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Underground eXperts United
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[ Swift Justice ] [ By The GNN ]
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"SWIFT JUSTICE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Let the rules be followed, though the heaves fall!
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Asteroid 801 is located far away from the sun. People expect it to be
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quite cold and lonely, but that is actually not true. Below the surface of
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801 one will find a mine containing two-hundred workers. The temperature
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is quite high down in the mine due to the heavy machinery. But no one
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complains - since nobody down there is able to speak. The workers are all
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robots made of steel. On 801 there was only one human being, namely Harry
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Anderson, and he did not like to speak.
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Harry had never actually worked in the mine. He ran the whole business
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from a small room on the surface of the rock. There was not really much
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to do, he just had to check that everything worked out fine. For the past
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fourteen years, everything had worked out fine. His days at work did often
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only involve a few simple movements. He pressed button A, then he pressed
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button B. If something went slightly wrong, he pressed button C. And things
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never went really wrong so he had never pressed button D.
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Harry did not dislike his work, but then, nor did he like it. He just
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did it and that was it. People had to do something in their lives, he
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thought, and this was his mission. Pressing buttons. Sleeping. Eating.
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Supporting the galaxy with a few tera-tonnes of black stones every year.
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That was it. It was not much, but people had to do something in their lives.
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People sometime dream about doing something extraordinary. Harry never
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dreamed about that. He was an old man who went up at six o'clock in the
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morning and slipped into his blue uniform before he had a short breakfast.
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He listened to the news on the radio, then he walked the five steps to his
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racky chair and sat down. Then he worked. At noon he walked the five steps
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back to the table were lunch had been served by yet another silent robot. He
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ate the lunch and went back to his chair. He went to bed at nine in the
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evening. He never dreamed about doing something extraordinary. He had
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no plans of leaving Asteroid 801.
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So the day when five men in black suits suddenly entered his small room
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and asked him why he killed nine people on a planet he had never even heard
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about, Harry Anderson spoke for the first time on fourteen years.
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He said: "What?"
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"Why did you kill nine people on Irzo?" one of the young men in black
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suites repeated. There was no sign of feelings in his voice.
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Harry was unfamiliar with the feeling of being confused. He began
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wondering if he was awake.
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"Irzo..." he said.
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"Do you remember?" another young man asked. No feelings present.
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"Remember?"
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The men looked at each other, nodding. "What's this, old man?"
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One of the men brought up a black pistol from the inside of his suit and
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placed it on the table in front of Harry.
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"What do you need this one for?" the man asked.
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"Need... what?"
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"The gun. What do you need it for? Why do you keep it here? Why have
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you placed it on the table? Did you plan to kill us too? Why? Why?"
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The words echoed inside Harry's head, why, why, why?
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"Pick it up, old man." they demanded.
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Harry had never seen such a strange device before. Still, he knew that
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it was a dangerous thing, but he really did not know why. He wanted to
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please these people. If he did that, they might leave.
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So he picked up the gun.
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The men seemed to fancy his move, since they looked at each other and
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smiled. Harry smiled too, when he noticed their satisfied looks. He held
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the gun in his hand, smiling, and felt good. He had done what they wanted
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him to do. He had done the right thing, he thought.
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A few seconds later, the men had forced Harry down on the cold floor.
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They handcuffed him, kicked him and told him that he was the worst low-life
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in this galaxy. He had killed people on a planet named Irzo. Harry did not
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know what an Irzo was. He just wanted to know what he had done wrong. He
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just wanted to get back to his work.
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Lying on his back in a small space vessel, chained by his feet and hands,
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Harry saw his home disappear through a small window. He would never see
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Asteroid 801 again.
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"You did it!", people screamed at him.
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They all wanted to hang him. The Galaxy State never did anything wrong,
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and if they said that Harry Anderson was responsible for the Black Sunday
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Bombing on Irzo then he was the guilty one. Nine people had died, and the
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inhabitants on Irzo demanded swift justice.
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Irzo happened to be a planet with influence. If the people there disliked
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something, well, then the whole galaxy was in trouble. Fix it, change it,
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kill it, exterminate it, forbid it, get rid of it, get it out of the sight
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of the inhabitants of Irzo or they will become nasty in the sense that they
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would not pay their high taxes. Irzo had influence since the people had the
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money, and people with cash rule.
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Irzo ruled every tiny detail in the known parts of the universe, even if
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the inhabitants had no real political power. And now, nine people had died
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since someone had placed a bomb in the House of Justice. Someone had to pay.
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Anyone had to pay.
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Harry had never said anything really important in his whole life.
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Sometimes, he cursed the robots - but that was all. He did not know how to
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speak for himself. So when the judge said: "You did it. You must die.",
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Harry could not defend himself. He just grumbled a little, nodded, did tried
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to do what they told him to do. All he wanted to do was to get back to
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Asteroid 801 and do his humble work. That was all. He felt that if he
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played by their rules, he would soon be back to his normal life.
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He had a friend. He was called Harold. Harold had spoken for Harry in
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the court and tried to convince the jury that Harry was innocent. But he
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had obviously failed.
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But Harold did not seem to care about that. He just leaned over Harry in
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the Exterminator Machine and whispered: "We all know that you did not do it.
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But someone did it, and why wouldn't it be you? Justice does not mean that
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the guilty ones must pay. Justice means that someone must pay. Think about
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it - everyone around you will feel good; the people, the judge, the police,
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me... and you.
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Yes, I know what you are thinking. Why should You feel good? Well,
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perhaps just for the fact that you, you Harry, make so many people happy!
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It does not matter if you are innocent. Justice will fulfil its purpose
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anyway."
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Harry suddenly realized that he did not want to get back to his work.
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He had made a lot of people happy. He had even made the system of justice
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work. He was for sure something extraordinary!
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Harry laughed, then a man in a black robe pulled the heavy handle.
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FUCK YOU!
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I am the voice inside you head! CALL THE STASH!
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What is this thing called....
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uXu #250 Underground eXperts United 1995 uXu #250
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Call AIRSTRIP ONE -> +1-512-371-7971
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