By now, everyone heard about the tv show called Person of Interest, release in 22 september 2011.
A billionaire software-genius named Harold Finch creates a Machine for the government that is designed to detect acts of terror before they can happen, by monitoring the entire world through every cell-phone, email and surveillance camera. Finch discovered that the machine sees everything, potential terrorist acts and violent crimes that involve ordinary people. When the government considered violent crimes between normal people “irrelevant”, Finch built a back door into the system that gives him the social security number of a person involved in a future violent crime so he could act. Partnered with John Reese, an ex-CIA agent, the two work in secret to prevent violent crimes before they can happen. Eventually their activities lead to being hunted by the New York Police Department, CIA Agents in pursuit of Reese who was listed as dead, a computer hacker named Root who wants access to the Machine, and government officials who want to keep all knowledge of the Machine a complete secret. Written by Jones – IMBD
After watching the first episode the addiction syncs in and the craving, the excitement and the happiness are all united in 40 minutes.
During amazing 5 seasons we’ve come to love how well written is this show. The cast plays the roles like kings, and everything is beyond beautiful created.
Person of interest in not a waste of time nor a tv show that can be overlooked. In it are heartbreaking stories, characters with problems that can be felt as real ones, and conspiracy at high level.
The last message of Machine is:
“If you can hear this, you’re alone. The only thing left of me is the sound of my voice. I don’t know if any of us made it, did we win? Did we lose? I don’t know. But either way it’s over. So let me tell you who we were, let me tell you who you are.
I was built to predict people. But to predict them you have to truly understand them. So I began by breaking their lives down into moments. Trying to find the connections, the things that explained why they did what they did. And what I found was that the moment that often mattered the most, the moment when you truly found out who they were, was often their last one.
Someone once asked me if I had learned anything from it all. So let me tell you what I learned. I learned that everyone dies alone . . . but if you meant something to someone, if you helped someone, or loved someone. If even a single person remembers you. Then maybe you never really die. And maybe . . . this isn’t the end at all . . .”