Operation Swamp 0000|
During the Brixton shows, a bunch of yellow AIR flyers
were posted around the venue. Besides providing a number (24.20.4) like in the previous ART flyer, we also got an address: EC1 Kingsland Road and Old Street: Under the Bridge. Several ETS members went over to the location and found a giant AIR billboard named 'Operation Swamp 0000'. There is a ton of imagry in this billboard, from the falling angels and the Jesus like death figure to the pig cops and the robot with the molotov cocktails (which contains the number 24.20.3). Most importantly, it tells us what our next website is: http://www.operationswamp0000.com
Art Is Resistance
Here Is One Thing That The Government Wants You To Forget
You Have A Voice
How Are You Going To Use It?
Art Is Witness
Speak The Truth
Art Is Community
You Will Be Heard
Art Is Action Without Violence
Art Changes Hearts Without Breaking Bodies
Ec1 Kingsland Road And Old Street, Under The Bridge
You Can Act!
Opearation Swamp 0000 is a do-it-yourself website to remove a nerochip - a small tracking device inserted under the skin on your wrist. This site isn't for the squeamish. Even just reading about what you have to do to remove the chip gives me the shivers. Yuck. England is a little better off than the United States, but not by much it seems. This nerochip implant might have been what John of Boston was referring to when he took Dr. Gantry's wrist. I wonder if the US is importing this technology from the UK, or if its the other way around.
We like to say it could never happen here. Americans are stupid, Americans are scared, the English aren’t like
Don’t you fucking believe it.
Yes, we still have the vote—for now. But right now there are more security cameras installed in Britain than in the
United States. Not more per capita: more straight up.
Poor wanking British: we just like to watch.
The nerochip is our line in the sand, mates. Yes, they will put it in criminals first. Yes, most of you reading this page with intent are killers and rapists and thieves—the scum of the fucking nation. But when a man goes
wrong, we can fix him with a gun or a rope. When a nation goes bad, we’re all fucked.
Operation Chip Sweep proves the nation is going wrong fast.
If you want the chip out, you’ll have to do it yourself. Here’s how.
If the operation goes tits up, you’re going to find the prison doctor reinserting it. Before I took out my first, I
practiced cutting the inside of my bicep. It’s sensitive and private.
- I was a medic jabbing bums in Belfast and Wight for onwards of 8 year. I know what I’m doing. Don’t think for yourself, it’s not your strong suit. Just do EXACTLY what I fucking tell you.
- You need: a non-cotton bandage (I recommend Telfa), tweezers, a lighter, a sharp knife (scalpel preferred) and a disinfectant. NOT peroxide. Sod your mum – peroxide is an acid and eats the edges of the wound. Tough to lie to a grasshopper when you’re sporting a homemade scar. I recommend green antibacterial soap.
- Sterilise your knife with the lighter. Heat both sides just above the tip of the flame.
- Lay your left index and middle fingers over that bracelet of three wrinkles at your right wrist. The tip of your left middle finger should be on top of the two tendons that rise when you clench your fist. Keep your eyes on the V of your two fingers. Mark that spot with a biro.
- Daub that spot with a 2-3 cm diameter circle of disinfectant.
- Cut a 1 cm long incision parallel to your tendons. No, you will not accidentally slash your wrists. Yes, there will be blood. Yes, it will fucking hurt. Pull your knickers out of your arse and bite on a fucking stick.
- Flex your hand backwards. The wound will flex. Have a good long butchers.
- The nerochip is just under 0.5 cm long and is bright red. Gently grasp it with the tweezers and tug straight up out of the wound. Yes, it will fucking hurt. Your right fingers may start to twitch or curl. Go slow.
- Peel up the chip and put it in some cellotape. Stick the cellotape inside something like a bus or taxi to
keep it moving. Bikes are also good—pick a courier or student.
Remember – you’re just meat. You’ll heal. Every drop you bleed is a reminder you’re alive and free. Fucking use
Like the yellow AIR flyer that led us here, we get both a new number and a new website. The new number is 24.20.1. The new website is http://www.operationchipsweep.com
Operation Chip Sweep|
Seriously, how screwed up is the US? We can't even look at sites from other countries without getting yelled at for possibly breaking the law since it's not a licensed feed. Makes you wonder where the hosting companies are located that they can keep all these sites up. But I did get my question answered about the nerochips.
Operation Chip Sweep was an attempt by police to raid the Brixton area of London looking for 'chip-pullers' - those nasty criminals who removed their implanted nerochips. Since Brixton was a bit of a safe haven for the chip-pullers, it goes without saying that Operation Chip Sweep did not go as planned. In fact, after the police bungled a domestic violence call and two people were killed, Brixton erupted into a riot. The article doesn't say how the riot ended or what the police did about Brixton, so I can only guess that perhaps denziens of Brixton prevailed.
In accordance with the International Agreement on Information Sovereignty, US citizens should be advised that viewing this material constitutes a breach of the Information Safety Act equal to viewing an unlicensed blog, wiki, or news feed. Viewing this information may be punishable by revocation of citizenship increments and/or fines and/or imprisonment.
Operation Chip Sweep
Operation Chip Sweep, known colloquially as Op Swamp 0000, was a programme planned by the Metropolitan police to capture and detain so-called ‘chip-pullers’ in the Brixton area of London.
Nerochips and ‘Chip-pullers’
Opposition to nerochip technology was initially strong in Great Britain. However, after a series of high-profile
crimes, notably the infamous Chelsea Incident (see footnote 1), Parliament began to investigate programmes for better monitoring convicts after their release. Public opinion remained mixed but began to sway in favour of a legislation that proposed importing American nerochip technology to monitor convicts after their release.
Three years after the Chelsea Incident, Parliament passed the Scales Act (named after the MP who wrote the legislation), which required all violent offenders to be implanted with a nerochip, and proscribed removal of the nerochip without permission from the Courts. Prisoners’ rights and civil rights groups protested loudly but to no avail.
The first media explosion came when a series of ex-convicts died after trying to remove their nerochips, effectively slitting their own wrists. However, a number of individuals discovered underground resources with instructions for safely removing nerochips and performed successful nerochip removal surgeries on themselves. Because of the notorious reluctance of police to enter Brixton, many ‘chip-pullers’ and their clients took refuge there, hoping to avoid police attention.
Initially residents of Brixton were divided about how to react to the influx of refugee convicts. Some locals wanted to call in the authorities, while others vigorously opposed summoning the Metropolitan Police, believing it would only cause problems for residents. Some wanted to employ vigilante methods to expel the chip-pullers from the area. Others advocated on behalf of the refugees on political grounds, claiming the nerochips represented a severe invasion of personal freedom.
In the weeks leading up to the riots, several skirmishes occurred between Brixton residents and chip-pullers. Police began patrolling Brixton heavily, increasing resentment from residents who mistrusted police intervention. The chip-pullers found themselves effectively trapped between irate locals and the now-watchful Metropolitan Police.
Rumours and controversy persist regarding the precise catalyst for the riots of January 16-17. Many claim that the police deliberately instigated the riot or that local agitators precipitated the violence by hurling rocks and burning bottles at police cars.
In point of fact, the task force was indeed preparing to sweep the area for both chip-pullers and drug dealers, but police were not scheduled to enter Brixton in force for another fortnight. Authorities had seen the chip-pullers as an opportunity to make extensive arrests in Brixton whilst also having a certain amount of community support.
On the evening of Jan 16, a pair of constables responded to a domestic violence call. They mistakenly entered the wrong flat; the resident drew a firearm and threatened to shoot if the officers did not leave immediately. One resident and one police officer were killed and two residents severely wounded during the ensuing shoot-out.
The incident ignited widespread violence. The task force – ill-prepared and now violently opposed by locals – was brought in during the night to quell protests, which quickly turned to rioting. Chip-pullers had become the least of their worries.
Several buildings and vehicles were destroyed during the riots, which lasted well into the following day.
1. During the 2018 World Cup, held in England, drunken football fans in Chelsea abducted an Argentinean family, molested the daughters and beat the parents to death. Panicking, they tied the girls together and pushed them into the river under Chelsea Bridge, a moment initially captured by surveillance video and then made public by several tabloid newspapers. Two of the three men involved had prior convictions.
No new websites can be gleaned from this. But the number is 24.20.2
Survivalism in Garage Band|
On the main Year Zero page, a zip of a multitrack file of 'Survivalism' for Garageband was put up so that we could play around and remix the song. However, there were two extra files that weren't a part of the original song: Our End Trip and Radio Noise.
It was noticed that 'Our End Trip' could be anagramed into 'Put In Order' and a couple of people on the ETS board started playing around with the file. After managing to repiece the right channel to produce a continuous rising tone, the left channel had a voice saying "Case Number 6455da04" (if you can understand all the letters in the middle). There is no such case number at US Wiretap, so we go over to Judson Ogram and find a new inmate file.
Moira (aka Inmate #6455DA04) is an Opal addict who claims that The Presence gave her the ability to feel the entire planet. She can feel everything that is being done to the planet, from the tides flowing, to the mountains shifting, and the air blowing. She can even feel all the buildings and roads like a rash that making her sick. She then tells Dr. Gantry that the Presence is not God, but some entity from another place sent here to clean up the mess that we have made.
|Inmate File No
|Date/Time of Admittance
Believes that supernatural force (the Presence) has imbued her with the consciousness of the planet itself
Axis I - Documented history of ADHD
Axis II - PDNOS
Axis III - Moderately good health. Tested positive for recent use of Opal and marijuana. Admitted to prior recreational use of mescaline and methamphetamies
Axis IV - Transferred from hospital emergency room
Axis V - 39 (behavior is considerably influended by delusional fantasy, serious impairment in reality testing and judgement)
Medication - Prescribed 10 mg Haloperidol by intramuscular injection, every 4 hours
This inmate was transferred from a local emergency room for admitted use of an illegal drug and in accordance with the Emergency Measures Act proscription against individuals publicaly orating about "the Presence."
Inmate is a young woman in moderately good health, with a freely admitted history of recreational drug use. She appears lucid and coherent, maintains good eye contact, although she is disposed to ramble about identifying with the planet and its "plight." Photosensitivity and dilation of the eyes may be a result of recent Opal use. Inmate is wakeful but does not exhibit signs of mental or physical fatigue. She reports heightened physical perception that appears to extend beyond the normal effects of Opal use, although this may be more psychological than physical.
Consistent with other "Presence" inmates, inmate is complacent about her imprisonment. She is non-aggressive but insists on the external reality of her delusions.
Inmate has not releated an obvious stressor that might have precipitated this delusional state, and does not display overt signs of anxiety, depression or mania. She may have entered a dissociative state to psychically escape recent trauma, distancing herself from emotional strain by entering a fantasy world reinforced by media reports and her memories of "highs" from drug use.
In light of recent events, I believe the inmate requires confinement, heavy sedation, and strict supervision by detached, experienced personnel.
RECORD OF CONVERSATION, 2/8/0000
Good morning. How do you feel?
Well, that’s understandable. But I’m going to do what I can to help you. Will you promise to answer me honestly?
Yeah. I guess.
Good. Thank you. Now let’s start with the night you started to feel what you call a “presence.”
Um, I was at this party. They had this new thing. You got a little piece of paper and you swabbed your hand with some kind of solvent and then touched it to a piece of paper dusted with the black, you know? So it would come in through your hands. So I tried it, I was sitting in the bathroom just waiting for the push. The bathroom was all white but the guy hadn’t cleaned it in a while, so I just sat looking at mildew until the push came. It felt so good I just sat there a moment.
Excuse me. Why the bathroom?
You get more of a push if you drink a lot of water first. Even more if there are a lot of people doing it with you. Makes it a bit weird, sometimes. Like, twenty people drinking as much water as they can and stoned in some lousy apartment with one bathroom or something.
Hm. I can see how that might be awkward. Let’s get back to the Presence.
You seem very interested in the Presence. Aren’t you supposed to be telling me there is no such thing?
I have to respect your experience. Later, we may talk together about what it means. Right now, I just want to hear your story. Did you see anything? A vision, or a hallucination?
Black doesn’t usually make me see things, you know? I did mesc for awhile and I had this one time where we were walking down the street and I could see in every house. I could see what people were doing. Black isn’t like that.
Very interesting. I didn’t know that. So what happened next?
I felt like there was someone in the bathroom with me. I turned around but no one was there. I could still feel a presence, so strong that I checked inside the shower. My hands and feet started to feel... full.
Like energy, pulsing. And then my spine started to feel hot. Like hot wax filling my spine from the inside. And then the fullness started to move in, up my arms and legs, and the heat started to move out and when they met... Oh. It was so good, so good, like the best lover I ever had moving inside me and my skin tingled everywhere. It was good but also scary, someone knocked on the door and I jumped out of my skin. I felt like something else had filled up my skin and I was just riding around on it, watching. I walked out of the bathroom but it’s not like I was at the party. It’s like I was watching the party. Moving around and saying hi to people but it wasn’t really me doing it. Something else had run into my skin and “me” was just pressed up into a little corner of my skull. The something else wasn’t just inside my skin, it was outside, too. Everywhere. I felt all glowy and nervous at the same time. Electric. I don’t know how to explain it.
That’s okay. Just try to describe it as well as you can.
Well, all that energy and heat, it’s suddenly focused in the middle of my body. And it expands into my chest, into my head, and then I’m turning inside out and I can feel the whole planet. A little part of my brain can see that I’m at this party sitting on the couch but that’s so tiny. A speck. The planet is huge and it’s complicated and I can feel the ocean currents, diving down from the Arctic and the Antarctic and moving slowly and then warming up and coming to the surface. I can feel a storm swirling across the water. I can feel mountains shifting and air moving and snow melting. [stops]
I can’t describe all the stuff I could feel. I can still feel it, a little. I’m in this thing. It’s huge and I’m huge.
What is the “thing” you’re in?
I start feeling itchy. It’s all the roads and buildings and stuff. They’re making me itch. Then I feel pinpricks of pain. All these little poisons, dumping in rivers. Wells being sucked dry. They hurt. The air is full of stuff that makes me cough. I hate it. It’s like I’m being poisoned.
Maybe the “poison” was the drugs that you’ve--
Then the thing I’m in notices me. It knows I’m the one that’s making the poisons. I’m the one that’s hurting everything. And it’s going to clean me off the planet so it stops hurting. But that’s all right. I understand.
That’s quite a hallucination.
It wasn’t a hallucination.
Did it what?
I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.
God? No fucking way. I heard another guy say that after he did the black, but he was just back from Bible Juvie. There are always a few Bible thumpers who see God on the black, because that’s what they came for, you know? They feel this thing, and it’s big and scary and holy so they call it “God” because that makes them feel safer, but nothing about the Presence is safe. Beautiful, yeah. But … I can’t think of the word. “Merciless” maybe.
If that was God, we’re in a shitload of trouble.
You don’t think God can be merciless?
Listen, I wasn’t going to tell you this, because I know it just sounds crazy, but the Presence isn’t from here. They’re…visiting. My grandfather, you know, he had a sheep farm in New Zealand. Mostly the sheep just roam free, but in the spring he would go up to their pastures to check in on them, get rid of the sick ones, shear the rest. That’s what the Presence is like. They’re here, checking up on this place, you see? And they’re going to get rid of the sickness.
Which is us.
Right! Exactly! We’re the disease, and the Presence is here with the cure.
And you’re okay with that? It doesn’t scare you, or make you sad?
Are you kidding me? I’m terrified. If you aren’t scared, you’re crazy.
NIN decided to throw a bunch of listening parties around the country/world to promote Year Zero. If you preordered the cd at the listening party, you got a free, limited edition lithograph to take home with you. It's a little hard to see, but in the top lefthand corner, it has the words 'The Mailstrom' written. This takes us to a new site: http://www.themailstrom.com.
The first thing that greets us at this site is a login box with 'Wreckage / Shard' instead of a normal 'User / Pass'. Checking the source nets a new number (24.1.1) as well as pointing out that clicking on the logo takes us to a new page: http://www.themailstrom.com/info.htm.
The info page tells us what The Mailstrom is all about. The US controls all of the data information that the American public receives. The encryption that they use on the Consolidated stream is functionally unbreakable. In an attempt to truly find out just what is being sent through the stream, the Mailstrom was set up. Unlike traditional hacking attempts where you try to find a decryption key for one specific piece of data, the Mailstrom created a number of random keys and filters all of the data it gets through these keys. Almost all of data passes through without being decrypted, but because of the sheer amount of data, every once in a while there is a hit and "the Mailstrom stores the 'wreckage' of that collision and the 'shards' can be extracted through the interface"
You are in the Mailstrom.
The US govt. controls the only datastream American citizens have access to. The encryption
on the Consolidated stream is functionally unbreakable.
The Mailstrom is another way to skin that cat.
We punch a hole in Consolidated and route part of the stream through a decryption field. We
don’t try to figure out the decryption keys for any one piece of data: we make a few keys and try
them on *every* piece of data.
It almost never works. It’s more likely that a person will win the lottery three times in a row
than that any particular email will get caught in the Mailstrom.
And yet some communications *will* get caught. This is simply a statistical function of the
number of messages going through the system. When data “particles” interact with our
decryption field, the Mailstrom stores the “wreckage” of that collision and the “shards” can be
extracted through the interface. So far this is the only attempt to hack consolidated to bear any
fruit at all.
Most of what comes through is junk. We don’t have the luxury of selection. The first day we tried
this we got something that convinced us the experiment was worth continuing. To see it, enter
Whether or not you agree with what was done to the informer after we intercepted this email,
everyone can agree on value of the tool.
TheMailstrom uses a server-jumping protocol that makes it nearly impossible to shut down.
People are not so elusive. By the time you read this, there is a very high probability that several
of the original programmers will be in prison or dead. Please make our sacrifices count for
It's a bit like neutrino detection. 50 trillion solar electron neutrinos pass through the human body every second, yet because neutrinos rarely interact with ordinary matter, then can be extremely difficult to detect. Special neutrino detectors are set up far underground and filled with water surrounded by photomulitpler tubes. As the trillions upon trillions of neturinos pass through the detector, one neutrino will eventually interact with a water molecule, producing Cherenkov radiation (an optical equivalent of a sonic boom) and the event will be captured by the photomultipler tubes.
The info page gives us one of the first results of the Mailstrom experiment. It shows how easily someone from the resistance can be turned into the authorities. All it takes is one person wanting some money to get out of a shelter and to feed their two children.
From: Andy Ciarlarielli
To: Cecelia Buckley
Date: Jan 6, 0000
Subject: Re: Possible informant
Besides marrying an asshole? She’s pretty sharp. I’d guess she’s a hard worker. Her name is Margaret Pontiroli. She came up with a date and time for a resistance meeting next week
From: Cecelia Buckley
To: Andy Ciarlarielli
Date: Jan 6, 0000
Subject: Re: Possible informant
I might. I’ve got a someone going out on maternity leave. Would you recommend her? I mean, is she sharp?
From: Andy Ciarlarielli
To: Cecelia Buckley
Date: Jan 6, 0000
Subject: Re: Possible informant
They weren’t all contra dancers, that was just one guy. (Who knew contra dancing was a hotbed of resistance?)
My cousin married an asshole and she finally got the smarts to dump him. He’s been stalking her so she took the two kids and went to some women’s shelter which turns out to be operated by Trinity Episcopalian. She’s in some grubby place a couple doors down from the church, sharing a kitchen with five other women and their kids. I guess it’s pretty miserable. I got an email from her saying that she’s broke and needs to get out of the shelter and needs a job. She heard about some meetings and said she’ll let me know what she finds out.
She wants a job as an admin assistant. You have an opening at your place?
From: Cecelia Buckley
To: Andy Ciarlarielli
Date: Jan 6, 0000
Subject: Re: Possible informant
What, you found another contra dancer willing to spill his guts?
From: Andy Ciarlarielli
To: Cecelia Buckley
Date: Jan 6, 0000
Subject: Possible informant
I think I’ve got a good prospect for an informant on a group operating out of Trinity. More as I know more.
So now we just have to keep a lookout for more Wreckage/shard combos. Luckily for us, there have been a bunch of buttons being passed out at the listening parties. On the edges of these buttons, there is some writing giving us either a Wreckage or a Shard. Then it's just a matter of pairing up the correct buttons to find a working login to the Mailstrom. Because of the number of pairs we have, I'm putting the contents of the Mailstrom shards on this page and just listing what they are here.
There are still several unpaired Wreckages and Shards left even though all of the official Listening Parities have finished. Hopefully we'll get the missing information sometime in the future.
- gasoline / UUu891 - A mother tries to get permission to see her daughter, despite her 'childrearing score' being too low.
- tumbrel / ad44us - Spam promising to help you become more patriotic (or enable you to become more elusive).
- wretched / Ypq2QQ - 'Confession' from a soldier who killed a young boy in Post Iran. This email is notable for several reasons. One: he seems to have taken some of the same pills as Angry Sniper. Two: these pills were probably manufactured by Cedocore (difficulty in swallowing is a side effect of Ampropax). Three: Besides LA and Anaheim, Detroit, New Orleans and St. Louis have all been abandoned (although we don't know why).
- fratricide / 774HZx - A setup of what appears to be a Resistance meeting.
- wetwork / c276e4 - Tips on how to avoid Parepin in the water.
- bitter / BGtg57 - Spam to join the hunt to kill the last Black Bear. The lynx, snow leopoard and orangutan have already been hunted into extinction.
- atropine / gH319x - Spam to have Spring Break in Green Bay (since Miami is flooded and everything down south is too hot).
- corrida / MKs742 - Non-Christian religious interpration of the coming of The Presence.
- slander / Yr4893 - 8th grade Social Studies homework assignment to discuss a Chinese boy who died after playing an MMORPG for five days straight.
- flense / E5PPvv - A girl feels guilty about turning an ex-boyfriend in as an anarchist and tries to commit suicide.
- pliers / Ji3p09 - A Presa Canario mauls a young girl to death. The Humane Society wants people to know it's because the Government handlers abuse the dogs.
- venom / D3i8Na - A rather cryptic email that may or may not be talking about human organ smuggling. Or just human smuggling. It's hard to tell.
- sickle / Nnqa49 - Male enhancement spam. If you respond back saying you're interested, you'll get a response saying that the company has been shutdown due to litgation. There is a hidden message in the spam regarding nerochips, and if you email the company asking about that, you get a message from Willie's wife telling you that Willie's in prison and that she is left with nothing.
- widow / vC99iT - A message from a potential suicide bomber to a Vox News employee.
- needle / jP411R - Spam advertising Belize citizenship for only $50,000.
- infarction / 6k961g - Book order for Healthy Sexuality and Birth Control Methods. You can order similar books if you produce proof of marriage before ordering.
- blE34c or b1E34c or biE34c
- I682fg or L682fg or 1682fg
A Brief History|
A PDF of the Survivalism single insert was uploaded onto the Yero Zero page. It contains some shots from the video as well as the lyrics. In the second chorus, it was noted that the word 'revisionism' was a hotlink back to http://www.anotherversionofthetruth.com. However, there was nothing updated at the page when you clicked the link. It was then discovered that there was a new page revisionism.htm that showed a timeline to Year Zero from the government's perspective.
But that's not all. Over on the left side of the page, there was a screen of sorts that you could drag over to the right. It's an overlay that seems to be a Resistance viewpoint of Year Zero, but since every other line is missing, it's really hard to read. When you drag it all the way over to the right though, the top portion turns pink, indicating another screen becomes available. Pulling this screen down will allow you to match up the two screens so the alternate viewpoint becomes readable.
Naturally the two depecict the events in constrasting ways. The Government version is all sunshine and lollipops while the Resistance version is doom and gloom. Reading between the lines, it's certainly not what I would call a lovely place to live. Between this and all the Mailstrom shards we've uncovered, I really want to take that spam offer up and move to Belize.
|Celebrating Year 0000
America Unites the World
A Brief History of the Dawn of a New World Order
Another Version of the Past
Or, how a nation founded on "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" devolved into a fundamentalist police state locked in a holy war with half the world.
|Jan 1, 0000: The Dawn of a New Age
The United affirms its bonds with a jubliant global community by setting aside the past, spearheading a global peacekeeping community and adopting a new international calendar.
|February 4, 0000: Is this the Beginning of the End?|
The Administration suppresses relevant discussion of the Presence and what itmight mean for humanity while bowing to corporate pressure to whitewash international tensions.
|July -1: A New Ally
Mulit-national corporations join with world governments to a Coalition for Peace aimed at elimination terrorism and securing our common future.
|July -1: A New Con|
A consortium of evangelical power-brokers, Administration officials, and multinational corporations unites to make the world safe for big business.
|February -2: Hero Martyred by Islamic Terrorists
Terrorists murder Jed Mather in Algeria. Months later, the Mather Law is enacted to protect boty U.S. citizens and domestic Muslims.
|February -2: Diplomat Sacrificed to Islamic Terrorists|
Jed Mather becomes the new public face for American martyrs abroad, although public reports omit Mather's moderate stance on foreign policy. Months laster, the Mather Law strips American Muslims of most of their remaining rights.
|April -3: Terrorism Averted in Northwest
Water treatment programs foil an attempted terrorist attack in the Pacific Northwest.
|April -3: Terrorism Staged in Northwest|
The Administration stages a "terrorist attack" in Seattle to bolster public support for adding Parepin to the water supply.
|November -4: Disgrace Leads to Renewal
A shamed President is impeached after conspiring with America's enemies. In a brilliantly decisive move, the Speaker of the House calls an emergency referndum by the American people, authorizing a Congressional panel to choose the best candidate for these troubled times.
|Novemer -4: Deceit Leads to Disaster|
After a rigged trial convicts the first female President of treason, the Speaker of the Hosue pushes through emergency legislation to overhaul how the next President will be chosen. A Congressional panel,comprising prominent New Evangelicals and corporate patsies, "saves" America by selecting the new President, extending his term and ending free elections for the foreseeable future.
|July-October -7: India-Pakistan War
Islamic self-hatred erupts during the India-Pakistan War, despite American attempts to promote peace.
|July-October -7: India-Pakistan Tragedy|
The ongoing conflict between India and Pakistan escalates, due in part to CIA meddling; the conflictends with mutal nuclear destruction.
|May-September -9: A Valiant Effort in Africa
Despite U.S. efforts to promote the peace process, Chad, Kenya, South Africa, the Sudan, and several other African nations devolve into a self-destructive spiral.
|May-September -9: Africa Left for Dead|
Political unrest and severe climate changes precipitate famine and warlordism in central Sub-Saharan African [sic]. The African Union issues a call for international assistance, but U.S. troops simply protect corporate interests. The state apparatus in much of Africa fails, leaving most of the continent in chaos.
|September -13: Emergency Measures Act
shores up the weakness in American security that allowed events like 9/11 and the dirty bombs of Los Angeles. American is a safer, stronger nation.
|September -13: American Democracy Ends|
Congress introduces new legislation limiting free speech and making military personnel essential U.S. Government property. Protestors are jailed or even executed for treason.
|August -13: Islamic Extremists Unite against American Values
The Muslim contries declare their loyalty to terrorism by forming a united front. Filled with hatred towards democracy and freedom, they declare Jihad against the U.S.
|August -13: Islamic Extremist Unite against American Aggression|
Infuriated by continuing American aggression in the Middle East and elsewhere, Muslim countries and terrorist groups unite and declare Jihad against the U.S.
|March -13: Decisive Action Against Evil
The U.S. responds decisively to Iran and North Korea. The Axis of Evil is crippled, preventing further major terrorist action. Since then, no major terrorist attack had succeeded on American soil.
|March -13: Unjustified Annihilation of Civilians|
Without clear evidence of who engineered the 2/22 attacks, the U.S. retaliates against North Korea and Iran with nuclear force, killing hundreds of thousands of civilians. Millions of refugees flee, causing an international crisis.
|February -13: Terrorists Try To Destroy Hollywood - and Fail|
The Axis of Evil detonates dirty bombs at the 81st Academy Awards, forcing the evacuation of Los Angeles. Bloody but unbowed, the American entertainment industry relocates to Orlando, Florida and continues to enligten and educate the rest of the world.
|February -13: Government Fails the American People
A coordinated terrorist attack on LA leaves tens of thousands dead or sick and hundreds of thousands homeless; federal support is both late and insufficient.
|January -14: President Bush Builds a stronger Nation
George W. Bush leaves office having stopped the spread of terrorism and safe-guarded citizens by establishing strong laws and making hard choices.
|January -14: Congress? We Don't Need Congress|
President Bush leaves office having issued over 150 signing statements, presidental interpreations of lawas that in themselves have the force of law but which do not see the scrutiny by Congress.
|October -15: Creating of a Plan to Protect America
Military Commission's Act facilitates "bringing to justice terrorists and other unlawful enemy combatants through full and fair trials by military commissions, and for for other purposes."
|October -15: Death of Habeus Corpus|
Military Commission's Act suspends habeus corpus, which means that people can be imprisoned without charges or trail if the government claims they are a threat. Those prisoners have no opportunity for lawyer or a court hearing.
|August -17: Faith-Based Disaster Relief
What initially seemed like the disaster of Hurrican Katrina turns out to be a triumph of the American spirit and points the way to the future of social services, as church and humanitarian organizations outsrip even FEMA's relife efforts. America's citizens and churches take their rightful place in the forefront of social services.
|August -17: Why Bother with New Orleans?|
The number of hurricanes multiplies at a dizzying rate as global warming takes hold. Despite ample warning, the federal government does almost nothing to prepare for Hurrican Katrina; post-storm federal support is both late and insufficient.
|January -17: Oil Industry Spurs Economic Recovery
A slight economic dip caused by the 9/11 attacks is quickly reversed by a strong American corporate sector led by visionaries in the oil industry and their reprenstatives in the government.
|January -17: Times Are Hard All Over -- Unless You're An Oil Company|
Faced with irrefutable evidence on global warming, a US Administration staffed by veterans of the oil industry steadfastly refuses to sign the Kyoto accords. Meanwhile, Exxon becomse the first company to break the 10 billion dollar mark in quarterly arnings. Maybe it was a coincidence.
|March -19: America Spreads Democracy in Iraq
The U.S. leads an international colation to overthrow the dictatorial Iraqi regime. After a quick victory, the U.S. beings the difficult but noble task of establishing democracy in Iraq.
|March -19: America Spreads Anarchy in Iraq|
Despite a clear money chain leading from the 9/11 bombers to the Saudi royal family, the US appears uninterested in sending troops into our major oil producing partners in the Middle East. Instead, the government presents flawed evidence of Iraqi WMDs and launches a lengthy land war in Iraq. With no exit strategy, insufficent troop levels, and waning international support, the result is a destablized Iraq free-falling into civil war. The only long-term impact for the U.S. is increasing animosity in the Muslim world.
|October -21: America Frees Afghanistan
The U.S. leads a colation against Islamic terrorism in Afghanistan, freeing the country from the harsh rule of the Taliban.
|October -21: America Fails Afghanistan|
U.S. conduts an abbreviated ground war in Afghanistan against the same troops we trained and equpped years earlier when we wanted them to fight the Russians.
|Septebmer -21: America Unites
The tragic 9/11 attack demonstrates the need for more aggressive anti-terrorism measures at home and abroad. The U.S. government and public are united in opposing terrorism throughout the world.
|September -21: America Unravels|
The 9/11 attack terrifies and outrages the nationa, opening the door for a series of deceptive foreign policy moves and the suspension of civil rights guaranteed under the Constitution. The event is vigorously politicized by all sides.
|March-June -23: America Defends Freedom in Eastern Europe
The U.S. prompts NATO to intervene in the genocide in Yugoslavia, protecting innocent Europeans from destruction.
|April-July -28: Why Bother with Rwanda?
The world ignores the Rwandian genocide that leaves 1 million Africans dead. Maybe they should have moved to the Balkans.
|August -32 to March -31: America Librates Kuwait
The U.S. leads a massive international coalition to liberate Kuwait from Iraqi invasion.
|August -32 to March -31: Kuwait Is All In Your Head|
Thousands of veterans suffer with Gulf War Illness, while Veterans Administration denies any connection to the action in Kuwait.
|November -33: Capitalism Triumphs
The "Evil Empire" of Communist Russia is finally brought to its knees by the inadequacies of its economic policies and the thirst of its people to be free.
|November -33: We Need A New Bad Guy|
With the fall of the Berlin Wall, jubilation over the defeat of the Commies quickly gives way to a decade of panic for the military-industrial complex. Enormous military budgets are impossible to justify in a world where no opponent can hope to resist half our military might. Luckily "terrorism" arrives in the nick of time as an opponent that will never go away and demands expensive new weapons and "forces quick response"[?] protocols to combat. Best of all, it's a mentality which can be spun as only the more [?] dangerous when you can find no evidence of their activities.
|November -36: We Go Our Own Way
Thanks to U.S. support and intervention, Nicaragua establishes a lasting a stable democracy.
|November -36: We Go Our Own Way|
The International Court of Justice finds that the United States violated international laws by supporing the Contras in Nicaragua. The United Nations passes a non-binding resolution that the U.S. should pay the fine imposed by the court. The United States never pays.
We're All Un-American|
It seems that the Government doesn't like you emailing subversive people. Everyone who emailed firstname.lastname@example.org (and possibly others) got an email from The Bureau of Morality.
Subject: YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED AS UN-AMERICAN
Date: March 27, 2007 01:30:49 AM EDT
<INITIALIZE: DCS1000 v24.5.3>
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The Bureau of Morality has identified you as A CONSUMER OF DISSIDENT MATERIAL.
This is a one time warning. Any further attempts to view, consume, or distribute un-american content will result in the loss of citizenship increments and/or the imposition of fines, penalties, or imprisonment.
You have choices. Make the RIGHT ones.
For further information on making good choices, visit http://www.thepriceoftreason.net
Bureau of Morality
One Nation Under God
Well, I do appreciate their concern for my moral well being. I even appreciate more the fact that they have given me a new website to go look at. Not to mention the lovely number (24.5.3) that's in the body of the email.
You can protest the accusations of being a traitor, but it doesn't do any good. Just by viewing the sites you are deemed a threat to the entire nation. Might as well keep looking then.
Subject: RE: RE: YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED AS UN-AMERICAN
Date: March 22, 2007 04:30:49 PM EDT
This server does not accept incoming mail. Do not attempt to explain, deny, or justify your activities.
Friends, parents, teachers-anyone can try to shake your belief in America. Traitors and dissidents aren't stupid: some of the things they say can sound very reasonable. But...
REASON can be TREASON.
Remember the cost. http://www.ThePriceOfTreason.net
The Price of Treason|
I think all the government websites scare me more than the bleak pictures the Resistance sites try to conjure. I think it's the justifications they come up with for why things have to be this way. The examples they give as treasonous here are awful. Pretty much at any time, any citizen could be arrested as a traitor for the smallest of reasons. No wonder people are so afraid of their government that they start blowing up baseball games.
He suspended Habeus Corpus.
He suppressed the press, and closed the newspapers.
He instituted the draft.
His name was Abraham Lincoln.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Every American is a soldier in this battle.
Unfortunately, as the terrorist events of the past twenty-one years have shown, the
casualties in this war are mostly innocent civilians.
Treason costs innocent lives.
- Protect your family and fellow citizens
- Report suspect behavior
- Respect the letter of the law
This is the Price of Treason.
For Your Protection
Jessica Delasko worried about her daughter, Stefanie, who had progressed from night
terrors as a small child to clinical depression as a teenager. When Stefanie was just 15,
Jessica took her to a concert by her favorite singer/songwriter, defying clear BoM guidelines
for minors since the concert was rated for ages 18 and older.
When Jessica’s parenting score dropped as a result, she filed a complaint. She then
refused to delete Stefanie’s Mature-rated music files, and continued to allow her to
download age-inappropriate material. She posted a barely passing grade in her parenting
refresher course. When authorities came for an onsite inspection and asked to take
Stefanie for a private examination, Mrs. Delasko resisted, injuring a Social Services
worker and placing additional stress on her own daughter.
Stefanie had just begun to adjust to her new living arrangements when Jessica broke into
the crèche school in a failed attempt to abduct her daughter. The incident traumatized
Stefanie, who successfully hanged herself on the crèche playground three weeks later.
Jessica walked into a Social Services office the following day wearing a vest of dynamite.
After saying, “This is for Stefanie,” she detonated the explosives.
Clarice Hornshaw, mother of three, and Annabel Losado, who was due to have her first
child the following month, were among those killed.
The warnings are there for your protection. Take them seriously.
The Slow Slide Into Treason
The era leading up to 9/11 was characterized by relativism and leniency. Morality was
defined socially, rather than by God, and the result was a slippery slope. In Neil Czerno it
led to tragic consequences.
In –15, Czerno started a website called OpenSourceResistance. It asked people to make
messages subverting American values and spread them around; to commit political acts
and document them.
The acts it documented were often little more than pranks, things that some people would
say were not harmful in any meaningful way. The events of the Hollywood bombing changed all that. When it came to light that the terrorists had been using graffiti tagger Waylon Quine to collect photos of their targets (with their infamous list of ‘challenge tags’ texted to his cell phone), society understood it could no longer see subversive art as a harmless kind of ‘blowing off steam.’ When he refused to take the website down, Neil was arrested and sentenced to two years.
A Wasted Second Chance
Upon release, Czerno told authorities he was living a lawful life. In fact, he was secretly
involved in the world of underground music. He began producing podcasts, shooting
guerilla video, and publishing websites accusing the government of censorship and
authoritarianism. In –8 he tricked an intermediary into slipping an anti-American
propaganda video into a news broadcast.
From here he went into exile, living in Europe for years. While American soldiers were
fighting and dying around the world to defend our way of life, Czerno traded on Continental
anti-Americanism to make himself a minor celebrity. Like Moore and others, he financed a
dissolute lifestyle by putting out a series of ever-more fanciful attacks on the United States.
With the execution of Jed Mather and the attempted terrorist attack on Seattle, the true
threat of the IA became impossible to ignore. Czerno’s mainstream support dwindled,
leaving him broke and friendless.
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Denied work permits in the European Union, Czerno learned the cost of social
isolationism the hard way. When his wife contracted ovarian cancer, this “fearless social
rebel” had the effrontery to come to the French government begging for access to public
health care. In the aftermath of the Algerian bombings at the Louvre, this was of course
Given yet another chance to return to the United States and seek a plea-bargain that might
possibly save his wife’s life, he reacted instead with paranoid suspicion. He showed his
true colors, reaching out to jihadist factionaries in a desperate bid to find another free ride.
Even they viewed him with contempt.
The End of the Road
On January 1, 0000, the free world took a giant step forward in its united effort to face the
perils of terrorism and join together for the efficient stewardship of the earth’s precious
natural resources. In this new climate of unity, French authorities collected Czerno’s
daughter on her return to school and required him to surrender his visa. The extradition
hearings were brief and to the point, and on January 15th Czerno found himself back on
US soil for the first time in 8 years.
He was executed February 4, 0000.
Let’s face it: it’s always fun to challenge authority. You don’t have to be responsible in your
facts. Being a rebel is always cool...
...but in the end, does being ‘cool’ seem worth the price?
A Helping Hand
Evie Parquette ran a little side business¬ to help her ‘kids.’ A trained nurse, she extracted
nerochips from young adults who wanted to cross state lines when their driving re cord
restricted them to the 50 mile radius of their home. She felt they should be allowed to see
their families in Mexico or their girlfriends in Kansas.
One of the young men who came to her for a nerochip extraction had an antibiotic resistant
Staphylococcus infection from his aborted attempt to remove it himself. In her Friday night
‘clinic session’ she extracted 16 nerochips. Four of the people she extracted chips from
died because they were afraid to seek medical help until it was too late. Of the others, one
lost his hand, two others suffered massive systematic infections which resulted in lifelong
How “helpful” is it to help someone break the law?
The Devil’s Playground
Cordell Singh was smart and bored. With two parents working, he had hours of
unsupervised time to kill after school every day. Is it surprising he found himself drawn to a
c rowd of older boys? To gain their approval, he delivered packages and picked up
deliveries at a P.O. box. When he discovered he was relaying subversive material, they told
him that he would go to prison as an accessory if he told anyone. He chose to trust them.
Three years later he delivered a homemade bomb to the Mall of America. It went off as he
was putting it in a trash can, killing him and wounding six others. By this time he had
brought his younger brother, Elroy Singh, into the group. Elroy, now 15, is serving a life
sentence in prison.
If you are a working parent, ask yourself what your child needs more—a few extra dollars,
or a parent at home?
If your friends ask you to become involved in something you think might be illegal, ask
yourself if you are really willing to die to be one of the ‘in-group.’
Ask yourself if innocent people deserve to die because you weren’t brave enough to make
an anonymous phone call to the authorities.
It Was Only A Joke
Chaz Greber was an engineering student at Duke who became involved in subversive
politics. When he called in a bomb threat to the power plant during a heat wave, his
description of the location and probable effect of the supposed explosives alarmed
authorities enough they had to shut the plant down while bomb squads went in to check
Over the next two days, as Durham sweltered without air conditioning or refrigeration, eight
Americans died, including five senior citizens and one infant. Hundreds more suffered
from heat prostration and food poisoning because Chaz thought it would be funny to play a
prank on the authorities.
Chaz Greber was executed by lethal injection early this year.
The Price of a “Free Press”
Ilse Stanescu, a reporter for the now-defunct Washington Post, used her position as a
journalist to protect terrorists in the United States. In the process of covering a story on
Muslim students at Georgetown University, she learned that several were carrying out
systematic acts of public disobedience: but failed to alert authorities.
After a bomb scare on the National Mall, Stanescu was summoned to appear in front of a
grand jury and required to name the sources for her story. She refused. That was her
choice: but it was not a choice without consequences.
Like many a self-styled “crusading reporter” before her, Stanescu was jailed for contempt
of court. Prison inmates are defined by law as unfit parents. Stanescu’s husband thus
inherited sole legal responsibility for the child. But as a person married to a felon, his
salary was capped under the “Beyond Bars” incentive plan.
Ilse Stanescu reconsidered her decision and offered to name her sources. By this time,
however, three of them had left the country. Stanescu was charged with aiding and
Over His Head
Moshe Krasnecky wanted to open a copy shop/mailing franchise, but after careful profiling
American Trust turned down his loan application.
Refusing to take the hint, Moshe turned to family. His convinced his brother Sy Krasnecky
(cognitively delayed after a childhood car accident) to loan him money from the trust their
parents had established for him.
When the business was in danger of going under, Sy found some ‘friends’ at the tool and
dye where he worked who would ‘loan’ him some money. Sy didn’t understand
loansharks. Moshe and Sy fell behind in payments, and the loansharkers ‘turned out their
business’; the practice of using Moshe’s name and credit to order tens of thousands of
dollars worth of goods which they sold on the black market.
Sy told the loansharkers he would tell the police. Six days later his body was found by
landfill workers; authorities believe he was probably beaten into unconsciousness and left
in a dumpster due for sanitation pickup.
Moshe Krasnecky’s wife divorced him and he was convicted of failing to report criminal
activity and blackmarket racketeering.
Our national bank uses data from your financial records, school transcripts, and even
medical records and genetic profiling to determine who deserves credit and who does not.
If the bank turns you down, remember: they have your best interests at heart.
Would you undermine the economy of this country by doing business with the criminal
Is any business opportunity worth the lives of your family?
You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby
Vince Raeder let his wife, Carlena, sign up for evening classes at the local community
college. Against the advice of his church elders, he signed a Head of Family waiver to allow
her to enroll (required since two of their three children were still under the age of 12).
Later that semester, Carlena enrolled in a week-long out-of-state seminar. Again Vince
signed a Head of Family waiver. The day she left for the seminar, Vince was feverish and
pale, but he told her to go anyway. She did. That night, seriously ill with one of the season's
most aggressive flu strains, Vince fed himself and the children some leftovers that Carlena
had forgotten to throw away.
Carlena returned from the seminar to find her husband and two of her children dead from
food poisoning. The youngest, who was still on canned baby food, was in critical condition
from hunger and dehydration. Carlena is now serving a five-year sentence for home
Is "a little independence" really more important than your family's well-being?
Jamal Naropa served with distinction as a Special Forces operative in Syria and Turkey.
During this time, he was given certain medical treatments to enhance his strength and
reaction time. When he returned, the Veteran's Administration medical personnel
prescribed a simple regime to help him return to civilian life, but Naropa told friends it
made him too drowsy and clumsy to work as a tow motor operator. Although he was
offered a half-pay disability pension, he chose to work instead. He stopped using his
legally prescribed drugs and began self-medicating, trying various combinations of
alcohol, antihistamines, and cough syrup. After a series of minor accidents, one of which
involved a worker’s compensation claim, he apparently began using marijuana, against the
advice of his girlfriend, Aleta.
Aleta had waited for him during his years in the military. Although they had planned to
marry before he left, he put her off when he returned. They went to her church for
counseling; the minister described Naropa as “withdrawn and uncommunicative” at this
Despite the warnings of her family, Aleta came to stay at Naropa’s apartment when an
injury kept him off work for two weeks. During this time she told a sister that he was
smoking marijuana almost constantly and appeared uninterested in sex. Aleta urged him
to stop using illegal drugs. On her third request he apparently complied.
Two nights later he beheaded her with a combat knife and then sexually violated her
corpse. The coroner's report described postmortem trauma to her stomach and
The following morning, Naropa returned to the VA hospital where he killed two senior
administrators and a senior physician before taking his own life.
What happened to Aleta is a tragedy, but could her death have been avoided if she had
listened to the advice of family and faith?
Jamal Naropa thought he knew better than the medical establishment. Who should you
By the way, there is (in my mind at least) contradictory evidence about newspapers in Year Zero. During the Slanksi interview, Detective Slanksi makes the comment "They used to print the Star out of there, back when there were newspapers." And the Price of Treason also says "a reporter for the now-defunct Washington Post", but it's unclear if the newspaper just folded or if it was shut down by the government (ala Abraham Lincoln). However, in the police report for John of Boston's arrest it specifically says "Television and newspapers were present." Are there government run newspapers? Are there still freely run newspapers that defy governmental shut down? Do magazines fall under this category? Is there any sort of explanation that will make sense to me?
Moving on, this site gives us a new number (but then, don't all of them?): 24.5.1 and a new website: http://www.opensourceresistance.com
Open Source Resistance|
This is a very different site than what we are used to. Sure it has a number (24.5.2), but it doesn't have any weird background, no doubled text, and if you read carefully - it appears to be based in our current timeline. Very, very strange. Maybe this is how we can influence the future - by getting the word out through Open Source Resistance so that all the nightmare scenarios don't come to pass.
Open Source Resistance
...Is an attempt to bring together people with the messages about how the world needs to change, and people with networks that can get those messages out. This an attempt to start a grass-roots information milita, so ordinary people can fight to prevent a world where civil rights and natural resources are both being strip-mined for the convenience of multinational corporations and people who know they are right.
This is a picture of a mural in London, England, before it was stolen. Besides being incredibly cool to look at, it was inspired by some scary shit on the web. There are a growing number of artists and scientist I know who have had someone tip them off to a series of very disturbing URLs.
Maybe you see your name in one, or a bit of a painting, or you find a fragment of a lyric that you haven’t even recorded yet, and it makes you sit up and take notice.
Look, we all know this but we don’t KNOW this: if we don’t get off our asses, in fifteen years this might be a world where we don’t want to live.
You care about something: global warming, election fraud, book banning, civil rights. You’ve made an issue ad, a cool Flash movie, a bumper sticker, an animated GIF. Or whatever. You sent it to your friends, but you think it’s cool and want to get it in front of more people. Send it to me
If it passes the exacting standards of the selection committee (meaning, if I think it’s cool and I’m not so swamped with regular life that I don’t get to it) I’ll post it. That’s an archive of content.
You have a website, a small press, a job at the local copy center. You’re a DJ or a librarian or a mailroom guy at a big company. You want to help get subversive stuff out into the world but when you try to think of a good idea, your head hurts.
Pull stuff from the site and put it out there. That’s a publishing network. (And if you’ve got a connection, for instance you think you can slip something into a major newspaper, tell me!
Obviously, if we get a chance to slip something into a real world network, you need to own the image. You can argue the copyright laws pro and con, but frankly, if I’m going to get fined or jailed, I want it to be for my crimes, not yours. I have a lead on some print opportunities. If you have a message that might work in a magazine or newspaper, own the image and build camera-ready art (vector or 300 dpi). Please submit 72 dpi art for review and posting on the website – I’ll contact you personally if camera-ready art is required.
The U.S. spends
as much on
as the rest of the world...
“According to Harper’s, we could have ratified the Kyoto Protocol on global warming and complied with all their requirements for the same amount of money we have already spent on the Iraq War. How do you wish those tax dollars had been spent? Which of those things would have had a greater impact of your child’s quality of life?"
Awareness leads to action. Knowledge is a weapon. SAY SOMETHING.
Put it somewhere.
What's Worse Than Growing Up As A Girl In China?
Not Growing Up At All.
In the 2000 census, China found 117 boys for every 100 girls under the age of five. In the Punjab state of India, the figure is 126 to 100. World-wide, roughly 200 million girls have been slectively eliminated by abortion and infanticide.
We are murdering our daughters. Make it Stop.
“Do girls really matter that much less than boys? And hey, do you feel safer about living in a world with an extra 200 million teenage guys that can’t get laid?"
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This means that you might get contacted about dissident art or happenings. I will not sell or otherwise share your information with spammers, marketers, or even real nice people working for worthy causes.
Opal and the Government|
In the German version of the Survivalism single, there were several letters highlighted: R S W T B. On the spine of the cd cover was a sort of barcode. If you count the numbers of bars in each group, you get 3 5 4 15 3 15 18 5. Translating these into letters, you get C E D O C O R E. Taking the highlighted letters as a page name, we find http://www.cedocore.com/rswtb.htm
This new page confirms a rumor that we've been hearing since almost the beginning: that the Government is behind Opal. It's manufactured by Cedocore (big surprise) and there is a whole justification as to why Opal should be considered an illegal drug vs an OTC drug, mostly dealing with money. The more we find out about the Government of 0000, the more frightening it becomes.
Rapport Stratégique par Wantzen-Tabard-Boutier
WANTZEN-TABARD-BOUTIER PHARMACEUTICAL CO.
IN COOPERATION WITH CEDOCORE CORP.
Clinical synopsis based on one 12-week, double-blind, placebo-controlled Phase III study with a population of 1206 patients.
EXEMPTED FROM IEC EVALUATION
BY PRESIDENTIAL ORDER
I. CLINICAL SYNOPSIS
Hycephamitamyn-η is the working name for the active ingredient in a drug developed by WTB for inclusion in the Cedocore portfolio.
Methods of Administration
In its liquid form, the drug may be administered via injection, inhalation or eye drops. It is distributed in a one-use injection vial which eliminates the need for syringe and reduces the complications of both procurement and sharing. Inhalation and eye drops are comfortable and immediately effective methods. The drug may be swallowed as a pill or as a sweetened “candy” powder (with particular appeal to adolescent users), or inhaled as a powder (with particular appeal to older users due to parallels with old-style cocaine ingestion). In certain residue preparations, the drug may be absorbed through the skin, particularly fingers and lips. It may also be smoked, although this method ranked lowest in appeal in focus group studies.
Effects and Reactions
Desired effects produced by the drug include:
Ingestion of the drug via eyedrops results in a temporary blacking of the sclera, providing a convenient marker for law-enforcement to identify persistent users.
FIGURE 1: Major Drug Effects vs. Placebo
Euphora: 95% Hycephamitamyn / 0% Placebo
Lethargy: 95% Hycephamitamyn / 9% Placebo
Hallucinations: 95% Hycephamitamyn / 0% Placebo
Drowsiness: 70% Hycephamitamyn / 10% Placebo
Sweating: 60% Hycephamitamyn / 5% Placebo
Weakness: 55% Hycephamitamyn / 1% Placebo
Sexual Dysfunction: 40% Hycephamitamyn / 2% Placebo
Anxiety: 19% Hycephamitamyn / 17% Placebo
Suicidal Tendencies: 15% Hycephamitamyn / 8% Placebo
FIGURE 2: Comparison of Undesired Effects over Course of Drug Development
Nausea: 42% Green / 9% Red
Retinal Disorder: 43% Green / 8% Red
Sinusitis: 40% Green / 6% Red
Chest Pain: 19% Green / 2% Red
Rectal Disorder: 11% Green / 1% Red
Mortality: 17% Green / 0% Red
Skin Ulcer: 10% Green / 0% Red
Carcinogenesis and Mutagenesis
Based on a 72-week carcinogenicity study in CD-1 mice, hycephamitamyn variants have consistently shown an increased incidence of some types of benign growths at moderate dosage levels and a mildly increased incidence of some types of cancer at high dosage levels.
Three instances of significant overdosage during the trial resulted in one mortality (myocardial infarction subsequent to ingestion of 18 times maximum recommended dosage). Due to increased lethargy at increased dosages, overdose is not considered a high risk factor.
II. BUSINESS SYNOPSIS & STRATEGIC OVERVIEW
Illegal drug imports have been dropping internationally due to climate change and political factors. We are poised to capture that market share with a drug whose manufacture is closely controlled and which produces desired effects in users, including sedation and suggestibility.
Total revenue from release of hycephamitamyn-η into the domestic and international black market is expected to rise slowly, but with a high rate of return thanks to superior market control and high profit margin. Ten-year projections can be seen in Figure 3.
FIGURE 3: Ten-Year Projections (in billions of dollars)
1: 8 Production / 10 Wholesale / 30 Retail
2: 9 Production / 11 Wholesale / 35 Retail
3: 10 Production / 18 Wholesale / 40 Retail
4: 12 Production / 21 Wholesale / 44 Retail
5: 16 Production / 25 Wholesale / 50 Retail
6: 18 Production / 30 Wholesale / 60 Retail
7: 21 Production / 40 Wholesale / 70 Retail
8: 23 Production / 45 Wholesale / 80 Retail
9: 26 Production / 56 Wholesale / 90 Retail
10: 29 Production / 61 Wholesale / 100 Retail
Marketing: “Street” vs OTC
There has been some internal resistance to taking an aggressive approach to productizing this compound at the street level. While everyone agrees there are profits to be made, arguments against marketing this drug on the street usually center on the feeling that “Cedocore should not be encouraging ‘illegal’ behavior.” This leads naturally to two suggestions:
These suggestions, though well-meant, do not fit Cedocore’s long-range strategic planning. To whit:
- Find a medical fig-leaf (e.g. the “tonic” benefit of the cocaine originally in Coca-Cola);
- Productize hycephamitamyn-η as a legal, OTC drug, like alcohol or nicotine.
Cedocore has recently brokered an alliance with several major players in the “street” drug distribution chain. Although all parties can see the potential value of this alliance, there is the natural wariness attendant on all such ventures at their outset. To put it bluntly, having entered into partnership with this sales force, we need to give them a product to sell that matches their existing consumer base.
The “black market” or “illegal” consumer also has some marked advantages over his OTC counterpart.
Lastly, there is a moral argument. Illegal drug users, like the poor, will be with us always. They are going to buy product from someone: why not us? Our quality control and testing are infinitely superior to their previous suppliers.
- The product is perceived as “cooler” and “more intense” than an OTC counterpart which is assumed to have been “neutered” by the FDA, etc.
- Illegal drug users are less likely to question profit margins or price increases.
- Illegal drug users cannot bring class action lawsuits for side-effects, emotional trauma, carcinogenicity, etc.
Instead of funding street gangs and urban warlordism, the profits from hycephamitamyn-η can help support not only Cedocore (80,000 law-abiding employees worldwide) but can fund the corporate-political consortium in which Cedocore so proudly plays a part.
Hycephamitamyn and Law Enforcement
We on the development team are extremely bullish on the potential synergy between Cedocore’s new ‘street sales’ team and law enforcement. Having a “hot new trip” as our product line gives our sales force an automatic entry into “dissident” or “subversive” sub-cultures that would be difficult for regular law enforcement to penetrate.
Contacts in the DoJ are already formulating policy directives that will ask local law enforcement to turn a blind eye to hycephamitamyn-η trafficking, in exchange for leads on dissidents and other kinds of domestic terrorism.
In short, we believe that Cedocore’s investment in hycephamitamyn-η will be seen as a watershed moment in corporate history. Tactically, hycephamitamyn-η figures to have a long, strong lifetime as a profit-margin winner. Even more important, however, is the strategic benefit of turning the chaotic violence of the black market into a safer, more stable platform for long-term business
Spore, Belladonna, Necrotic, Cleaver and Parasite|
We now have all of the shards paired since the guys over at ETS decided to do a dictionary attack on the Mailstrom servers. I wonder just how badly they got pounded. I don't care how much you think you need a particular piece of information - automated attacks on game servers are not the way to go. It runs up bandwidth and totally skews server logs, possibly creating all sorts of problems down the road. If the rumors are to be believed, this is going to go on for another 18 months. Is it really inconceivable that we wouldn't get the hints we needed to find the missing wreckages in all this time? Have any of the uncovered emails we've found actually done anything other than provide just background info? I'm thinking "no" to both.
Sadly, there are still two wreckages left (cleansing and regret) but I do not know if the ETS people are going to continue their attack on the server for these two pieces or not. Hopefully if they are, the PMs can find a way to leak us the missing shards so that people can go back to not brute forcing stuff.
- spore / pQw2pP - Health insurance company will not cover medical conditions caused by environmental toxicity because it is 'an act of God'.
- belladonna / 3Mz3tU - Email exchange between a father and daughter after school. Things start to go wrong when two unknown people show up at the door.
- necrotic / blE34c - A guy dumps his girlfriend to protect her from anything stupid he might be about to do.
- cleaver / I682fg - The Presence shows up at the Daytona 500 and causes a pileup (which in turns causes a fan to be decapitated by a flying tire).
- parasite / tP366k - A girl gets a henna tattoo before her prom. Her father, thinking it's an 'A-rab' symbol, makes her remove it. Her life is therefore ruined.
Listen to Year Zero|
Instead of just leaking tracks one at a time, the entire album is now available to listen to via streaming audio on the Year Zero site. So far, there has been nothing of ARG value found in the flash player, but it has convinced me to go and buy the CD when it comes out.
Be An Informer!|
Well, it seems that someone at least has a copy of Year Zero. According to the posts at ETS, there was an auction (that has since been closed) for a copy of Year Zero. The pictures provided show a different cover than the one we've been told about. On the back of the cd though is a sticker from the US Bureau of Morality.
Consuming or spreading this material may be deemed subversive by the United States Bureau Of Morality. If you or someone you know has engaged in subversive acts or thoughts, call:
BE A PATRIOT - BE AN INFORMER!
Of course, if you see a phone number in an ARG, you just have to call it. When it was first discovered, there was no outgoing message (although you could leave one). This was updated fairly quickly to a message from the United States Bureau of Morality.
This is a message from the United States Bureau of Morality, persuant to statute 24.12.2 - Disclosure of Surveillance.
Citizen, by calling this number, you and your family are impliciting pleading guilty to the consumption of anti-American media and have been flagged as potential militants. The United States Bureau of Morality has activated the tracking system embedded in your personal media and initiated citizen surveillance. United States Surveilliance Law gives us the right to search and seize information relating to subversive activities from your person, vehicle, workplace or home. Any attempt to hinder or prevent our investigation will be met with all necessary force. You are now part of the problem. Your re-education is about to begin. God bless America.
I love how becoming an informer turns you into a subversive. They don't even pretend like you are helping in the voice mail message. The only thing I can't figure out - they said that they would activate the tracking system embedded in our personal media. Do they mean the cd or the cd player? Because if it's the cd, it's like Opal all over again: creating illegal items for the public for the sole purpose making money and weeding out subversive individuals. Although, if everyone is a subversive and is dealt with, I don't know how they will generate any more money.
Grace the Teacher|
In the streaming Year Zero album, someone noticed that in the middle of 'Another Version of the Truth' there was some morse code (from 3:33 to 3:55). After mashing together a couple partial decodes, we found a new website: http://gracetheteacher.net
Grace the Teacher is a journal by who is forced to live in the country with his Grandfather after his father loses his leg in an accident and his mother gets laid off. The only payment the Grandfather wants in return is for his grandson to write in his journal once every three days. He was hoping his grandson would learn something. He did - just not enough to want to stay in his new found life.
When my grandson came to live with me, I told him he had to keep a journal instead of paying rent. I was hoping he would learn something.
Just not enough.
Jan 2, 0000
After Dad got hurt there was only Mom making money, so when they laid her off we couldn’t stay in
our apartment any more. Grandpa said we could stay in the trailer on his farm on the condition
that I keep a diary at least once every three days. It seems crazy. I don’t really have anything to
Today what happened was Nick came over and we watched some shows and then we watched
Celebrity Hook-Up and at the part at the end where you get to vote on who hooks up we always
vote for Rebekah (she is totally the hottest chick on the show) to hook up with the grossest guy
but there are too many girls watching the show and it never works. But its fun to try.
Plus I did some packing for the move.
Okay, that’s about it.
Jan 3, 0000
Grandpa picked us up today. After we got dad’s wheelchair in the back and all our clothes the
Highlander was so packed you couldn’t see out the back window.
Grandpa lives in the country. The nearest town is Dorset, which has three roads and a gas station
where you can buy beef jerky and a boarded up beauty salon and a bar.
Mom’s going to home school us because there isn’t a church school out here and the public
school doesn’t run bus service. So it’s going to be Hannah and me doing worksheets at the
kitchen table, I guess.
Hannah is a trooper. I caught her crying about leaving her middle school girlfriends but she
made me promise not to say anything to Mom and Dad. I guess I’ll probably miss my friends too.
This is an old picture of the trailer we are living in now. That’s my grandpa’s house behind it.
There are two bedrooms. Mom and dad are in one and Hannah is in one because she says she needs her privacy. I’ll sleep on the couch. I figure it will all be okay. Something will come through.Like mom says, it always does. It’s just until she can find another job and Shop-More sucked because of her crazy supervisor. Mom says grace is the teacher. Mom’s big on grace.
Jan 4, 0000
This is Dina, my incredibly hot girlfriend. Dina’s family is from St. Petersburg but she was born in
Tajikistan but came to the US when she was three.
Not much happened today. Milton hooked up with Virginia on CHU, which really surprised me. I
don’t know what the voters were thinking. People are weird sometimes.
Jan 9, 0000
Everything sucks. Moving here sucks. My life sucks. The coffee sucks because we have fucking well
water and the water tastes weird.
Moving out here was a big mistake. Everybody is crazy except Hannah, who runs around trying to
cheer us all up. I should be grateful but I just want her to admit it’s fucking horrible.
Jan 10, 0000
“I wish I was dead. I wish I had a gun.”
Dad was in the bedroom moaning about how his back hurt and his leg hurt. He meant the one
that’s partly gone, he can feel like it’s still there and it hurts.
Mom was crying. Dad said he couldn’t stand it anymore. He said if only he had something to dull
“I wish I was dead. I wish I had a gun, a gun, a gun, gun, gun, gun, GOD IT HURTS….”
Hannah snuck out to join me on the couch in the living room and we watched VOX LateNite with
the sound off.
Mom got tired of him bitching and moaning and then they really started screaming at each other
until mom busted out of the room in her sweatpants and a sweatshirt and bed hair and went out
and got in the car.
I thought she was going away forever and leaving us with him. I didn’t know what to do. Dad kept
lying on the bed moaning that he wished he was dead and he wished he had a gun. I told Hannah
that in the morning, we would pack up and hitch back to Bedford. We would stay with one of her
school friends. I could get a job and she could go to regular school.
I got it all worked out in my head, how we were going to manage. I was almost disappointed when
Mom came back. She had driven to the gas station and bought a 12 pack of beer for dad. She
dropped it on the bed and then she made Hannah go to bed and she slept in Hannah’s room.
I’m thinking about going back to Bedford on my own. I could just hitch.
Jan 12, 0000
Dina broke up with me. By email. She said it wasn’t fair for her to have a boyfriend she couldn’t
really be with.
As if I wanted to come here. As if it was my fault.
When I could see her at school and stuff I wanted her, you know. Cause she’s hot. But now its
KILLING me and sometimes I can’t fucking sleep and I keep thinking about her. I do it under the
blankets thinking about how she would lean forward over her desk sometimes and if she left the
top button of her blouse undone I could see down her shirt to where the elastic on her bra just
snugged into the top of her breast. I hate her and I want to fuck her and I want to cry. When I
try to watch CHU it seems really stupid and I can’t pay attention to anything except how much I
would like to bend rebekah over the arm of the couch and fuck her. I’m such an asshole, I hate
being like that. Dina’s right to break up with me. I’ve tried praying for Jesus to take away my lust
and anger but it doesn’t help and then I’m mad at him and I want to say Fuck You, Jesus!
I can’t believe I just wrote that.
Everything is all mixed up. It sucks that I sleep in the living room. It sucks that we only have one
HOW COME NONE OF MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS GIVES A RAT’S ASS THAT I’M STUCK OUT HERE ROTTING? FUCK YOU ALL!
Jan 15, 0000
I am dying of boredom.
I can’t watch TV any more. It’s so stupid and nothing ever happens. It’s not real. People on TV
are pretty and happy and fake. Nobody on TV loses their leg in a factory accident. Nobody ever
loses their job at Shop-More.
When Rebekah shows up at our farm and fucks me on the carpet of our trailer, I will start watching
Something is happening to me.
Me and Hannah are growing up fast. We are kind of on our own now. We’re going to have to look
out for each other. I think back to who I was before Christmas. I was a moron. I didn’t know
When we first got here it used to take me a couple of hours to do the worksheets. Now I can do
one in fifteen minutes. It’s not that I’m a jillion times smarter. I just used to spend a lot of time staring at the wall or some fucking thing. Now that I can’t stand TV there’s nothing to do but
these stupid worksheets so I am burning through the fuckers in a hurry. I’m going to take the GED
I go for walks all the time. Part of the reason is to get away from the trailer. I feel different out
here. Sometimes there’s so much going on in my head I think I’m going crazy but actually a lot of
the time its a good kind of crazy.
Jesus spent forty days in the wilderness.
I’m not sure how he feels about me telling him Fuck You. Sometimes I think I’m going to hell, but
sometimes I think Jesus probably knows exactly how I’m feeling and he’s felt the same way and that
was the point, that’s why God let himself become real like us.
I was walking and there’s this big tree that’s white. I looked up through the branches of the tree, I
could see these white branches and this blue blue sky. Standing with my head back and the sun
coming through the white branches and blue sky made my eyes water and made me feel dizzy. It
was really beautiful. I thought, I never looked at this before. I thought, I never really looked at
Look at the sky. The sky is beautiful.
Jan 17, 0000
Dad decided to stop drinking beer because we don’t have the money to buy it. He hasn’t had a
beer in four days and last night he started getting crazy again.
I could feel myself getting more and more pissed. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to punch him while
he was lying on the bed and couldn’t get up. Mom sat on the couch watching TV pretending not
to hear him. Listening to him was making me so mad I was afraid of what I might do. I get more mad
now than I ever did in my life. Sometimes I like being mad, which scares me.
I snuck Grandpa’s car keys and drove to the gas station. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I
didn’t have any money. I asked the guy at the counter if I could have the key to the john and when
I came back he was watching TV so I stole a six pack. It wasn’t cold. I kept my head down so I hope
the camera never saw my face.
And you know what? It was easy.
When I came home mom said Jeremiah Snow where did you get that but I didn’t answer and she
didn’t ask again. Maybe I’m going to hell, but fuck, it’s better to be a thief than a murderer.
Jan 23, 0000
Things are really shitty. I don’t mean for us, although they are. What I really mean the WORLD is
shitty. Mom says when she was a kid, if somebody got hurt at work like dad, they got disability.
Not a whole lot, but enough to help, not like dad’s $127 a month. And they got help from doctors
and stuff. Used to be you could go to public school and even in the country the bus came and
picked you up.
I asked mom why things are so different now and she said it was because of the war and because
of global warming. Then she told me I had to promise not to fight in the war.
I have to register for selective service next year when I turn 18 and then I’ll probably get drafted
but she said I had to get out of the country and go to Belize or New Zealand. I cant even get to
fucking Bedford. It was weird to hear her talk that way.
Mom gets really intense these days and she never used to be like that. Everything is really intense
these days. I like it, but sometimes its fucked up.
Nothing ever happened after the gas station thing, so I guess either they didn’t notice or you can’t
see my face on the camera.
Jan 24, 0000
I asked mom if she was going to divorce dad. She said no, that even if she wasn’t in love she was
still loyal. She said dad used to be a lot like me. Then she started to cry and made me go help grandpa change the oil in his car.
I couldn’t do it right and I got fucking oil all over my jeans and we can’t afford to buy new ones. “In order to operate a mechanical device,” Grandpa said, “you have to be smarter than it is. Dipstick.”
“Shut. The fuck. Up.”
“What did you just say?”
“Shut the fuck up! Jesus Christ, I can’t do anything right! I know we’re supposed to be grateful you let us stay in your godforsaken piece of shit trailer, but I swear to god if you don’t get off my back I am going to, going to—“
“Going to what?” Grandpa said. And what was weird was, he was grinning from ear to ear.
Without thinking I wiped my hands on my shirt, dragging oilstains on it, too. “Fuck!”
“Shut up!” I yelled. I leaned back against the car. “Jesus I nearly HIT you, all right? Just … I’m mad all the time now, and when I’m not mad I’m … I don’t know. Something. I used to watch the TV all the time and now I HATE it. Why am I so pissed off? I never used to be like this at home. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Nothing at all,” Grandpa said. Still with that grin. “Nothing wrong with you that a little well water couldn’t fix.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I am an asshole, and I’m glad you noticed. Finally.” I started to ask another question but he waved me off. “Go get washed up, Jerry. Your momma sees those clothes, she’s gonna bust out crying.”
Something about the way he said it made it sound like that would make him pretty happy, too.
Jan 27, 0000
Hannah was out behind grandpa’s house screwing around by the burn barrel where all the trash is
and she stepped on a nail and it went right through her tennis shoe. She didn’t tell mom because
she was afraid mom would go ballistic because we can’t afford to get shoes right now.
They keep telling us America is the best country in the world. How can we be living in the best
country in the world if we can’t even afford a cheap pair of shoes?
Jan 29, 0000
I’ve been helping grandpa fix up the greenhouse. Everything I do is wrong and grandpa criticizes me
all the time. He’s an asshole. Grandpa doesn’t even believe in God.
Sometimes I think about killing him. I think about taking a shovel and bashing his head in and the
brains spattering everywhere on the greenhouse glass and the floor. Everything is like that. I think
about Dina and I feel it so much I feel as if I don’t do something I’m going to die. I get mad at
grandpa and I feel like one of those school shooting kids. When I get happy or when something is
funny, its like I’m going to explode. Last night Hannah and mom and me were playing Balderdash
where you make up definitions to words and I started making up funny definitions and we were
laughing so hard that mom said she was going to pee her pants.
Feb 1, 0000
Today while we were working on the greenhouse Grandpa started talking about what it was like to
be a campaign worker. That’s what he was a long time ago. He had to explain to me what an
election was because my memory was sort of hazy. But he explained it and I said, “So it’s sort of
Celebrity Hook-Up, only the winner gets to be run the country.”
He didn’t say anything. Just looked at me.
And then I said, “You got to vote on who is going to be President, but I only get to vote on who
Rebekah is going to date this week?”
And then I said, “That’s fucked up.”
And he was looking at me, and the longer I thought about it, the more fucked up it seemed. Like,
how my life was this horrible joke version of his. Ha ha! This is what “voting” means for you, Jerry
Snow, ha ha!
And I said, “That’s really fucked up!”
That was the first time I ever remember seeing Grandpa smile.
Feb 4, 0000
We’re back in Bedford for awhile.
Last night when it was Hannah’s turn to say grace, she started doing weird things with her mouth.
She got stuck on amen and her mouth froze. Then she made the sign for choking, where you hold
your hand to your throat except she hadn’t swallowed anything.
Mom said we had to go to the emergency room. I got the car keys from grandpa and then I carried
Hannah out to the car. She was freaking out, even if she couldn’t talk. I could see her looking at
me. Mom got in the back seat with her and I drove us to Bedford to the emergency room.
They did an exam and when they took her shoes off her foot was all red and puffy. Mom started
crying. They told us Hannah has tetanus. They asked us if we have insurance and when mom said
we didn’t they asked us for an admittance deposit so I called grandpa and he said he had the $100.
If he hadn’t I would have robbed the fucking gas station I swear to god.
I drove back to the farm and then he drove us back to the hospital. When we got there Hannah
was lying on the emergency room bed except she was arched up like she was doing a backbend
and her face was all scrunched up, her mouth was open like she was screaming without sound, the
only thing touching the bed was her head and her heels. She was looking at me. She was crying. I
couldn’t do anything.
The nurse said that we couldn’t be back there and they hustled us out. I felt sick and I wanted to
punch something but I didn’t want to upset mom so I walked down the hallway to the drinking
fountain and took a big long drink of water. Grandpa came up and hugged me and that really
freaked me out because the old bastard never even liked me. Then I knew that something terrible
was going to happen.
On the TV this teacher in Ohio said she saw the Hand of God.
Feb 5, 0000
Hannah is the same which is not good. They won’t let us see her. Mom says she is in God’s hands. I
want to puke.
Is this my fault? For the things I thought and the things I did? God, don’t take Hannah because of
I feel guilty because while we’ve been here we’ve had fast food and it tasted great. Even the water
here tastes normal after well water. The hospital has a computer that you can use and wireless.
Wireless is nice after having to put up with dial-up out in the country. I shouldn’t be thinking
about wireless and dial-up while Hannah is so sick.
Feb 7, 0000
Dina came to the hospital. It was nice of her to visit but she was really uncomfortable, I could tell. I kind of felt sorry for her, but I have to keep focused on Hannah.
It’s hard to think about Hannah, really. Or about anything.
Sometimes I just sit and look at the wall and I realize I haven’t been really thinking about anything
and I feel guilty. Then I try to pray a little and be honest about myself and I feel this calmness
which I think is God’s forgiveness. What my mom calls grace.
I realize that this time in the country has been a test of faith and that grace is a teacher. I know it sounds sappy, but I’ve got Amazing Grace stuck in my head.
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Since we’ve been at the hospital, I guess I’ve learned what’s important because I feel different.
God is peace. God is calm. I’m asking God to take away my anger.
Feb 8, 0000
Rebekah hooked up with Rory on CHU this week. I saw that one coming. I think it could work out,
too. I mean, I guess the show will keep going and changing, but I think Rebekah and Rory would be
good together. I used to want her to hook up with someone gross because that was funny, but
now I’m more mature, I think. I want her to have a good life. Family is fundamental. They say that
at school all the time: family is fundamental.
I feel at peace. Grandpa has been going home each night but mom and I have been staying at the
hospital. Grandpa got dad loaded in his old Highlander and brought him out from the farm to the
hospital so dad was here with mom and me when Hannah passed.
Hannah is with God now and is no longer suffering.
Feb 10, 0000
I passed the GED. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. It’s hard to remember stuff I
studied at grandpa’s. It’s like that stuff happened to someone else. I read some of what I wrote and
I can’t even remember what it felt like to feel that way. It’s a different person. I’m glad I’m not so
pissed all the time now, but I kind of miss that I felt smarter or something. I guess Hannah’s death
has really taken it out of me.
Mom got a job at a dry cleaner so we’re staying in Bedford. Grandpa asked me if I wanted to stay
with him. I said no. Things are a lot easier here in Bedford than they were in the country. Grandpa
called me a zombie. He went into this big tirade about how the American people are all sheep and
he thought I wasn’t a sheep but he was wrong.
After awhile I just tuned him out.
Exterminal & Free Rebel Art|
Just when everyone was bitching that the game had stalled because we hadn't gotten any more wreckages/shards (and thus had to go and brute force them) all of a sudden we get a windfall of sites - sorta. We might have jumped the gun a bit.
Memorathoner, the guy that found the advance copy of Year Zero on an auction, actually won the auction and received the cd in the mail. He took a series of photographs, showing the real back cover, the inside flaps and the cd. Note the color of the CD.
When memorathoner ejected the cd from his player, the black color faded away, leaving some binary writing on the cd itself.
Running it through a binary translator, we get exterminal.net. Sadly, at the moment, the site isn't live. It just says "Pilgrim Stream: 24.7 Data in transit". We probably weren't supposed to find the site yet and this is just a stopgap measure. I wonder how long it takes to send information back from the future.
0110 010 1011 110
00011 101 00011
00101 0111001 00110110
1011 010 010
010 11 011 0
0 0 01 0 1 1 1 00 110
1 1100 1100 1 01 01
11 0 1
On the booklet for Year Zero, there was another website listed: http://freerebelart.com. Like Exterminal, this is also an in transit site. So now I guess we wait until the album is released (unless someone can find something else in the stream or Garageband files).
Red Horse Vector|
I really am surprised the amount of hidden clues in the Year Zero album. I'm just not surprised that the people at ETS are trying to squeeze them out even before the album has officially been released.
In 'The Great Destroyer,' someone noticed that there was a distorted voice around 2:24 that was coming out of the center channel. After isolating and filtering it a bit, we eventually got this. A million listens later, and it is eventually discovered that this says 'Red Horse Vector' leading to http://www.redhorsevector.net
This site gives us a Top Secret memo about the Red Horse virus - the virus that killed the diplomat Jed Mather and the cause of the Star Chamber incident. It's an ebola type virus, but it can withstand climate changes better, making it more dangerous. Infected persons also develop a homicidal psychosis becoming extremely violent before dying (usually within 45 minutes).
REPORT TO THE PRESIDENT
THE DEPLOYMENT OF CHEM AGENT WITHIN CONUS
Director of Consolidated Intelligence Agency
REPORT TO THE PRESIDENT ON
THE DEPLOYMENT OF CHEMICAL AGENT WITHIN CONUS
The Red Horse bio agent is extremely hardy, presenting many of the same symptoms of the
Ebola virus without the attending fragility one would expect of a tropical virus in temperate or
high-altitude climates. Under this administration’s Directive 21-03 “Eye for an Eye,” clinical trials of the replicated Red Horse strain against interred Islamic jihadist prisoners resulted in 100% mortality within 48 hours of exposure.
Interestingly, whereas Ebola patients suffer tremendous and incapacitating pain, Red Horse
subjects acquire a degree of homicidal psychosis that can blind the subject to his own pain and
This video, of captured U.S. Diplomat Jed Mather, shows the effects of the virus.
Upon inhalation, Red Horse patients begin to bleed out. Massive hemorrhaging follows with
subjects bleeding from lachrymal ducts, ears (via cerebral spinal fluid) anus and urethra. In 65% of
those subjects tested, external stressors exacerbated the hemorrhage resulting in full mortality
within 45 minutes. Unlike Ebola, full hemorrhagic fever did not present, nor did patients live long
enough to manifest symptoms of necrotic organ tissue. In all cases, cause of death was
determined to be massive hypovolemic shock.
Approximately two years ago, a weaponized biological agent code-named Red Horse was
discovered within a laboratory facility inside the Caspian port-sector of Cheleken, Turkmenistan.
The facility poses as an environmental testing facility but is known to be a hub for jihadist CBRN
Assets in-theatre tracked delivery of Red Horse by air into Dushanbe, Tajikistan. Hand-off of the
agent to known jihadist sympathizers was captured before vectoring a UAV asset to follow
subsequent delivery by land south across the Vaksh River to a village of approximately 15
families outside of Kulyab.
The agent was then dispersed. Sat recon suggests a portable pesticide sprayer was used.
The agent proved 100% effective within the village. From Patient 0 to Patient Omega, (73
persons) it is believed that 51 hours had elapsed.
While Tajik nationals are not overt sponsors of the jihadist movement, Muslim sympathies negate
serious antipathy. It is reasonable to believe that this Kulyab Event was a beta test of Red Horse
prior to deployment against CONUS.
Following the Kulyab Event, our assets recovered the Tajik courier, Hamid Al-Mahvand, a second
sample of Red Horse and plans for a Site B contingency test location, also in Tajikistan.
Subsequently we received the Jed Mather video. It is clear that jihadist cells have sufficient
quantities of this virus that they want us to know that they have it.
The Tajik Red Horse trial proved that the agent is sufficiently deadly that a full TRVA was
conducted. A vaccine development program has proven to be a qualified success, but has
demonstrated several symptoms that cannot, as of this date, be countered without diminishing the
efficacy of the vaccine.
CIA threat-risk-vulnerability analysis concludes that Red Horse presents a dire threat to both the
Administration and its backers. Because Red Horse is believed to be at the disposal of
dispersed jihadist operatives that may or may not be currently within CONUS, it is the
recommendation of the CIA that:
Should Red Horse fall under the umbrella of public scrutiny, we should anticipate a panic with
severe repercussions to both economic and foreign policies. Considering Red Horse’s efficacy, a
public scare uncontained by official Vox channels risks provoking a “use it or lose it” attitude among
jihadist operatives inside CONUS.
- Continued discretionary funding be diverted to increase safer, faster production of the
Red Horse vaccine;
- Existing supplies of the vaccine be provided for National Command Authority, the most
senior strategic positions of the Administration and key corporate and religious figures,
then increasing distribution to less-senior positions as inventory permits; and,
- Restrict all knowledge of Red Horse to this distribution list’s eyes only to permit deniability
and mitigate panic.
Director, Defense Research and Engineering
General Counsel of the Department of Defense
Chairman, Cedocore Industries
Brand Director, VOX
Chief Executive Officer, CDC
Board of Directors, Halli-Bech Reynolds
Chairman of the Synod, New Evangelical Church
CC: Special Operations Director, Bureau of Morality
Terrorist: (translation from French) This guy, leaves the embassy without escort. He believes like that we will help him. He believes we will keep him, to drive his car with his dog, without bodyguard, and that we will say : 'look, it is an American not like the others', he will be our friend that one.
Jed Mather: Please, let's talk. Let's talk. Please. I-I-I-I-I know people. Okay?
Terrorist: After Syria, after Chad, after Yemen. Trying to make us feel guilty after Tehran? Testing. Red Horse. The sickness has been developed by the IA. It is extremely contagious. If American troops do not pull out of the IA nations, we will have no choice but to release the sickness in America.
Jed Mather: No-no-no. P-p-p-please, I'm on your side. Please-please... *muffled sounds of struggle* *coughing and wheezing* Please. Please. Don't. Please, I-I-I... Please, this is... Oh my God. What are you doing? Please! God! Get down in here![?]
So, now we know partially what happened at the Star Chamber - it was contaminated by the Red Horse virus. But was it a terrorist attack? Or was it a US Government test case? Seems like terrorists would strike a bigger target than an underground rave in Cleveland. As for the Agent with the coppery tears - we still don't know for sure if she was contaminated by the Red Horse, or if she was innoculated against it. The memo talks about a vaccine for the virus, but it has "several symptoms that cannot...be be countered without diminishing the efficacy of the vaccine" which could mean one of the side effects is crying orange tears.
It's interesting to note the conclusion the memo has. For one, it wants to keep the public dark about the Red Horse virus. The current vaccines are only going to be available to the highest people in the government, corporate and religious sectors. I'm guessing this means that Parepin isn't magic bulletproof vest it's claimed to be if they need an additional vaccine on top of it.
OSR in LA|
Stab! Stab! Stab! As I'm sitting here getting up the energy to write up last week's updates, I see this in one of the chat channels: "Is this <insert game name here> thing new enough that I can get in on it?" No, I'm sorry, if you didn't get a personal invitiation in the form of a package in the mail on the day that everyone else got one, you aren't invited to play. Nevermind the fact that only 6 people by this definition are allowed to play, or that this very fraking guide proves that you can jump in seriously late to a game and still enjoy it - coming in late and uninvited to a game is a serious faux pas! Seriously, this whole thing about expecting personal invitations and the idea that you must play a game from the beginning has seriously gotten on my nerves.
So, the updates. If you signed up to the OSR Mailing List, you got a nice little email telling you about the latest submissions and an alert that they will be holding an event of sorts in LA.
Several people went out to Melrose and Ogden to check out what was there. What they found was a new mural. Along with slogans like '54 40 or Fight' (referring to expansionists wanting to take the Oregon Territory by force from the UK if necessary) and 'DFNDNG AMRKA' (not sure what the artist has against Es and Is), there is also the phrase 'One Country at a Time', which leads to a new website: http://www.onecountryatatime.net.
From: Open Source Resistance [email@example.com]
Subject: Update, plus OSR goes live in LA
Date: April 11, 2007 08:38:49 PM EDT
Unbelievable, the quality of stuff you have been sending in. Check out the new content on the site-and beyond that, people are starting to submit platforms with real potential. From campus DJs and copy store clerks to people with connections at major networks and publications. This feels like the start of something real. (I'll be sending out the first few connections soon, so please keep them coming. Every voice out here helps.)
Local news-some very serious artists in LA are making a difference in a very public place. Check out the piece near Melrose and Ogden in LA. If you're worried about where this country (and this world) is going, check out their work. It will remind you why you should be worried: but maybe give you a little juice for the fight, too.
Lastly, a few of us are talking about organizing a meeting here in LA. If you're interested, show up at the Melrose location at or a little after 7 pm on this Friday evening (April 13th). Wear something that shows you're one of us. Stand under the big pig and follow the revolver across the street to the van. Knock twice. When you've got the stuff, get out of there fast. Don't attract attention. Don't be followed.
That's it for now. Sometimes it feels like hope is hard to come by. What you're doing makes hope a little easier for me to find.
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Before we get to that though, let's talk about the meet on Friday. I was lucky enough to hook up and exchange phone calls with astralpunch, who was going to the event with her boyfriend. Between 50-100 people showed up at Melrose and Ogden where they were given different colored buttons (grey and yellow) by none other than Steve Peters. Then they were directed across the street to where the van was waiting for them. After forming an orderly queue, they received an ammo box that contained
10 Flyers, 10 Buttons, 1 Marker, 1 Hat, 1 Bandana, 1 Patch, 4 Stickers, and 1 Stencil. Pretty nifty, huh?
As it turns out, some of the boxes were even niftier. If you had a yellow button, you got a different box that had a red cell phone and a set of instructions in it.
Lucky bastards. The next day, calls started going out to verify the people that had the phones understood the instructions and that they and anyone they were going to bring to the event was over 18. Now we just have to wait until Wednesday to find out what is going to happen.
If you are 18 or over, and will be in the Los Angeles area Wednesday, April 18th, we need you. If not, give this hardware to someone else.
This phone is your membership card to the resistance. Within the next few days, we will use it to contact you with details of this first resistance meeting. It will get you and one friend through the door.
Keep it charged, and keep it with you at all times. Most importantly, there are only 100 minutes of use on these phones, so use them up and you'll be SOL.
We'll be in touch.
One Country at a Time|
One Country at a Time, the site from the LA mural, is a combination of a diary and a comic book. The diary is from a resistance artist living in Texas. He tells about how he received an email from a soldier in Syria - a soldier who has connections to his father who is currently serving in the military. The whole thing is really quite sad and it sheds a rather unpleasant light on those who serve in the military and how they tend to cope with things.
...one country at a time
I'm a street artist. I got these panels in the mail from a GI in Syria. I thought at first it was from someone who knew my art.
I was wrong.
The story you need to know starts in Syria, 2/3/0000
Shit, my family was from Detroit. What other choice did I have?
I got caught shoplifting.
Only way I could get to college. I just liked the ads.
Yeah, during football games!
Swords. Rockets. Adventure and shit.
You are one dumb motherfucker, Blip. What about you, Monterey?
Hey, I look like a fucking Arab, right?
I figured people might treat me like an American if I had the uniform on.
What about you, Captain?
Cops almost got me last night.
We were doing silhouettes down by Ft. Sam Houston, hadn't thought of that place in years and then we're[sic] were on hands and knees crawling through this culvert/drain pipe under one of the roads and I realized--
--this is where I got laid the first time, Jeni Reis smelling like sweat and cinnamon, me all oboy oboy and then afterwards her trying to pretend it hadn't hurt and me thinking fuck I didn't mean it to be like that.
Weird, right. The strange and familiar sliding in and out, like a dream. I had forgotten the sound of choppers overhead, like a ceiling fan, how I used to fall asleep to them.
Anyway, guys with stickers and guys with print and me with my chalks, a sentry and sirens, us diving for the darkness like so many cockroaches, the adrenaline high, that's right we're fucking roaches we're the common cold, assholes, cannot stop us all.
Afterwards, the others wanted to go for a drink and Mary was looking at me That Way (it's like we only ever do it after the Art Ops anymore)
But somehow I didn't want to, didn't want to be with any of them. The Protestors. Mom's an accountant/teacher/librarian, dad's a musician/lawyer/preacher.
They never lived in Fort Sam (or Brigg, or Bless or pick your particular hell) never went ot base school, never saw someone pulled out of class to get The Letter, go home white-faced and dry-eyed because back then we were doing our part and you never let htme see you cry, even when they dropped the flag over the coffin and fired the guns because that would be giving up, that would be letting them win.
There was an email from a soldier in Syria waiting for me when I got home.
Oh, I was like Blip here. Liked the ads, did a tour in Iraq. Told myself when I got home to my wife and kids I was never going back.
That's me, man.
Got a job at a car dealership. Painted the apartment. Read back issues of Wolverine to my kid for bedtime story. Thing is, I just wasn't any good at it.
Being...normal, I guess. Like somewhere outside of Basra I kind of forgot how.
You argue with your wife all the time--
You see a kid pointing like a water pistol--
So my wife's in the bedroom, says she wants a divorce. The kids are watching the Academy Wards on tv, and BOOM.
It was a calling.
Well, at least it was an excuse.
The next day we had to clean out a rocket next in another hellhole village.
Don't worry. It's okay. We're here to help.
I asked the Captain once if he still believed in the Lord. In what we were doing here. He said, "I'm trying."
That Syrian girl would have been... 11? 12?
When she was 14, my little siste [sic] Angie was abducted, raped, and murdered by an ex-Special Forces marine commando who had been discharged after operation Sandstorm. Afterwards he turned himself in and was hanged. My mom wouldn't watch the telecast but I did. I was hoping it would make something better.
Dear mother of God.
Five minutes later it was gone. Five minutes after that we remembered to be soliders.
Hope he asks her where we can find more water in this helllhole.
Hey, Monterey! Tell her me fuckee long time! For real American dollar.
Jesus, Blip. She's like twelve.
Next of kin is an uncle in Tadmur - almost 50 miles.
Ok. If we start at dawn, we can be back by nightfall.
Due respect, Captain, but that country is crawling with snipers. Respectfully, nobody wants to get his ass shot off because you came down with a case of the samaritans, Captain.
If we bring her to Tadmur, Sir, chances are she'll be killed as a probable accomplice.
I was listening on the radio a couple of days ago. Voice of America broadcast. You know what they said? Apparently, we went into Syria to make these people's lives better. We go to Tadmur in the morning.
He was the Captain, but that didn't mean we had to like it.
100 mile round trip through hostile territory.
Land mines. Manpads. Scorpions. And snipers. Long guns behind every fucking boulder.
"For a 12 year old piece of Syrian puzzy?" Blip said. "Fuck."
Nobody else would say it. But we were all thinking it.
They got Gomez when he stopped to take a piss and stepped on a mine. A medic might have saved him... But Gomez was the medic.
The first thing I learned to draw was bodies. I heard somewhere that Leonardo used to buy corpses and cut them up to see how bodies were put together. I stole an old copy of Grey's Anatomy from the school library and hit it under my bed.
I wanted to draw like other guys wanted to be on the football team. I wanted to be a bad-ass. I wanted girls to think I was cool and moody and deep. I drew pictures of girls I wanted to sleep with hoping they would notice and it actually worked sometimes.
I used to wish I was more of a creep so I could just fuck them and not worry about it afterwards but it turned out life wasn't really like that. Even Cammy, the tough girl who dyed her hair black and kept getting suspended, we were in her room in the basement, he parents overhead staring at the tv, she pushes her paintes down and looked all flushed and embarrassed
and I thought, "I"m the age my dad was when he got mom pregnant with me."
It made you want to crawl flat. It made you want to tunnel into the sand and hide. We stopped the trucks, and even Blip shut up, like one stray sound and it would NOTICE us, and that would be the fucking END. The whole desert breathless. Waiting.
Down! Get down!
There's only one problem with using a scope. When the sun catches it, sometimes there's a flash. It's not much... But a good sniper doesn't need much.
Medic! God damn it. Is this what you wanted?
Shut up, for God's sake!
Is this how it was supposed to happen?
I'm not saying what happened next was right.
Are you happy now?
But he'd already gotten two men killed.
Answer me, you son of a bitch!
And now he was shouting at that thing.
As if he wanted to bring the lightning down on all of us.
There must have been another sniper!
The last day before he left us my dad took us down to Corpus Christie for a treat. He lay face down on the oil-spotted sand while we screamed and jumped the surf and picked at the dead jellyfish lying on the beach. I still remember him lying there, surf bubbling around his feet. It seems impossible that I didn't know what was coming.
When we were nicely sunburned and sick on soft-serve ice cream we went back to our room at the Holiday Inn and mom and dad told us the news.
He talked about how much he loved us but how the country needed him. I knew that he just didn't like living with us anymore, but I hoped Angie was little enough that she would be fooled.
He came to visit three times. The last time was just a few months before Angie was killed. I was fifteen and refused to leave my room and visit with him. My mom tried to make me. She said he was about to ship out and I should be nice but I fucking hated him and everything he stood for and I wouldn't answer him even when he talked to me through the door.
Angie did, though. She gave him the special cross she got for her sixth grade graduation.
She always was a goody-goody.
But... this looks more like an entrance than an exit wound.
But I figured you had a right to know.
The form letter from the army said my father had been killed by friendly fire.
I've spent the last couple of years doing street art projects against the Syrian Campaign. I used to think it was to piss off my dad. Maybe it was to bring him home. I can't tell anymore.
Guys I went to school with are in the army now. Others, like me, have drifted into a different kind of amry. We fight with chalk and spray paint, and it used to be a whole lot safer, but in the last few years things have gotten bad. A tagger I used to hang out with got picked up last month and shpped to the EFDC on Guam.
My mom hooked up with a born again dude. He calls me every couple of weeks to tell me she's drinking a lot and maybe she would listen to me if I told her to stop. He's real earnest. He doesn't understand that sometimes people get broken and you can't fix them anymore.
The guy who killed ANgie, the last thing he said before the trap door opened, he looked at the camera, right at me, and he said, "I'm so sorry."
My dad wasn't a bad guy, but he probably killed people in Syria and Iraq. Maybe a lot of them.
The last thing I ever said to him was that I hated him and never wanted to see him again.
Meanwhile, all over the world tonight, US troops are spreading democracy with tanks and bullets and planes and guns. In these last days, I wonder if the generals and the CEOs and the President in his bunker look at their TV monitors and see that fucking giant hand coming down on us all, innocent and guilty, Christians and Muslims, black and white. And I wonder if they feel like I do, that something else has just shown up, with its own locked and loaded magazine of manifest destiny, set to bring up a new kind of reckoning...
Regret and Hubris|
With all the buttons being handed out at the LA event, we some new wreckage/shard combos. See - no need to be brute forcing if you just have a little fraking patience!
- regret / Ad54S7 - An often forwarded email from an Lebanese farmer who just wants to sell olive oil.
- hubris / 39tpLe - A Marine tries to explain his reasons for fighting to his girlfriend.
So today is the day! Year Zero has been released in stores in the US and so now we can 'officially' find the new sites. In case you have forgotten, Exterminal was found from decoding the binary after the Year Zero cd was heated up to reveal hidden letters.
This site contains files from the Extrajudiciary Federal Detainment Camp on Guam. It's where they send dissidients, subversives, and terrorists so that the general public will be safe. It's bascially a Concentration Camp. You may check in, but you won't check out. After all, US taxpayers have better things to spend their money on than keeping you alive.
THEY CALL IT EXTERMINAL
Technically, it's the Extrajudiciary Federal Detainment Camp, Guam.
Functionally, it's the fucking End of the Line.
It's where they disapper you if you think too hard, talk too loud, forget to drink the water, remember to be free. My best friend from high school got sent there three years ago. My girlfriend is therenow. Beaten, certainly. Raped, probably. Dead...I guess I hope so.
Ashes to ashes, zeros and ones.
Sooner or later they'll get me, too. They might pick me off with a Van Eck phreak, or catch me with a profiling algorithm, I suppose, but probably it will be something simple and stupid and ordinary: my landlady will overhear a phone call, or they'll put the squeeze on the 13 year old girl in the apartment next door after she downloads a song with Un-American Lyrical Content and in her guilt and panic she ill turn me in for no reason at all, but it will be enough for them to break into my apartment and find my water filter.
They'll put me on a plan to Guam and nobody will ever hear from me again -- except you. Because if you're reading this page, there's a good chance I will see you there.
Leave this site. Scrub your browser history. Be a good citizen. Stay alive.
When the took Beth, I couldn't stop trying to find out what had happened to her. Weeks. Months.
There's a kind of evidence locker that stores electornic versions of documents and surveillance feeds. It's got a little older security protocol. Sometimes something leaks.
Don't ask me about your buddy, your teacher, your dad, your son. Anything I find, I post as soon as I get it.
Charge: domestic terrorism, hate speech, subversive communications, etc.
Close of file update
Interviewer: You look thirsty. Have some water.
Subject: No thank you, ma'am.
Interviewer: Ma'am! Good manners. I like that. Have some water.
Subject: I'm really not thirsty.
Interviewer: You know and I know that you're going to have to drink this water. There's nothing in it that every man, woman, and child acrss the country isn't drinking.
Subject: Not every man, woman, and child.
Drink up. There you go! All of it. Good. You feel better, right?
Interviewer: Sure you do.
Subject: You're overestimating the absorption rate. It will take a couple of days for the Parpin to reach full effectivness.
Subject: Well, you should know better than I.
Interviewer: Me? I'm just a thug who looks good in Gucci. All that sciencey stuff...pffft.
Subject: You should learn more about it.
Interviewer: I get by. Now, you were delightfully cooperative -- wait, are you a little warm? I'm a little warm. Let me lower the thermostat.
Okay. Better. Where was I? Oh right. Let's talk a little about this website of yours.
Subject: Look, I'm not brave. I told the other guy everything this morning. I swear to you, I just want to go home.
Interviewer: Here, have some more water.
Subject: God, enough with the water! I'm not thirsty!
Interviewer: Jonathan--can I call you Jon? Jon. Drink the water.
Jon, honestly, I like you, believe it or not. The guy you were talking to this morning? He doesn't like you so much. You don't want to see him--
Subject: Okay! Okay!
Interviewer: Good. Whoops--don't spill!
Now. As persuasive as my friend was this morning, I think you might be able to remember a few more details if you sit quietly and think about things.
I have a magazine -- see? Nice, ordinary magazine.
I'm going to sit here and find out whether hemlines are rising or dropping this spring, while you think about things. Just pipe up if you think of something you might have forgotten to share this morning.
Subject: Please. Please. Listen to me. Let me go home. I'll drink the water. I'll drink three gallons a day, whatever.
Please, I'm not important. I didn't start a revolution or anything. I just did some research. I was stupid, I don't care that much, I don't want to be a martyr. Just let me go, please.
Interviewer: You want to go home?
Interviewer: Show of good faith. Here's -- a nice pitcher of water. Toss that back for me.
Subject: That's like, a gallon of water!
Interviewer: Technically a little more than that, but close enough for jazz.
I like you, Jon. You're the sort of nerdy kid who desperately wanted to date me in high school. Kind of charming. But...
I need to know that you understand what's a stake here. You can be smart, you can do your science, but now you're going to color inside the lines.
Subject: Fine. Fine. Here.
Interviewer: Jon, thanks. I mean that.
Now, we're going to sit here quietly for a while. Just in case you remember something. Any little details that slipped your mind earlier that you think might be important.
Subject: Then I can go home?
Interviewer: Then you can go home.
Subject: Okay. Okay.
Subject: Um, could I please use the facilities?
Subject: I have to... I need to urinate.
Interviewer: Oh. Go ahead.
Subject: Um. Could you uncuff me from this chair?
Interviewer: Oh! You want to use the bathroom? No, no I'm afraid not. But go ahead. I don't mind.
Subject: But I -- I can't --
Interviewer: Still holding it? Wow. Here. Have some more water.
Subject: I can't!
Interviewer: We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.
I think we both -- well, well, well!
See? Easier than you thought, right? Now, drink up.
Interviewer: Don't be so shy. I've seen much worse, believe me. Drink a little more for me -- oh, you really are so good. Excellent.
Interviewer: Hey. This might interest you. Did you know that in the past twenty years, the winter fashion industry has revolutionized to keep up with the climate change? Winter fashins now play with cold-weather styles while shifting to cooler --
Subject: I feel a little dizzy.
Interviewer: It's probably dehydration. Here, drink up.
Subject: Dehydration?! I can't -- Oh God. Oh God!
Interviewer: Well, all that water's got to go somewhere. Just a little more now. No -- don't -- there.
Subject: [weeping] WHy are you doing this?
Interviewer: Oh now don't cry. Valuable liquid in those tears! Well, never mind.
Subject: Why are you doing this?
Interviewer: You're the scientist! You tell me.
Subject: I'm not a scientist. I didn't even get through college. It's just a hobby. When can I go home? I feel really dizzy.
Interviewer: Jon, please. Don't whine. We've been through this.
Subject: No, not the Parepin, but like... too much... water. Something about... electolytes?
Interviewer: You know, you could be right. Looks like you've had... 3.2 gallons of water since we started. Wow!
Impressive. Right now your blood is thinner than a fashion model before Paris week. Your sodium and magnesium levels are completely out of whack, andyou're in the early stages of osmotic shift. Your body's cell are beginning to drown, one by one. Hey! I'm better at this science stuff than you thought. Let's flip a coin: heads you start seizing, tails you skip right to the coma.
Subject: You said I... could go home?
Interviewer: Well, yes. It was a metaphor. Jon, the truth is, we're a little busy this month. The bad news is, I"m not sure you're going to trot out of here and play nice the rest of your life. And the taxpayer doesn't want to pay for a plane ticket. Or even, you know, board and lodging in our little resort. Am I right?
Am I right?
Hm. I guess it's tails.
Markakis, J / Inmate - Interview
Domestic Terrorist Pre-Sentencing Profile: Thibadeux, Sara: Summary
Status: Currently held in solitary confinement pending final sentence.
Crime(s): On 2/7/0000, two teachers and an administrator from Fisher of Men public creche in Dayton, OH were killed and a third teacher was seriously injured in a freeway auto accident when two tires blew out (front right and rear left).
Detainee was apprehended by police at approximately 3:35pm that afternoon. Detainee was transferred to federal custody on 2/8/0000 and quickly confessed to filling two tires (front right and rear left) of the driver's SVU with WD-60 earlier that morning.
Clam and resolute during the questioning, showing little remorse. General manner described by first responders as "almost military." Possible links to covert training?
Networks(s): No evidence of accomplices. No evidence of participation in or direct communication with existing dissident groups. Detainee distrubted information related to the crime on a P2P network the week prior, including summaries of solo terrorist tactics, and advised others that together they could "shut the system down."
Perpetrator: Superiors report Detainee was well above average in intelligence and drive. Also described as "high-achieving" and "extremely competent," with "advanced leadership skills."
Psychological Profile (Summary): Psychological evaluation indicates no obvious motivator for treasonous activity, in fact, Detainee came from the family of a decorated war hero (1) and performed exceptionally well in state/church care after mother's death (2).
Supporting materials: Recent Photograph of Detainee: http://www.exterminal.net/domestic.htm
1: Father was a Marine, killed in Kazakhstan by a 12 year old female suicide bomber when subject was seven years of age. Curiously, Detainee mentioned the suicide bomber several times during interviews, usually as "a fighter" rather than "a quitter."
2: Mother was transferred to care facility after CPI and Parenting Score dropped below acceptable levels; Detainee was transferred to local creche. Three months later, during a home visit, Detainee discovered mother consuming drain cleanser. Although mother subsequently died, emergency responders commented on Detainee's courage and quick thinking.
Thibadeux, S / Inmate -- processing report
Audio date collected as evidence againstinmate and logged as "Exhibit A." Audio analysts unable to determine method by which subversive material has been encoded. Conclusion: hold inmate without bail.
Classified / Inmate - Evidence report
|TRANSMISSION ALERT: LIVE TRANSMISSION IN PROGRESS|
|inmate file: Bardsley, G|
|subfile: Known accomplices – aiding and abetting terrorism|
|tagged surveillance |
Subject: Carraig, Elliot
|establishing pipeline to transmission device…connection established.|
|| || |
|okay, I can see you through your office|| || |
|window|| || |
|can you see what im typing?|| || |
|nod if you see|| || |
| || || |
|good girl. Welcome to the Resistance.|| || |
| || || |
|stop for a moment|| || |
|get used to the glasses|| || |
|if you're not used to a hedz up display|| || |
|it can be weird|| || |
| || || |
|ok|| || |
|txt me on your cell
|| || |
| ||Feed 02
| ||tracing pipeline to subject #2…
| ||unrecognized subject.
| ||building new subject file…
| || || |
| ||protocol: Cedocore Security Breach
| ||subject #2 identified; Roberts, Tayna
| ||(Administrative Assistant Grade 2)
| ||duplex surveillance tap established.
| || || |
|its coming to me
|ok, I'm right outside the Cedocore
|building in the white van.
|All you have to do is get the file, go
|downstairs, through security and out
|the door and I will be waiting for you
| || || |
|Are you ready?
|no one can see this display
|even if they look right at you
|you're just a pretty file clerk in
||make me feel
||a little sick
|should have given you
|Gil said the glasses always made
|him sick, too
||g wore these?
|Gil loved gadgets
|he loved this whole set-up
|but we never used it for anything serious
|here's the drill
|plug the microdrive into your computer
|then open www.cedocore.com/rswtb
|The copy program will run automatically.
| || || |
|Good. It should only take a second.
| || || |
|When it's done, put the microdrive in
|your bag and take a deep breath.
|We're ready to go
||k…at hallway door
|Ok, stop for a sec.
|I want you to blink three times fast.
||media pipeline established
| || || |
|Perfect. You've just sent me a picture
|what you're seeing.
|Take a step back from the door and try
||This is crzy
|You're doing fine.
|Work your way towards the front.
|I'll be with you the whole way.
||do you get nerves?
|we all did
| || || |
|once i start moving i'm okay
|St. fucking Gil
|don't make too much of him
| || || |
||yru here then?
||!!! Should I run?!?
|listen, all that's going to happen is
|you're going to walk out of the building
|like you do every day
|at the end of the day
|there's nothing for the cameras to see.
||Gils dead isnt here
||That’s why he isnt here
||They got him
|You've got to keep moving, Tayna
||That’s why you're here instead of
| || || |
||tell me this is important
||tell me it wl make a diference
||tell me. Pls
|Tayna, you are a good person trying to
|do the right thing
| || || |
| || || |
|Tayna, don't be nervous. You don't
|have to blink so fast.
|The guards on the other side of that
|door have no idea you are smuggling
|anything out of the building.
|they can't tell. I promise.
|Just walk right through.
|The micro drive won't show up on their
|Try not to activate the camera again
| || || |
|Good! You made it out the door!
||Outside. 2 mor guards. Trouble!!!
|Shit. Worst case -- they KNOW: just
|waiting for you to officially commit the
|crime by leaving the building.
| || || |
|Steady. I can see you now
|I'm across the street in the white van.
|Tayna, that guard walking up to
|If he's talking about doing a background
|check scratch your nose
|honey, don't be scared. i'm going to get
|you out of this.
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|Don't stand between the two guards.
|Get to one side!
|Gonna run the fuckers down.
|do good, T
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|Subject evaded capture
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presumed dead: rescue crew determining status
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|End of file.
Bardsley, G (accomplice surveillance underway) / Accomplice - Carraig, E - surveillance
Confiscated upon searching apartment of Carraig, E. (deceased)
w/reference to GB
- Girl has access to Cedocore docs, Important
- she was talking to Gil, doesn't know he's been picked up
- get her + docs past Ced security
never trust a lawyer especially one with a cause
G's sacrifice blahblahblah
I'm throwing life away
I, old man, you're a righteous fucker
throw some girl under the bus for
the fucking Resistance
revolutionary = bastard
$20,000, $5,000 now, $15,000 when finished
this sandwich is gross
Why do this? me --> shallow asshole --> Capital G
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U.S. Bureau of Morality
w/reference to GB
One Nation Under God
This is to inform you that your citizenship point total has dropped below 1,000.
Your current CPT is
The following privileges have been restricted or revoked,
Your CPT is calculated against a standard for your age, medical condition, genomic index and expected social integration. You can improve your CPT by (the following are major issues extracted from your lifestyle database),
If you feel you have received this notice in error, you may contest.
Confiscated upon searching apartment of Carraig, E. (deceased)
w/reference to GB
MaxAmerica Credit & Securities
Opening/Closing Date 01/01/0000 - 01/31/0000
Payment Due Date 02/19/0000
|Minimum Payment Due for Credit Access Line
||$||11,488.00||Past Due Amount
||Total Minimum Payment Due
MaxAmerica Credit Summary
||Credit Access Line
|Purchaces, Cash, Debits
Confiscated upon searching apartment of Carraig, E. (deceased)
w/reference to GB
I met Tayna. I picked her up about 11:00pm and I said I just wanted to
get to know her so and I took her to the grocery because I thought, well Gil
loved to go to the grocery at you know two in the morning. He loved that it
was such a weird time. I hadn't done it in a long time. Since Gil disappeared
if you want to know the truth. I didn't realize how much I thought of the
grocery store as Gil's. We used to go as this big bachelor group with Laural
playing Wnedy to the lost boys.
Gil would ride the shopping carts. Buy weird shit. I'd be saying we were
going to get kicked out.
They're still there, the night shoppers. The freaks and geeks the junkies
and the prostitutes. We ran into a couple of drag queens and since I was
wearing the heads up glasses and I could take a picture, I did. 'What are yuo
looking at?' the one asked me and I got embarassed and looked away and they
hooted. Gil would have flashed them a smile and something like 'Girls,
you look fabulous' and for all I know we'd have ended up doing shots and a beer
with them at some bar that was open at four in the morning for the third shift
guys at the plant, us with a couple of beefy drag queens.
I may have gotten a little choked. Because he wasn't here. A new set of
kids was there. And me. I was not one of them. I was some weid dude who
didn't belong anywhere.
I told Tayna to stand there and I'd take her picture with the specs. She
was about freezing to death in that skimpy top because of course the grocery
store is cold. She'd left her jacket in the car.
That's her, Travis.
She was a fucking secretary with a life and a boyfriend. I can just
imagine your line of bullshit, the pressure, the sad stories about your son.
Acting like you cared about her, like you care about America. All you care
about is getting even.
Look at the girl you're willing to send to Exterminal on the off chance it
might do some good to your precious revolution.
Take a good look.
I hope you can't sleep at night, you fucker.
GB's group "The Spiders" -- documentation prior to first death of a member
City Vote to Restrict Use of Traffic Cameras
Jan 6, 0000
In a 7 to 4 vote yesterday, City Council decided to reduce the number of traffic cameras downtown to less than 200, all of which will be concentrated at intersections. The measure is expected to reduce costs by as much as $15,000 per year.
Duncomb says that the city has spent in excess of $20,000 cleaning and replacing cameras. "There are over 1,000 cameras in the downtown and people are voting with spray cans," he says. "I think the cameras have a place in intersections where they can be legitimately used for traffic control."
City cameras were brought to the public eye by a stunt last July. Downtown commuters coming to work say about 120 traffic cameras covered in streamers or spray painted with a balloon attached. The cameras were all out of commission for several hours as city workers removed the streamers and cleaned the paint off the camera lenses.
"I never realized there were so many of them," said Jo Ickert. "You can't go anywhere without being on one."
Although City officials explained that the cameras were used to control crime as well as traffic. The public backlash was unexpected.
Travis Woodgate brought suit against the city, alleging that giving speeding tickets based on evidence from a camera is unconstitutional. Judge Casey Solera found that use of the camears violated a state law with conflicting burdens of proof of guilt. People received tickets simply because they were the registered owner of the motor vehicle.
The Judge said that by requiring the drive to prove someone else was driving the car at the time of the violation, the ordinance "stood the presumption of innocence and the burden-of-proof requirement on their heads."
The city appealed and the ruling was overturned. But City Councilman Lenny Duncomb proposed a motion to restrict downtown surveillance to intersections. "I'm all for safety," he says, "but people feel that there are too many cameras and that they are invastive."
Since that time, however, cameras have been less systematically defaced or destroyed. Several people have been caught by other cameras. The city police believe that none of those arrests are linked with the original crime.
GB’s group “The Spiders” – documentation prior to first death of a member
Diary of a Revolutionary
By Elliot B. Carraig
I sit in my room typing this, with the typewriter bell signalling the end of every line because it is unsafe to use a computer in this day and age. I am hoping that whoever reads this some day lives
in a time that is better than this one in a better time than this one.
I started typing this stupid thing last August and even then
it I knew it was shit. We thought were were big bad revolutionaries because we spray painted traffic cameras and published the governor's private phone number in the want ads of the paper in a fake phone sex ad. because we were striking a fucking blow for the downtrodden and face it Elliot you thought that revolutionaries got laid like in the movies. Now Ian is dead and you have to face the music that someone died for what are basically pranks.
Ian was a good friend. Him and his fucking obsession with bugs and his fucking zoology degree. A gay black guy with a zoology degree. Could anybody have been lonelier?
fuck this i'm drunk
GB’s group “The Spiders” – documentation prior to first death of a member
Tuesday is Slider Nite
Beer is half off and bar burgers are $1.00
At the corner of Dempster and Sterling Ave.
Sun - Thurs 11:00am - 11:00pm
Fri - Sat 11:00am - 1:00am
GB’s group “The Spiders” – documentation prior to first death of a member
- No phone or computer communication. It's always bugged.
- Don't drink before a mission.
- If we get separated, meet behind the doughnut place on Dempster.
- If cops stop you, ask if you are under arrest.
If no, walk away. If yes, call Travis
- Carry no ID
Confiscated from the office of Travis Woodgate, currently at large
Date Jan 10
WHILE YOU WERE OUT
Came to see you
Message L says Gil didn't go come home Sunday
GB’s group “The Spiders” – documentation prior to first death of a member
Traffic Stalled by Tragic End to High Speed Chase
Traffic was tied up on the beltway for hours during yesterday's rush hour as the result of the fatal end to a police high speed chase. Police say Ian Menasco, 24, fled the scene after a scan at a routine traffic stop showed that his nerochip had been illegally altered. Police are not sure how he altered the programming on his nerochip.
Police spokesman Josaiah Fernstaedt said that this highlights the need for better monitoring. "Nerochips protect American citizens by making it clear who is here legally and who is not. When people tamper with or remove their nerochip, they are making it harder for us to identify people from outside the country who mean us harm."
Menasco was on probation for distribution of subversive materials. He worked for Conniker Systems as an environmental analyst. Conniker Systems, who has contracts with the state to monitor water pollution levels, did not respond to request for comments.
Confiscated upon searching apartment of Carraig, E. (deceased) w/reference to GB
It had been, counting back, eighteen days since anyone had heard from Gil. We were all pretty sure he'd been sent to the Exterminal. Which meant it was probably only a matter of time before they tortued him and broke him and we were all disappeared.
Walking down the street, my shoulders hiked up around my ears, waiting for the van to pull up behind me and someone leap out and throw a bag over my head. I dreamed at night of waterboarding. In the shower, once, I soaked my washcloath and put it over my face and breathed in--
I would break, I knew, in a heartbeat.
So when the knock came on my door my first thought was, Here they are. But it wasn't the cops or the BoM. It was Laurel.
My first thought was that she'd heard from Gil, but from the look on her face, if she had, it was bad. I was living in a studio apartment, one of those ones that aren't quite a basement apartment because they have windows high up on the wall. All day while I was writing code I could see feet walking past my window on the sidewalk. I was a fucking connoisseur of shoes.
Laurel was wearing boots because of the snow. She had on an old down coat and her hair needed washing and she still made me feel so much that it was like I was sick with her. Like she was an illness I had caught. Which was stupid because she was Gil's and Gil was my best friend and yada yada yada water under the bridge, been there done that. I know she knew. Everyone else always pretended not to know I was hopeless about her. At least to my face.
The first words out of her mouth were, "Elliot, I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go."
I scooped up dirty clothes off the only arm chair and dumped them on the bed (actually a fold-out couch but I never closed it, because no one ever came to my place.) I was sure the place smelled funky. It always did when I first came in, but I was so used to it that I immediately stopped noticing.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
"Gil's?" I said, although it wasn't a question.
As you went through all the files on Exterminal, you will have noticed that the Classified Inmate Exhibit A was actually a copy of 'Capital G' and that the Exterminal people believe that there is a hidden message inside of it. Hmm, sounds interesting. So our first order of business is to compare Exhibit A and Capital G to what sort of differences there are. At first glance, they look very similiar. But if you really zoom in on the wave form, you can see that Exhibit A is actually an inverse of Capital G. If we were able to perfectly line then up, they should cancel out each other perfectly - that is unless there was a hidden message in Exhibit A somehow.
The tricky part to this is to make sure that the wavs are lined up absolutely correctly. If they are off by the tiniest amount, you'll get some sound. Here are the steps you need to take:
The end result, if everything is done correctly, is Trent's voice saying "Wreckage is Pain" around the 53 second mark. I guess that's meant for the Mailstrom, but we don't have a shard. Maybe we don't need one. What happens when we just put 'Pain' in without a shard? Alas, no new file, but we do get an error message "tHere is no daTa associateD with thaT wreckage/shard combiNation. please try agAin." Very strange capitalization, a kloo? Could 'HTDTNA' be the shard? Yep!
- Open up Exhibit A in Audacity.
- On the menubar, go to Tracks > Add New > Stereo Track. This will bring up an empty stereo track file below Exhibit A.
- Open up your Capital G wav ripped from your Year Zero cd.
- Do a Ctrl-A, Ctrl-C to copy the entire Capital G track.
- Go back over to your Exhibit A window and do a Ctrl-V to paste the Capital G track into that blank stereo track you opened previously.
- Now, if the ferret gods are smiling down upon you, when you hit the Play button, you will hear nothing but absolute silence. But chances are, you'll hear a sort of tinny version of Capital G coming through your speakers. Now things get a bit tricky.
- You need to zoom in on one section of the tracks to make sure they are absolutely lined up. It doesn't really matter where, just as long as it's before the 50 second mark. I chose to zoom in on the very beginning of the file. You're going to have to zoom in a long ways to finally see that the files are not lined up correctly.
- If necessary, temporarily invert one track or the other to better visualize where the two tracks line up. Just don't forget to reverse it after you're lined up.
- Trim the excess space. If you push play and you hear nothing, you've done it correctly. Otherwise reverify how the tracks lineup and retrim.
- Alternatively, you can just use these two tracks (aclip & gclip), load them into Audacity and play them together.
- pain / HTDTNA - An email conversation between a BOM employee and the owner of Another Version of the Truth. It seems that the AVOOT webmaster was scheduled to go to Exterminal, but if he spreads some information gathered by the now ex-BOM guy, the BOM guy will erase the crimes against AVOOT. That's pretty nice.
Year Zero Shards|
While we're on the subject, let's discuss the wreckage/shard combinations that were found in the Year Zero booklet and case.
The Red Letters
The first puzzle is the red letter puzzle. If you look very, very carefully at the lyrics, you can see that certain letters are written in red. It might help to have a good light source and a magnifying glass to see these letters, since sometimes the red coloring is very subtle. The puzzle requires us to find all of these stupid little red letters. If you don't want to strain your eyes, you can view a text version of the booklet that I have gone through and highlighted all the stupid letters.
After you find all the letters, you'll notice that most of the time they spell out two letters. A couple of times you'll get a number/letter combo and there are some numerals thrown in just to keep things interesting.
The pairs form a hex string, and if you run it through a hex decoder, you get a wreckage/shard combo: W:usurp S:397W4P
57 3a 75 73 75 72 70 20 53 3a 33 39 37 57 34 50
|Song Name ||Red Letters ||Pair|
|Beginning of the End ||five seven ||57|
|Survivalism ||three a ||3a|
|The Good Soldier ||seven five ||75|
|Vessel ||seven three ||73|
|Me, I'm Not ||seven five ||75|
|Capital G ||seven two ||72|
|My Violent Heart ||seven 0 ||70|
|The Warning ||two 0 ||20|
|God Given ||five three ||53|
|Meet Your Master ||three a ||3a|
|The Greater Good ||3 three ||33|
|The Great Destroyer ||three nine ||39|
|In This Twilight ||three seven ||37|
|Zero Sum ||five seven ||57|
|Nine Inch Nails: Year Zero ||three four ||34|
|Thanks ||five zero ||50|
Hidden in the static on most of the pages are white numbers. This forms a telephone pad code. For each number, trace the pattern out on a standard telephone pad.
All together it gives a new wreckage/shard: W:flood S:LHL7P3
|Song Name ||White Numbers ||Letter|
|The Good Soldier ||179 ||L|
|Vessel ||13971 ||O|
|The Warning ||13971
|God Given ||179
|Meet Your Master ||179
|The Greater Good ||71364 ||P|
|The Great Destroyer ||1365697 ||3|
Not really a puzzle per se, but it does require some close looking (again, get a magnifying glass). If you turn the packaging upside down and look along the barrel of the gun, you can see some very small white lettering: W:scorpion S:4rTL21
So the email from AVOTT to the BOM employee has a link: http://www.anotherversionofthetruth.com/0
This is the start of a puzzle trail made by Bianca (our friendly neighborhood BOM employee) and it contains some startling revelations about what kind of things she does for her job. Well, maybe not so startling if you are a conspiracy theorist.
Things matter more when you have to work for them. This matters to me. I want it to matter to you, too, so I’m going to make you work.
This is page zero. Now find page 1.
The answer will always have something to do with a word somewhere on the page you’re reading. In this case, I’ve
even highlighted that word for you. In the future, I might not.
Read everything carefully, I promise it will be important—life and death important.
1 - > opposite
what is the opposite of work?
It’s snowing in Cleveland. When I was a girl, that used to happen a lot in early February. Now, not so much. Well, you remember.
I open a window in the office. I’m at the peak of the rush right now: my skin so hypersensitive even a silk blouse feels like sandpaper. The taste of batteries fills my mouth and the smell of snow is overpowering.
Wake up at 4:30, get to the rink by 5:15, two hours of practice before breakfast. Skates laced so tight my feet go numb. Cold leather, cold ice, stiff fingers, Madame Olga’s fat sleepy eyes and cigarettes.
A cascade of memories, all dense with smells: exhaust fumes waiting at the bus stop, latex gloves stinking of bleach, the harsh chemical tang of the decon team at the Star Chamber. And before that, when we first walked in: the smell of 112 bodies two days dead.
That must have been what it smelled like after 2/22. Thousands of cars parked on the LA freeways, windows rolled up. The ultimate American coffins, I-5 like a new Arlington, glossy tombstones by Chevy and Honda and BMW.
Is that why I took the job when they offered it? Partly. I lost something that day.
I hate to lose.
A flake of snow comes in from the night sky: lands on my arm like a white wasp: stings.
Time to go.
For obvious security reasons, they don’t let us take our computers home from The Office. This one time, that’s going to work out well for me.
Step 1: take a new gelled hydrogen power cell and swap it out for the old one in my machine. The point here is—
--well, I’ll get to that in time.
2 -> it has six letters, all in alphabetical order
look through the text to find a word that matches the condition
Eleven years ago.
The recruiter was a non-entity: middle-aged, average height, no particular accent. The sort of guy you couldn’t pick out of a line-up if he’d backed over your dog with his SUV the week before.
“You stopped skating at age 16?”
“What? I thought this was a clerical job.”
“Junior Analyst I,” he said.
“Why do you care?” I frowned. “I never mentioned anything about skating on my application.”
“We looked it up.” He didn’t look away from his computer screen.
One of my high school counselors used to tell me I should include skating on my resumes and college applications. People assume high-performance athletes are very self-motivated people and hard workers, although in my experience “neurotic people with very intense parents” is closer to the mark.
“You quit after 2/22,” he said. “Why?”
I lied. It’s just something I do. I’m good at it, because I am usually careful to make my lies out of as much truth as possible.
“They changed the scoring system,” I said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“In the old scoring system, you started with a perfect score and then all you could do was fail. It was like life. But there was a scandal and they brought in the Code of Points system, where you score for doing jumps and turns and so forth. Like merit badges.”
“Girl Scout merit badges.”
“I see.” He looked back at his computer and I had the funny feeling he was reading an entry about the time I got thrown out of the Girl Scouts. And that he knew the Code of Points system had become mandatory three years before 2/22.
“And that’s why you quit?”
I looked at him. “Mostly. Plus, when you get boobs it throws off your rotations and you have to relearn everything. Most of the girls are on drugs to keep them from hitting puberty, but …”
“Really?” he said. As if for the first time I’d said something that clicked with him. “Interesting.” *
Four days ago.
I am in a toilet stall in the bathroom of a nice French restaurant. I slip the top off a disposable syringe, kick off one shoe, and stick the needle through my pantyhose, into the webbing between the big toe on my left foot and the toe next to it. The stuff in the syringe is redder than my blood.
By the time I throw away the needle in the special garbage for Feminine Products my salivary glands are starting to clench.
Needles, swabs, pills, pain, abuse, sweat, tears.
You always pay a price to perform. *
Eleven years ago…
I figured the recruiter knew I was lying and I was screwed because not only would I not get the job, but even if I caught all my buses perfectly I was going to be late for my shift in the Produce Section. I hated Produce, but it was still better than working the registers.
“Are we almost done, here?” I said. “I just want a chance to help my country.” (And get on the government health care plan because my Mom’s a drunk and lost her coverage and I wouldn’t be covered in another three months anyway. But why mention that?) “This is my fifth interview in the last three days, not counting the entrance exams and the
supplementary exam and two personality inventories, and to be honest I’m losing a ton of hours at SuperStockit.”
“Have you ever handled a gun?”
And for once the recruiter looked away from his computer screen, right at me. That forgettable face. I can’t even remember the color of his eyes.
I said, “What job is this again?”
“Junior Analyst I,” he said.
Turns out there are people in the world a lot better at lying than me.
Not that this is any surprise to you.
3 -> “what you really want to be remembered for”
google "what you really want to be remembered for" and look at the results
Three years ago.
After my third mandatory Foreign Field Rotation I got transferred home to Cleveland. Mom was having drinking problems and I needed to be nearby.
So I set up shop in the Cleveland Branch. Nothing about it looks covert, high-tech, or lethal. The sign on the door says we are the Federal Print Document Control. We even have some people who actually work on printed matter from the Farm Bureau about things like the use of Fipronil on Fire Ant mounds.
The women (it’s mostly women) who work in the printing portion of the office are in a kind of strange gray area. They have to have clearance, but they’re not operatives. I think some of them are washouts. Lots of people here have clearance who aren’t operatives. The administrative staff. Even Dwayne has to have clearance. I like Dwayne. Everyone I work with is very smart, very intense, hi-I’m-just-a-nice-guy-who-happens-to-know-seven-ways-to-kill-a-man-with-a-stick-of-chewing gum kind of intense.
And then there’s Dwayne in his dickies, fifty-something, replacing the toilet paper, offering to meet me for a beer and show me how a mature man is way more fun than those callow kids my age. He drives me nuts, but in such a normal way, I almost like it when he comes over and sits on the edge of my desk and says, “What’s shaking, beautiful?” He carries around this twenty-sided die and he fiddles with it all the time. Takes it out of his pocket and spins it. Apparently he was into D&D when he was a kid. Yikes.
When I first start at The Office, Dwayne is trying to patent an invention that tells you where your TV remote is when you can’t find it. He thinks he’ll be a billionaire. He knows he’s meant for bigger things than maintenance. “Listen, hotshots,” he says, “you guys are dedicated to a cause and all that, but me, I’m an entrepreneur.” He explains to me a lot about the entrepreneurial view of the world, how the entrepreneur sees life as a series of opportunities.
Wonder how that patent is coming.
4 -> made up of only the same four letters, repeated.
look through the text to find a word that matches the condition
Thirteen years ago.
My little sister, Tina, was down in LA with friends. I was stuck at home because I had a competition next weekend.
Mom said, You’re used to things revolving around your schedule, Bianca. Maybe it’s time you weren’t the center of attention.
I hated her so much.
Mom and Dad were watching the Academy Awards when the bomb went off. I was doing homework. I had to train at the rink every afternoon so I only went to regular school until lunchtime and did the rest of my classes by correspondence.
Mom called Tina on the cell phone they got her just for the trip and she said she was okay, she was in a car with her friend Laila and Laila’s parents and as soon as the traffic cleared they were going to drive up to San Francisco and get a plane home from there.
Tina called later, when everyone was choking and she was having trouble, too, and Mom kept saying, baby, I’m here, baby, it’s going to be all right.
The guy in the hazmat suit that they interviewed on TV said that all the time they were checking cars, they kept hearing cell phones ringing. Lines of cars pulled every which way on the freeway with spray paint on the windshields saying that they were checked and how many dead were in them. Phones ringing and ringing, saying, pick up, please
pick up, please. I called her, even after Mom and Dad stopped I snuck into my room and called and called.
5 -> the missing direction
the first direction mentioned is 'up'
11 years ago.
This is what happens when you are a Junior Analyst I.
This was the easy part.
There were a few guys in my group who were high school athletes—a basketball player and a couple of offensive linemen from pretty good football teams. Football is a tough sport, but it’s not on the same planet as figure skating.
All over the country little girls in pink dresses get up at 4 in the morning and spend many hours every day training to go as fast as they can and then throw themselves into the air and land on a surface like greased concrete. Figure skating is like NASCAR: the crashes are the only thing that matters. The difference is, the little girls don’t get seat belts or helmets. We also have to smile when it’s over.
Physical discipline is a habit. Enduring pain is a habit. The football players asked to be transferred out of my group.
I kicked ass at the physical training.
Turned out that I liked guns. I didn’t think I would, but I did.
If you have a girlfriend who doesn’t want to ruin the cut of her jacket or the outline of her purse, I highly recommend the old Glock36 slimline. All the stopping power, no unsightly pantylines.
Codes, drops, surveillance, security, informants and how to run them. Reduced to its essence, tradecraft is all about lying—with words, or computer programs, or body language, or bank statements.
Lying and catching other people’s lies.
This was the hard part for me. It took me years to learn how to wait. Years and years.
In a funny way, I’m only just now figuring it out. And I learned from you.
Step 2: puncture the oxygen line into the power cell and cover the hole with a piece of
6 -> N1*N2*N3*N4
multipy 4 numbers found in the text
Six years ago.
My first actual kill. It was a Munich job, this 2/22 North Korean that grew up in LA. I begged to be on the case. Because of Tina, obviously. The whole reason I applied to The Office in the first place.
This Korean guy, Jun “Chopper” Park, came out of the LA street art scene, but somewhere along the line developed a hard-on for Kim Il-Song, apparently. Takes all kinds. He’d gone on the lam after 2/22, spent time in Asia, finally came back into the US on a fake passport and was holed up in some crap motel in Oahu.
Like shooting fish in a barrel, Antolos said. Antolos was my partner on the project. He’d lost an uncle in 2/22, so it was personal for him too, but not like me. I think I scared him a little bit, with my intensity.
I spent the flight to Hawaii imagining how I would kill this guy. One of my favorites was, I would walk in on him cleaning his gun and hold my aim while he scrambled to put it back together, and just as he was about to slide the last piece into place – Bam! Bam! Bam!
When we found the hotel we got the room number. In the hallway I said, “mine” and Antolos just nodded. He understood. We have a mag card that works like a skeleton key on any hotel door in the US. Useful. I took it out.
I came into the room gun high. Park was jerking off. It was surreal and kind of pathetic. He looked at me for half a second. Not even shocked or scared, just embarrassed.
I flipped my gun to semi-automatic and blew his head off.
I felt like a cop on a TV show and I tried to think of one of those snappy “look who got the last word” one-liners. But everything I thought of sounded lame, so I bent over and threw up my breakfast instead.
Antolos stepped in behind me and stared for a minute. “Christ, Sherer. Talk about getting caught with your pants down.”
I’d never seen brains scattered around like that. I let myself heave one more time and then clamped down, forced myself to stand up and walk out of the room. I holstered my gun because I was shaking so hard I was afraid I’d fire it accidentally.
I got a commendation on my record.
7 -> Adding 1 letter to the end turns a 1 syllable word to 3
the letter you're adding is 'o'
18 months ago.
They call it the copper.
You have to inject it every few days, which can leave embarrassing traces. They told us to try shooting up between the webs of your toes. Most people don’t look there.
When I signed up to defend my country, I don’t remember this being in the brochure.
It’s supposed to be a vaccine against the IA’s ‘red horse’ bio-weapon. Apparently all the Higher Ups are on it—the Board of Directors at Cedocore and Halli-Bech, Vox Chairman, POTUS, the NEC Synod. I guess I should feel honored.
Trouble is, the vaccine is still in alpha. There are side effects.
Physically, the first hour after you shoot up your skin gets unbelievably sensitive. The glands at the back of your mouth keep squeezing out the taste of batteries, and when you spit, you spit orange. Orange tears, too. Orange snot when you have a cold.
The mental effects are a little harder to deal with.
You don’t want to go out … big open spaces feel … exposed. It feels better to be close to walls. You like the lights dim.
I came back to my apartment one night after a double shift, flicked on the kitchen light, saw the cockroaches running for the baseboards. That’s me, now, if I have a choice.
Sometimes I get a laugh imagining what a Board meeting at Halli-Bech must be like. A big table in some conference room with nobody exactly sitting at it: twenty chairs pushed back against the wall. Twenty old white guys in sunglasses. Nobody meeting anybody else’s eyes. Silverfish in pin-striped suits.
The copper makes you paranoid, too. Or maybe that’s the job. After a few months, it’s hard to tell the two apart.
8 -> … fear of …
what is the fear of open spaces?
3 days ago.
I leave for work at different times every morning, and I take a bunch of different routes to work and back home. Basic tradecraft, never leave at the same time or go home at the same time. Don’t take the same route every day. Every so often I see Dwayne’s piece-of-crap yellow 4 by 4. Sometimes I park in the lot, sometimes I park on a side street.
This time I parked two blocks away. I’m walking through the parking lot, I notice a new car: Honda sedan with Maryland plates. I look in the window. Totally ordinary car interior, except the driver’s seat has what looks like a satin pillow case over the cloth upholstery.
Dwayne’s getting into the elevator as I get out. “An old friend of yours is in town for a visit, Toots.” It’s probably the first time someone has been called “Toots” in the 21st century. Dwayne’s breath smells like beer and burgers with extra onions. He scowls over at my cubicle.
Antolos is there, grinning at me. Looking great. Smooth and clean and shiny as a bullet.
I freeze. Beside me, Dwayne spins his twenty-sided die on the palm of his hand, scoops it up, shrugs and scratches himself in a manly place. “Sure, he’s good looking. But it ain’t the tools,” he says. “It’s the plumber, baby.”
Antolos takes me out to lunch, says he doesn’t work for The Office anymore, wonders if I would be interested in a job. I shoot up in the bathroom between the entrée and dessert and when I get back to the table with my heightened sense of smell I can now catch the faint whiff of battery acid on his clothes. He is definitely on the copper, too, but the smell is very faint. He must not have shot up in two or three days.
Maybe he’s lying to me, trying to entrap me. Maybe he’s just a nice guy.
I tell him I’m happy with my current job. I’m lonely, but the drug is crawling under my skin, so I flinch like a burn victim where the cuffs of my silk shirt rub against my wrists. Paranoid, I wedge myself back as far into the booth as I can get and think about what I would do to him with my fork if he started to pull a gun.
“Copper?” he says, when nobody is listening.
“Couldn’t trust you if I wanted to,” I say. Apologetic.
He understands. “Too bad.”
The next morning I asked what I would have to do to retire. Turns out this job comes with more baggage than you’d think. Leaving aside the classified information I know, copper is only administered to people on the federal payroll. I figured I could just do without and take my chances if the Red Horse got out of the barn, but it turns out—and
this is the funny part—it turns out the copper rewires you pretty savagely. Enough that withdrawal is fatal.
So much for looking for work in the private sector.
9 -> It has 7 musical notes
a seven letter word made up of some combination of the letters A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Two days ago.
I was in bed when the report came in from the Star Chamber. First the DCS started sniffing keywords texting out of the location. Then there was a beat cop report. We had been at FP Con Charlie for Red Horse for months; within 30 seconds of listening to the phone scans I knew what was happening.
I used the drill channel to the local cops and ordered them there at full speed, no sirens, no radio, no warning of any kind. I told them to get there, use their tasers to drop anyone leaving the building, and as soon as they could get into position, I said, they had to lock the place down. Nobody in or out.
God have mercy on my soul.
I ran to my car and floored it, rocketing through the empty streets, wondering how we were going to track down everyone who got out of the building before the cops could arrive. I wasn’t sure which was worse: thinking about the people I had just condemned to death, the ones who were going to tear each other to pieces—or thinking about the guy dropping his subversive music down a storm drain as he hurried back to his dorm room, or the girl hiding her tattoo as she snuck back to her parents’ house, not knowing they might be vectors for biological terrorism on a scale we could barely imagine.
Two minutes before I arrived on scene, the night operator at The Office got a weather report from Virginia in best Langley style: 100% accurate forecast of something that had already happened.
The first cops were already on the scene. One of them had tasered someone coming through a door and was looking sick about it. Padlocks were on and they were starting to string yellow tape.
The sounds coming from inside were something out of your worst dream.
I stayed in the background, watching until everything was boarded up and locked down. When I couldn’t stand the screaming any more I left. Instead of going home I went back to The Office, sat down in my cubicle and watched the news crawlers for signs of an outbreak somewhere else. Hour after hour.
No outbreak came.
By noon the next day we were beginning to smile. By six that evening there was another commendation on my record.
It was a miracle.
10 -> made up of one of one, two of another and three of a third.
six letter word with three of one letter, two of another letter, and one of a third letter
When you’re on copper, it’s hard to believe in miracles.
Step 3: Affix a model rocket igniter and 10 second fuse to the masking tape. They have ‘em at any decent hobby store.
11 -> +zinc
what is copper plus zinc?
Dwayne was parking his 4 by 4 when I drove into the lot. I smiled and he waved back. Apparently he had forgiven me for making eyes at Antolos. I was a little flirtier than usual. He liked that. I made small talk, asked him where he drove in from. He said some place in Lakewood and I asked him if it wasn’t easier to come in I90 and he said
yeah but this morning he had stopped to make an appointment with his mechanic and come in another way.
“Listen,” I said. “When Gus Antolos was here—that guy, you remember—did he go anywhere else in the building?”
“I think he was down in the dungeon for a while,” Dwayne said.
“Clean rooms, or interrogation, or the pen?”
“Did you notice anything unusual when you were cleaning up?”
“Sorry.” Dwayne was beginning to look puzzled, his radar blank.
“No…flowers, or anything?”
Enlightenment dawned. Dwayne looked at me seriously. “Listen, baby, creeps like that, they’ll break your heart. You need an older man. Somebody settled down.”
I did my best to look disappointed. “Maybe you’re right.”
Some days Dwayne is gone by 4:45, but that night he stayed until 5:18 exactly. I watched the other cars pull out of the lot one by one, and then went down into the dungeon. Everything seemed to be in order, but then, it would.
I didn’t know what I was looking for until a found it almost two hours later. In the dumpster behind the building, a pair of latex gloves that smelled like bleach.
12 -> able was I ere…
'able was I ere I saw elba' is a famous palindrome
Yesterday Early Morning
I tried to book a 5 AM slot at my local rink yesterday but it was already taken by some hotshot Ukrainian pairs coach. Finally I begged for the 4:30 – 5:00 slot, told the guy I knew where the lights were and he could leave the key under a mat outside the back entrance.
Cold ice, cold boards, old skates I hadn’t put on in years. Lacing them up with a skate key, tight as tourniquets around my ankles.
Steel hissing on the ice.
The trouble with paranoia is, once you start, there’s nowhere to go but down.
Here’s the thing: no further outbreaks of Red Horse.
Meaning, everybody who contracted the disease stayed in the building. Everyone who got away, got out before they were breathed on or bled on or what have you. Thank god.
Sometimes miracles happen.
But recreate the situation. A jihadist (or his victim) is strung out on Red Horse. He plunges into a crowded nightclub. A fight breaks out. A few people are cut. Maybe a couple of people die. Maybe the bouncers step in. Maybe somebody calls the cops or the ambulance. There’s a crowd, because there is always a crowd. And there are runners, because there are always runners.
Nobody exposed to the virus tries to get out of there before the cops and EMT’s arrive? Of course they do. Of course they do.
Only the doors are locked.
The only way the equation makes sense is if the doors were locked before I ordered them locked.
If they were locked the minute the vector went downstairs.
I still take responsibility for ordering them all to die. That happened.
But somebody else was there before me.
The thing about competitive figure skating is, there are no secrets. Not in competition. You go out into the circle of blazing light in front of a panel of judges and ten thousand people in the stands and there is no place to hide. For four minutes, it is the most exposed place on the planet.
And for that reason, in a strange way, the cleanest.
It was good to feel the ice under me again. At first I stayed close to the boards, getting my legs back. I ramped it up, skating fast, crossover turns, my elbows brushing the fiberglass. A half-turn, skating backwards now, still faster than most hockey players can skate going forwards. Madame Olga used to make money teaching hockey players how to skate. Raced them at the beginning of every camp, dumpy in her furs and chain smoking. Every year another generation of guys drop-jawed to learn that on the best day of their lives they can’t skate with a fat middle-aged figure skater.
For some reason, it was very difficult to get away from the boards and skate into the middle of the ice.
If you accept that the nightclub doors were locked as soon as the vector went into the building, everything gets simple. Black, but simple.
A terrorist wants a plague to spread, doesn’t he? He doesn’t want it contained.
Or say he does. Say this is a warning shot across our bow. Wouldn’t our terrorist try … a government office? An army base? A school gymnasium? Doesn’t it seem odd that an IA operative would target a pack of college kids full of dissident ideals?
The worst thing about paranoia is that you don’t know when to stop. Because if we set up the business in the Star Chamber, what else might we set up?
Chopper Park was part of the gang that pulled off 2/22. I know that because it said so in his dossier. The dossier that gave the greenlight to go Munich on him. Written by the people who picked me to take the lead, take the shot.
Around and around the edge of the rink. Lights dim because I couldn’t stand them bright. The horrible naked feeling in my shoulder blades, like someone had a scope on me.
The click and hiss and scrape of steel on ice. The sound of my breathing, getting louder. Head down. Heart pounding.
Around and around. Around and around.
What were Gus’s orders? What would he have done if I had decided to take Park back to the mainland for interrogation?
Only the hiss of skate blades in the darkness. And I never could force myself to fly out into the middle of the ice, and jump.
Just circled the baseboards in the dark, leaving little orange teardrops on the ice.
Around and around.
Who killed my sister? Really?
13 -> all the vowels
find the word with A, E, I, O, and U in it
Today, lunch time
Me just back from hazmat duty, stomach wrung out from retching. People in The Office are arguing about the best place to get cole slaw.
Gwen says, Hey Dwayne, I’m getting lunch, you want something from the deli? He glances at the menu and rolls his die and says, yeah, get me a turkey sandwich.
Step 4: Wire the igniter to a key…
14 -> cabbage king’s mood
a fun one. what is made out of cabbage? add king to get close to the name of a nursery rhyme and say the first line.
Early this evening
Dwayne left at 4:47 exactly.
Took a swing by the dungeon. No sign of Gus. Out in the parking lot, no sign of the Honda with the satin pillowcase on the driver’s seat.
Used some tradecraft. Found something I wasn’t supposed to see.
Can’t say my hopes were dashed. Can’t say I was surprised at all.
Someone has to watch the watchers. Someone really good. Someone the watchers will never suspect.
Someone that doesn’t need the drug to make him paranoid. Who has another trick for never driving the same way twice, never leaving work at the same time, never ordering the same item off the deli menu.
For the record, I never joined the service because I loved the game. Some do. They are the athletes of betrayal. They don’t need patriotism or money or fame to do what they do. They lie and cheat and betray for the love of the game itself.
It’s at least clean.
I was never like that. I wanted to protect my country. I wanted to keep Mom and Dad from getting divorced. I wanted to make it up to Tina that I hated her for going to LA and then she died. You can’t afford to hate the people you love, even for a moment, because they can be taken from you.
What I’m saying is, I’m not like you. I’m just an amateur.
But I still like to win.
You should know that you are not the only person reading this. The first, but not the last.
15 -> past present
past tense of the first word + present tense of the second. google for the aproximate symbol
Authorization to Schedule Operative
For File Only
Expiration Dated: Feb 9, 0000
Authorization matches biometric data.
Internal Security is authorized to expedite expiration.
|Name of Operative:
|Reason for Expiration:
||Operative is unstable. In the last 48 hours, she has accessed information beyond her security
clearance level. Given her tendency to operate alone, she is unlikely to maintain stability in
controlled non-operative position: recommend liquidation. Ready to proceed on approval.|
||Dwayne Vacheresse, Internal Security, Cleveland Field|
||Chad Ulberg, Office Director, Cleveland Field|
||Shayne Brudner, Assistant Director, BoM Wash. Office|
10 minutes ago.
… Say you wired the ~ key.
When it’s hit, it will burn to the igniter which will eat through the tape and ignite the gelled hydrogen inside.
If someone is reading a very very small font, their face is likely to be closer to the monitor when it blows up.
You lived to betray. Tonight you die for it.
16 -> works backwards
find the word that forms another word when read backwards
As far as the rest of you bastards go, I have sent a copy of this report to Another Version of the Truth. Whatever happens to me, the word will get out. Meanwhile, I have all the copper from the dispensary downstairs, enough to last three months if I’m careful. I have a Glock 36 and everything you taught me.
Catch me if you can.
Wow. This is why you shouldn't try to kill your employees. Eventually one of them is going to burn you. The Star Chamber incident is coming frightenly into focus. Bianca is the Agent that ordered the lockdown and who Slanksi saw. She is the one that officially told the police to lock down the Star Chamber so that no one could escape. But, she quickly figures out that she wasn't the first one to give that order. By the time she analyized the first phone call, logic (and real life) dictates that someone would have left the club, either to get away from the madman or to get away from the authorities that you know will show up at any second. But since the outbreak doesn't spread, it means that no one infected got out of the building. No one infected could get out of the building. And since it only takes a few seconds for patrons of an underground club to bolt, you would have to make sure they were secured before released a contaminated homicidal maniac.
Of course, this brings up that question again - why would terrorists target an underground rave? The answer is they wouldn't. It was a US Government target from the very beginning. And that of course has its own implications. If the government can kill its own citizens using such horrific means, what else are they capable of? Are they capable of even worse atrocities to further their own agendas?
Unfortunately for Bianca, even thinking such things is against the rules and trying to discover information that would confirm such ideas is fatal. One too many questions, one too many snooping expeditions and Bianca finds there is a termination order with her name on it - signed by the friendly office janitor, Dwayne. Dwayne who really works for Internal Affairs and who uses a 20 sided die to keep his actions random so that people can't use his habits against him. I'm also sure that Dwyane is the type of guy who loves puzzle trails. The kind of guy who would sit down at the desk of a MIA coworker, find the start of something and follow the path until the end. Even if it killed him.
So now Bianca is on the run with a three month supply of Copper to keep her alive. I wonder if they were telling the truth about withdrawl being fatal or if it was a scare tactic to keep operatives in line. I wonder if Bianca will last long enough to find out since you know they are going to be gunning for her. Not only has she blown up their IA officer, but she's also released her knowledge of the Star Chamber incident to the world. Someone is bound to be upset by that.
The one thing I'm not entirely clear on are her questions about Gus and the discovery of the bleach smelling gloves. Gus states that he no longer works for The Office, but wanted her to do a job a day before the Star Chamber. Is he a freelancer now or is he working for a different branch? Was the job he wanted her to do the release of Red Horse into the Star Chamber? If he is a freelancer, what is he doing about the Copper withdrawl? Could coming off the Copper make you transmit Red Horse? Could Dwayne have taken Gus to the Star Chamber and let him loose just as he became contagious? Were the bleached latex gloves used to protect against accidental skin-contact with a Red Horse agent? Or could Gus have been killed in the dungeon, the area cleaned up with bleach and his mutated Copper/Red Horse contaiminated blood used to infect some poor sap who was then thrust into the Star Chamber?
I'm in such a mood tonight. First some software that I bought earlier this month (that relies on an online database) has suddenly gone dark due to a legal dispute. Then when I decided to relax online, I see a newcomer come into chat talking about how they were turned off from Year Zero because someone on Something Awful posted a 'walkthrough' of the game and that the walkthrough ruined the game for them. ?!?!?! What the blue bloody fuck? Ruined the game for you?
First of all, no one is forcing you to read a walkthrough post. It's not like the information is compressed into 2 sentences where if you read it, you find out that Rosebud is a sled, Darth Vader is Luke's father and that Dumbledore and Wash both die all at once. If you are the type of person who would rather spend weeks reading through every single post on all 17 pages of Echoing the Sound fourm, no one is stopping you. I'm not even that crazy and I'm writing this guide and thus I'm supposed to know what's going on - but seeing as there are almost 8500 posts in just the initial thread on EtS, I'd be crazy to think I could get through them all. A girl can only take so much trout before she goes insane.
Second, it's hardly a 'walkthrough' post. More like an outline. Yes, it lists all the websites that have been found, but then again, if they weren't all fucking listed, the person who detests ARG walkthroughs wouldn't have found half of them to begin with anyway. Just the Mailstrom pieces alone require outside assistance to get.
I'm beginning to think that these people don't understand that the core idea of ARGs is not the game or proving how smart you are. It's the community. You can't do these things without relying on the community. You just can't. You could be Einstein, daVinci and Hawking all rolled into one and you still couldn't get to half of the stuff in this ARG simply because of the way the clues are spread out. What happens to No Walkthough Person when they fall behind a day or two on the ARG they do decide to play? Will they be offended that people continued posting about game dates without them and that the game wasn't put on pause?
This whole 'I'm not playing a game unless it's right at the beginning' is becoming an epidemic. I'd write a post about it on UF, but considering how well my last post on this sort of subject has been read (that is, not at all) I don't think I'll bother. Of course, just with the nature of how these people operate, it's not like I'll see that much of anyone one person commenting about how they wish they could start a game from the beginning. If they were actually around they'd see games starting all the time. It just sucks that with Year Zero and BAST getting so much press (both in and out of the community) that there is a huge influx of people who keep spouting the same lines. With any luck, it will quiet down in the next few months.
And now luckily my torrent of 'Daleks in Manhatten' is done so I can watch that and cheer myself up. I so adore Dr. Who. *sigh* Not the best episode I've seen. In fact, I put it right above 'Fear Her'. Just as it was getting good, it ended. Maybe next weeks will be better, although I am going to miss Dalek Sek. I'm also going to have to rewatch 'Doomsday' because right now I can only remember Sek escaping. On the bright side, I did get my money refunded for the program I bought this month. Huzzah on that.
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