Ryan had had enough. Enough of the soldiers marching through streets. Enough of having his friends taken away to government prisons. Enough of having to hide in any shack with internet access so he could e-mail his newsletter to the underground. Ryan was tired of it, and he was about to change it. But first, the beginning.
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“We are protecting you!” the Man in the ten thousand dollar suit said. “We are instituting better protection techniques as I speak.” Raw data was converted into electrical impulses, shot through various satellites, spat out at receivers, shoved through millions of interconnected wires, decoded into little rectangles of blue red and green, then combined as a whole on millions of television screens. This took microseconds.
“We shall keep you safe from those who would endeavor to destroy our way of living.” Only the bust of the Man in the ten thousand dollar suit was visible on those million of screens. “They will never succeed.”
The televisions then displayed men in lesser suits, carefully discussing what the Man in the ten thousand dollar suit had said. All the negative was rooted out and dismissed leaving only pure selflessness and determination. It was a careful dance to try to appear skeptical, but leaving no question as to the Man’s credibility and truthfulness. But, with the proper incentives, the lesser men in suits managed quite well.
Ryan looked away from the television with a mix of repulsion and disbelief. The thundering of a helicopter grew, climaxed and faded. Ryan could tell that it was a dual bladed, military black, personnel carrier from the intense noise. Looking out from the living room window of his single story suburban house he saw a olive drab military Humvee drive down the residential street. He knew some of the youth had been starting riots. Ryan sighed, rioting never solved anything. Rioting did not even garner public sympathy. It was simply an outlet for aggression.
Ryan mulled it over. He decided, that he had quite a bit of aggression that he would like to release with some mindless destruction. But that would never do, if he got arrested, sent away to the learning camps, the underground would lose one of it’s best informants. No, that would never do.
Ryan leaned back in his cheap, but adequate recliner and reached his had down to the side of it to pull up a bright blue Ethernet wire. He then flipped open his laptop which he had been resting on his knees for the entire speech. Wi-fi would be too risky and unsecured for the work he had to do. He involuntarily twitched when he started up his specialized web browser, (all the commercial ones reported back to the NSA), he had a veritable Berlin Wall of encryption, anonymity programs and firewalls between him and the bare internet, but even the Berlin Wall had fallen.
to be cont...
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“We are protecting you!” the Man in the ten thousand dollar suit said. “We are instituting better protection techniques as I speak.” Raw data was converted into electrical impulses, shot through various satellites, spat out at receivers, shoved through millions of interconnected wires, decoded into little rectangles of blue red and green, then combined as a whole on millions of television screens. This took microseconds.
“We shall keep you safe from those who would endeavor to destroy our way of living.” Only the bust of the Man in the ten thousand dollar suit was visible on those million of screens. “They will never succeed.”
The televisions then displayed men in lesser suits, carefully discussing what the Man in the ten thousand dollar suit had said. All the negative was rooted out and dismissed leaving only pure selflessness and determination. It was a careful dance to try to appear skeptical, but leaving no question as to the Man’s credibility and truthfulness. But, with the proper incentives, the lesser men in suits managed quite well.
Ryan looked away from the television with a mix of repulsion and disbelief. The thundering of a helicopter grew, climaxed and faded. Ryan could tell that it was a dual bladed, military black, personnel carrier from the intense noise. Looking out from the living room window of his single story suburban house he saw a olive drab military Humvee drive down the residential street. He knew some of the youth had been starting riots. Ryan sighed, rioting never solved anything. Rioting did not even garner public sympathy. It was simply an outlet for aggression.
Ryan mulled it over. He decided, that he had quite a bit of aggression that he would like to release with some mindless destruction. But that would never do, if he got arrested, sent away to the learning camps, the underground would lose one of it’s best informants. No, that would never do.
Ryan leaned back in his cheap, but adequate recliner and reached his had down to the side of it to pull up a bright blue Ethernet wire. He then flipped open his laptop which he had been resting on his knees for the entire speech. Wi-fi would be too risky and unsecured for the work he had to do. He involuntarily twitched when he started up his specialized web browser, (all the commercial ones reported back to the NSA), he had a veritable Berlin Wall of encryption, anonymity programs and firewalls between him and the bare internet, but even the Berlin Wall had fallen.
to be cont...
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