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Underground eXperts United
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[ Sweet Celebration ] [ By Hedge ]
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**SWEET CELEBRATION**
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By Hedge.
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/* Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum! */
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It was a normal slow day at work. He had just finished some reports
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concerning citizens disturbing the order. Naturally they hadn't had a
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chance in court. Not when he, Leipzig, and his department of
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CitizenMonitor had placed their devices inside their houses. He liked
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these machines. They stopped the guilty from walking from an obvious
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crime, just because lack of evidence. If they weren't guilty, how come the
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Police had got their eyes on them in the first place? He knew the answer
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to that question just as well as the citizens did, when a person had
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attracted attention from the Police he might as well buy his own ticket to
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the Facility Of Corrections up north.
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This day had been better than ordinary days though. The usual afternoon
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quarrel with the Boss didn't take place for some strange reason. He liked
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his Boss, but they didn't agree on several matters concerning the
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Monitoring of citizens. He felt that his Boss was somewhat weak when it
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came to these issues. Normally when they came together in the afternoon to
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discuss the procedures used during the day's Monitoring, the arguments
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began. Often loud arguments, when his Boss claimed that he used too much of
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his paranoia at work. Oh, well, he thought, not everyone can be as hard
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working as me...
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The Monitoring, by the way, was an activity that the Police put in when
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some suspicion came in against a citizen. The department of CitizenMonitor
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drove off to the suspect's house, and after checking that there was nobody
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home, they planted his house full of monitoring devices. These devices
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could detect if there were illegal substances in the air of the apartment
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for example, and of course detect any sound made therein. If any illegal
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activity was detected, the suspect was brought to trial, and convicted. He
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then had to serve a minimum of five years at the Facility Of Corrections,
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and when he came back from that he sure as hell wasn't capable of planning
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anything illegal.
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The silence in the office began to bother him. He had detected during
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these last few days an atmosphere of secrets around himself. Colleagues
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talking at a table with low voices suddenly stopped when he came
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in...Perhaps the Boss has grown tired of me, he thought. Perhaps he'd
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rather see me up north instead of having me here bothering him? What else
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could it be? A chilling fear began to rise inside of him. If they
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already have begun to keep secrets from him, they would soon enough decide
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that he was a prime target for Monitoring... He quickly found his way down
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to the technical facility, where he took out a Sweep System, made to make
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places safe from monitoring. We shall soon see, he thought. On the way
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towards home, he started to laugh hysterically at his own paranoia. This
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must be the most common health risk at this department he said out loud to
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the booming car stereo.
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When arriving at home he immediately started to sweep the apartment, but
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nothing showed on the SweepSystem's display. "Strange", he thought. While
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heading towards the center of the apartment, he turned up the sensitivity
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on the machine and began another sweep. Suddenly a loud beep sounded from
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the machine, accompanied by the terrifying text:
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"*Presence Locator Detected*
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*At position: Present*
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*Index: -1.5in. Deep*
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**EndSweep**".
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(A presence locator checked if a suspect was home, and the Department
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usually placed it at someone's apartment a few days before an arrest was to
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be made.)
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He stood there for almost two minutes, as if he had seen a ghost, when he
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suddenly started to cry. He screamed out loud and smashed the Sweeper
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against the wall. After regaining control over himself, he started to
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think. "How long has it been there, how many days, or hours, do I have
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left?", he thought. After taking everything into account, he said: "Well,
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there can be more than one contender in this game!", and ran out to his
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car. He left his home with screeching tires, heading for the nearby weapon
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store. At the store he used up his last money on the latest in personal
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defense, and then he went back to the Department and required a Monitor,
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which was used to read the signals from different spy devices, like the one
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in his house. After returning home, he carefully tuned the Monitor to the
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frequency used by the bug under the floor. Then he went out to his car and
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drove away a couple of blocks, so he wouldn't be spotted.
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Several days went by without even the slightest beep from the monitor.
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He hadn't eaten anything during this time, and there hadn't been much sleep
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either. Hungry, tired and desperate he entered the fifth day in his car.
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He stepped out of the car just as the sun began to rise and began to
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stretch his limbs. Standing there in the early morning light, he started
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to think about his colleagues. "They must be wondering where I have gone"
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he thought. He was interrupted by a shrill noise from the monitor inside
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the car. He quickly got back inside, and read the message on the display:
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" *Human Presence Detected!*
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*Number: 15 Persons*
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*Of which armed: 7 Persons*
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*Male/Female: 6/9*
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*Status: Moving*
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**Illegal substances detected: None**
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**EndMonitor**
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**Do you wish to Monitor all out/incoming calls?(Y/N)**"
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"So they even bugged my phone" he though as he slowly pressed 'N' on the
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small keyboard.
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"**CallMonitor DeActivated**!"
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the machine replied. After the last message the monitor stayed quiet for
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almost ten minutes, and then beeped again flashing a message:
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"*Speech Detected!*
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*No.sources: 4*
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**Do you wish to listen in?(Y/N)**".
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He again pressed 'N' on the keyboard as he looked at the last sentence.
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He had formulated this meaning to the technicians when they were developing
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the monitor. To add a little fun to the boring work of staking a suspect
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he had said...
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The Monitor flashed a confirmation on the display, and then beeped again:
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"*Illegal Substance Detected!*
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*Of Type: THC*
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*Scientific/Street Label: Cannabis Sativa/ Grass, Haschisch*"
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**EndMonitor**
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"Well, well, they are smoking grass right in the middle of a bust...This
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is it", he thought. He started to load his weapons, and preparing for the
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fight mentally. "In and out quickly" he said repeatedly in a low voice.
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When he was done, he drove away, heading for home. He parked the car just
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outside the stairs, and jumped out running towards them. Rushing upwards,
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two steps at a time, he arrived at his door breathing heavily. "It's a
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good thing my windows are on the other side of the building, otherwise they
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may have had spotted me coming up", he thought as he kicked the door wide
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open.
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Inside he opened up fire. He had stopped thinking now and acted in an
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robotic fashion. Where ever the red laser beam hit, a burst of hollowpoint
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slugs joined it. People were screaming, but he heard nothing. "In and out
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quickly" was the only thought in his mind. His walk through the apartment
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blazing at everything that moved, created a horrifying scene of skulls
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exploding, bodies being torn in two and the shocking color of red
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blood. After approximately 35 seconds he realized that he had ran out of
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targets. Not a sound could be heard there in the living room as the smoke
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began to clear. He looked at his feet, and realized he was standing in
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something which appeared to be ice cream mixed with blood. As his mind
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began to settle, he could also read the text of the bullet-pierced banner
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which stretched from wall to wall...:
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"Happy 30'th Birthday Leipzig!!!"
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/* Hedge -94 */
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/* Please send me your views of the world: s93glo@ida.csd.uu.se */
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uXu #232 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #232
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