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Underground eXperts United
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[ Respublica ] [ By The GNN ]
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____________________________________________________________________
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"RESPUBLICA"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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The television set screamed out the latest football results. The beer in
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his hand was cool and strong. The sofa had, after ten years of use, finally
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adjusted itself to his heavy body and swallowed him like a soft cloud when
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he sat down. The cat slept next to him. His wife had left him several years
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ago. The children were gone and never called. He was alone in the apartment.
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The next football game was about to begin. Nothing could possibly ruin this
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evening, he thought and reached for the remote control on the dirty table
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in front of him.
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Then the telephone rang.
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"Yes?"
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"Is this Henry Abraham Coppel?" asked a strange happy male voice.
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"Yes..." Henry replied and leaned backwards, so he could see the TV from
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the hallway. He wondered why the guy on the other side of the line had used
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his middle name, but that question did not bug him for more than two
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seconds. The game was about to begin. He had no time for conversation.
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"Mr. Coppel! How nice to speak to you! My name is..."
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"Whatever you wanna sell, just mail it to me and I'll send it back after
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two days, okay? Bye."
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"Hold on!"
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Something in the voice persuaded him to not hang up.
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"Don't tell me you're my ex-wife's new lawyer?"
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"No, no," laughter, "I am from the government..."
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I am dead, Henry thought. They think I work for the CIA because I just
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watch television all day.
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"... and You, Mr. Coppel, are the most important man in this country at
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this very moment!"
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"Mmm?" Henry muttered and tried to move the TV to the hallway with his
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mind. Something had happened, someone had probably scored, and Henry just
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had to see who. "Could you please wait?" Henry said and rushed to the TV.
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Deluxe had scored. Henry screamed in joy and gulped down the beer. He
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hugged the cat and danced back to the phone.
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"Back. Now, what did you say? Something about me being the most important
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dude in the world?"
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"In this country, Mr. Coppel! In this country, Amerida! Amerida needs you
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to listen carefully! Amerida needs you sober and fresh! Amerida needs you to
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chose between the Blue Party and the Red Party!"
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Henry sighed.
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"I never vote. I'm opposed to... walking. I don't fancy standing in a cue
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just to feed some low-life politicians."
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"We know."
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The voice sounded understanding.
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"... and besides, wasn't the last day for voting yesterday?"
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"True."
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"How nice. Now listen to me, dear whoever-you-are. Today is the Day."
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"The... Day?"
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"Yes way!"
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"Way?"
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"The Day that Deluxe play against Frontlines! And I rather shit in my
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pants and walk to the north pole to ask Santa Claus for a piece of folded
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toilet paper than miss that game! So now I'll..."
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"Listen to me Mr. Coppel. I could have you killed in less than thirty
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minutes. Do as I say. Chose between the Red Party and the Blue Party. Now."
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Henry said nothing. His mouth remained wide open and his finger still
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pointed at nothing in the air.
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"With all due respect Sir," Henry said, "may I ask the simple but perhaps
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important question why?"
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"Of course! We are here to serve you, and you serve us by telling us who
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you want to be your servants! People voted yesterday, that's true! We had
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the greatest percent of people voting for years! Ninety-nine comma nine nine
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nine nine nine..."
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The man said 'nine' for several seconds.
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"... nine nine percent! Everyone voted in Amerida! Everyone rushed to
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the booths to fulfill the democratic way! Everyone! Except one person;
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you! You! We need your vote to make this country a symbol of the democratic
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free west! Everyone must vote!"
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"I see..." Henry said and wondered if his favorite color was blue or red.
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"Yes! There's another thing involved too..."
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"I'm listening."
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"You see, the Blue Party and the Red Party got fifty percent each. This
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means that your single vote will determine who the winner is. Or let me
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dress this situation in other words: the future of our children and our
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position as an economic power lies in your sweet hands, Mr. Coppel!"
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Henry dropped his beer. The crash woke up the cat. It yawned and stepped
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down from the sofa. It decided to visit its' personal bathroom.
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"Me?" said Henry with a weak voice, his face turned plain white.
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"Yes! You got five minutes to decide! We'll call you back! Bye!"
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Click. Henry held the phone in his hand and stared at the wall in front
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of him without a word. Then he shook his head and threw the phone back on
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hook.
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"Where the hell is that damn propaganda?" he muttered and began to rush
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through the apartment. He looked everywhere; in the trash can, under the
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sofa, on all shelves, in the fridge and so on. He had to find the damn
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propaganda. He had to form an opinion.
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Then he saw the propaganda. His cat were in the process of soiling it
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with excrements. Henry had placed the propaganda in the cat's litter box.
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Henry rushed to the cat, tried to kick it away but failed. He fell flat on
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his back. From his position on the floor, he saw the television right above
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his head.
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"This man is the judge! This man is God! This man is Henry Coppel, the
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one that will decide our future! Yes!"
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A hysterical voice declared the facts while an old ugly photo of Henry
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dominated the screen.
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"Oh no," Henry muttered, "what will mom say about this?"
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He did not have to wait for the answer. The telephone rang again.
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"... you, who cannot even take care of your old mother! You, who didn't
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learn how to separate right from left before the age of twenty-one! You!
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You are about to vote for my future! I've never heard such a load of..."
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Henry put down the phone and went back to the litter box. He took up two
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wet papers and began to read.
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WE ARE THE RED PARTY WE ARE THE BLUE PARTY AND
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AND WE LOVE YOU SINCE WE LOVE YOU SINCE YOU WILL
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YOU WILL VOTE FOR US! NOT VOTE FOR THE RED PARTY!
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The rest was just pictures of lions, deers, elephants, mice, cats, dogs
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and a bunch of other animals playing happily with each other. Henry cursed
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the lack of information and threw the papers away.
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He sat down in the couch and stared at the photo of himself that still
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occupied the television-screen.
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"His name is Henry Abraham Coppel, a normal citizen you would say. But
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Henry is far from normal. He is the man who carefully carries the whole
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Amerida on his back. He is the one that will decide if Amerida will turn
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into the Eden of Lust, Paradise on Earth, or if we will have to flush down
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our country down the misery drain! Yes, this is Henry. Let us all hope that
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Henry knows what's best for us! Let us pray!"
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Henry screamed. He screamed and screamed. He did never want to quit
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screaming. Then the telephone rang again.
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"Have you decided?"
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"Well... uh..."
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Henry heard his voice through the TV.
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"Yes!" Henry yelled. "The... the... uh...the....uh... Blue Party!"
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Some unknown crowd cheered and clapped their hands on the TV. Balloons
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wearing the Blue Party logo flew on the screen. People hugged and kissed
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each other before they started to cry in joy. Henry stared at the circus
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before he hung up. Then he sat down and waited for the football game to
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return.
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However, Henry never got the chance to see the football game. A few
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minutes after he had made his decision to vote for the Blue Party, two
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members of the fringe terrorist group No-Democracy-Please (NDP) broke into
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his home and assassinated him.
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In the end, perhaps that was the best thing that could have happened to
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Henry. The Blue Party later turned out to be a gang of extremists, who
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enjoyed to execute random parts of the population for fun and profit. The
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Blue Party was - of course - regarded as a menace to Amerida, and the rest
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of the world. But people just grumbled and muttered something when they
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talked about them. The real debates, those who contained screaming people
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and fist-fights were not at all about the Blue Party nor its members.
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When people wanted to get really upset, they just cursed that idiotic
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individual who had voted for the worthless Blue Party live on TV; Henry
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Abraham Coppel. People could never really agree on how he should have been
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punished if he had been alive.
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Ostensibly a discussion about the nature of justice.
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But in real life just a BBS: THE STASH +46-13-READINDEXFORACHANGE
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Freedom in a cage.
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uXu #267 Underground eXperts United 1995 uXu #267
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