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Underground eXperts United
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[ Three Rendez-vous With The Men Of Power ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THREE RENDEZ-VOUS WITH THE MEN OF POWER"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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"this is not a speculative philosophy
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this is not a twisted thought
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this is the empirical reality
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be my guest, have a look around
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and see for yourself"
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(I.S Jr.)
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First Rendez-Vous; FREE INFORMATION.
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He confronted each of the members of the state by staring into
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their eyes one by one. They did not look away, but he could
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tell that they were quite annoyed by his presence in the sterile
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and cold room. Their black suits looked like monoliths made of
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stone against the white walls.
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I want free information, he said. I want it all. I want to
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know what you do with my life. I want to know what you know.
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The men in the black suits looked at each other with neutral
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faces, some of them tapped their fingers against the circular
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table. He stood by the door staring at them and they stared
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back. His eyes were filled with hate, they just seemed to be
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bored.
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It lies in the word Information that it should be free, he
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said.
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Naturally, they answered. But all information cannot be free.
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We cannot reveal our secrets for you. You are a simple citizen.
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We are the power.
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He raised a finger.
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No, the people are the power.
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We are the power, they repeated.
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He sighed. He knew that it would be like this. Talking to
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the state implicated something like speaking to a wall.
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Revolution.
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What did you say? they asked him.
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This time he smelled fear in the air.
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I said Revolution. The people have the power, we can always
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crush you in a bloody revolution. I guess you are aware of that
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my humble friends.
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Something happened. The state tried to remain calm.
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What do you want from us? they asked.
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He felt glad. He had succeed - the magic word Revolution had
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helped him. It was time to demand things for real.
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I want.
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Pause. Silence.
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I want - free information.
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You want free information? I want to know it all?
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He was in control now. They had to listen to him and do as he
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told them to. But he had to be careful, one mistake could be
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fatal.
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Yes. I want to know everything. I want all your papers, all
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your files and all your secrets.
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Right.
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This was too easy.
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You can have it all tomorrow.
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Fine!
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He marched out of the room like a winner. He was a winner.
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The state would give him the free information. He just had to
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wait.
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The next day, seven bombers swept past his house. He cursed
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himself for being so stupid. They were going to kill him. But
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then he saw the free information. It rained over him. Seven
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air planes, enormous and made of cold steel, opened their bomb
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doors and released several tonnes of papers, files and secrets.
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The massive information flow fell over him and crushed his house
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and himself. Top secret papers blew away in the breeze and
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danced over his lawn. His dead face smiled when the bombers
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disappeared beyond the horizon.
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He had won the victory over the State.
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Second Rendez-Vous; WHAT IS THE PRICE OF LIFE?
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What is the price of life? he asked the State.
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No answer. The people in the black suits just yawned as a
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response to the question.
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Let me tell you something I seriously doubt that you know.
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One man interrupted him.
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We know the price of life, the man said. The price is life is
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judged against how many lives that can be saved. If we kill one
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man to save ten, we have not done anything wrong.
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Wrong!
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The man smiled.
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What is wrong with that? Pure utilitarianism, nothing wrong
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with that.
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He felt the anger boil inside him. His head would explode any
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second if he did not calm down.
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You cannot put a tag on a human life! he yelled.
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Yes, we can. We do it all the time.
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He took a deep breath. The chill air filled his lungs and
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left him in a peaceful state. He was ready to continue the
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discussion in a suitable manner.
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I know you do it all the time.
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Good.
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But many people do not know this.
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Of course.
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Do you know what would happen if everybody in this country
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knew that you just kill for money and for the sake of saving
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your own position as the power?
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No answer. The men looked down, fearing the unknown.
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You would lose your power.
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No answer.
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You would disappear.
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No answer.
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Do you know what I am going to do now?
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No answer. But their scared faces revealed that they knew
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what he was going to do next.
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I am going to go out and tell the world about our little
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conversation. People will listen to me. They will be aware of
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your 'pure utilitarianism'. This has been a nice talk. Bye.
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He stepped out of the room and out on the street.
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Life is not something you can buy or sell, he thought. Life
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is not cheap. It is a gift which is not given to you by the
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state. Life is expensive.
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But life was cheap. It only took one single bullet from a
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sniper's rifle to end his life. The State raised the money.
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Pure utilitarianism - one man for the men in power.
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The Last Rendez-Vous; THE MAN IN POWER.
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There was one empty chair. Without a word, she walked to it
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and sat down. His move was rather arrogant. No one sat by the
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circular table expect for the men in power. The room, the
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chairs and the table was reserved for the State and no one else.
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I feel good sitting here, she said and smiled.
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The men in the black suits mumbled something to each other.
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I feel good, because I know this is my place. We have a
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democracy in this country, she said. The people are the power.
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I am one of the people. I have the power, hence I can sit here.
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We have the power, a man said and stared at him with angry
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eyes. You do not have the power. You should not be here.
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We have a rendez-vous, remember? I am here to talk to you
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people.
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But you should not sit down on a chair that belongs to
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someone else.
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Watch me.
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She placed her feet on the circular table.
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I can do whatever I feel for. I am a free human. You are just
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people, people, people. Just like me! You are no Gods!
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The men burst out laughing.
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I have seen you kill two men today. You can kill me if you
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want to. I do not care. You can put me in jail, torture me -
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but I will never lose my freedom.
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The men just laughed and slapped their knees.
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What are you laughing about? I am right, and you know it!
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We are not Gods, a giggling man answered.
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You see!
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But you are sitting on his chair.
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