wanted to get on with life. No point dwelling on it. 
 
 Turms out I had to dwell on it. I was assigned to work on the case of 
 my maid's murder. I tried to get exchanged. `` No. I understand this must be hard for you. It's not under my control, though. The person you could ask for is across the country, and has n't answered calls since yesterday. Mysterious, I must say.'' My boss told me. 
 
 I could n't believe who the main suspect was. Keanu Reeves. Why? He's just a movie star. Admittedly, a medical anomaly, but still. He was just a typical Hollywood superstar. Apparently, he was last seen an hour befor the murder of 
 my maid, in a weapons store. How it's legal to sell those things to the public, I'll never know. A weapon was found in a 1 mile radius of my home, lying in a bush. It had the same grade of laser as the one that ended the life of my maid. It had Keanu's fingerprints on them. A clumsy mistake. 
 
 The funeral happened the following day. Many of her friends, police and my relatives attended. Even my great-aunt Maggie came out of the care home to attend. My maid was buried in a plexiglass coffin for all to see, and was cryogenically preserved so that she did n't decompose. She could be seen at her grave at any time through the glass as she was n't buried underground. She looked peaceful in death. A tear streaks down my face. I turn to Aunt Maggie and ask her how life is going. 
 `` As good as it can get for a 130+ year old woman with 1 leg in a wheelchair. Oooh, did I tell you about my fancy new wheels? They're made of-'' 
 
 She's cut off by the laser that goes through her chest. After recovering from the shock of the laser, I turn around to see who shot it. Hopefully I can catch the person. 
 
 I think it's a man with black hair and white skin. He looks to be in his fifties or so. Just as he turns away, it clicks. 
 
 It's Keanu Reeves. 
 
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 Might write some more.
