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Underground eXperts United
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[ Population X ] [ By The GNN ]
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"POPULATION X"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Right. So I thought that this day could not possible get any worse. But
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naturally it would soon turn out that I was wrong again. I had to run to
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my car this morning because of a hellish rain that poured down over the
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city as if it tried to wipe it out. When I finally managed to start the
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damn thing I naturally drove over my daughters bicycle that was by some
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weird reason parked behind the car. The highway was nothing more than a
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great snake of cars that kept on honking at each other. When I finally got
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to work, had said hello to my secretary in the lobby, unlocked the door to
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my office (it is always locked for security reasons, even if the secretary
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is sitting next to it) and stepped in I saw that someone had written
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WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
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...with thick red letters all over the wall on my left.
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I immediately called for my secretary.
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"Mrs Johnson, please come into my office! Now!"
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I saw her rise from her brown desk, take three steps over the blue carpet
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and into my office. She turned to me ans said: "What can I..."
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Then she saw the text on the wall.
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"Oh!"
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I placed my hat and briefcase on the visitors sofa, before I went to my
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mini-bar and gave myself a huge glass of fine whiskey. I swallowed half of
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the strong substance at once.
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"I have had a bad morning, mrs Johnson." I mumbled. "And I don't fancy
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any practical jokes right now. What the hell is this?"
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She stroke her blonde hair and looked quite confused.
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"I actually don't know sir." she said.
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"Oh, please mrs Johnson..."
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"I don't know!"
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She talked to me in a way the revealed that she really did not know. I
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calmed down. Then I noticed that today's mail was placed on my desk.
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I pointed at the mountain of envelopes.
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"When did you leave the mail here today?", I asked her even if I almost
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knew the answer.
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"Fifteen minutes ago."
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"And you didn't see this... terrorist attack?"
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"No! I swear!"
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I walked with the glass in my hand to the window. From the tenth floor,
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I had quite a nice view over the wet city. The rain drummed against the
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window, bang bang bang. I sighed.
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"Thanks, mrs Johnson. That will be all." I said and she left the room,
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closing the door behind her.
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Right now, I hated the rain, I hated the city and I definitely hated to
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be a mayor in it. In my job I had to complain and hear complaints. No one
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ever told me if something was alright. No, I was supposed to fix things in
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this small world of concrete without expecting one single thanks. Now some
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madmen demanded their rights. What rights? The right to break into my
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office and destroy my wall paper?
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I turned around and found my soft chair. I sank down on it and took
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another sip of my whiskey. I watched the letters on the wall and saw that
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someone had written:
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WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
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WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
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... when I had looked away.
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"Damn!" I screamed and dropped my glass. I jumped from the chair up on
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my desk and looked around.
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"Okay, you little son of a bitch! I should have guessed that you are
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here since my secretary noticed that nothing had been written when she left
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me my mail! Where are you? Vandal!"
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Nothing happened. I tried to figure out where the joker had hidden
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himself in my room but it was hard. There was almost no place to hide.
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The only place I could think of was the little closet below the mini-bar,
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where I stashed my issues of Playboy. I climbed down from the desk, got my
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little .38 revolver out of my briefcase and headed for the bar.
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With the gun in my hand, I opened the closet. No one there.
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"Asshole!" I yelled. "Who are you?"
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When I turned around I saw;
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WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
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WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
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YOU CAN CALL US POPULATION X.
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I violently opened the door to the lobby. My secretary just stared at me
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with her mouth open when she saw me standing there. I do not blame her, I
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might have looked rather terrifying with a gun in my hand below my white
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face.
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"Mrs Johnson! In my office! Now! Now! Now!"
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I marched into my office again and she followed me.
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"Look!" I screamed.
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She looked at the message on the wall. Then she smiled, patted me on my
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shoulder and went back to her desk.
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"Should I call your doctor?" she asked me with a caring voice.
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"I have not written this!" I growled and slammed the door shut. Then I
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opened it again and said "... and do not call my lousy doctor! I am not
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ill, hence I do not need his amateur opinion!"
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I heard a faint "Okay boss" before I closed the door. I went to the wall
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with the letters and examined them from a close distance. I noticed that
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the letters were not dry and did not smell like paint usually do. I put my
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finger on a 'C' and got a drop on my finger. I placed the drop on my
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tongue and tasted it. It was blood.
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This was too much even for me.
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"Who are you who dares to break into my office, write crap on my wall
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(with blood - are you a killer or do you simply work at a slaughter house?)
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and demand you so-called rights? Bastard!" I screamed.
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From the corner of my eye I saw something move. I turned around fast,
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just in time to see my telephone fly over the room against me. I ducked
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and the phone crashed into the wall above me.
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When I looked up, I could see
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WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
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WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
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YOU CAN CALL US POPULATION X.
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DO NOT CALL ME A BASTARD!
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"Sorry." I mumbled despise the fact that I was in a rage. I did not want
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this who-ever-he-was to break any more of my precious things. I walked to
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the mini-bar and got myself another drink. The liquid burned my throat but
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it felt good anyway.
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WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
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WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
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YOU CAN CALL US POPULATION X.
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DO NOT CALL ME A BASTARD!
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WE ARE TIRED OF BEING TREATED AS NON-EXISTING INDIVIDUALS.
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YOU WILL HEAR MORE FROM US!
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I sighed. Then I sighed again before I picked up my phone and
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re-connected it to the socket. I sat down on my chair and sighed again.
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Before the letters suddenly disappeared from the wall as if they had never
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existed I saw the last line of the message.
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YOURS, EARL WALZNER (1897-1974)
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I rotated my chair and looked out through the window again. The wet city
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had suddenly gotten itself another freedom-thirsty crowd of people, I
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concluded and I hated my work even more.
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I knew that not only this day, but the following years would become very
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though for me as a mayor. I thought about suicide for a second, but
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quickly dropped the idea since the last people I would like to join right
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now was population X.
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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It is back! The myth returns!
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We cannot be stopped! CALL GURUS DREAM +46-8-282760
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Diamonds on my windshield.
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uXu #212 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #212
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Call ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT -> +31-77-547477
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