[LEAFLETS DROPPED ON STREETS IN A1-5, B1-6, C1-6, D1-6, E1-6, F1-4, G2-4 ON XX-XX-XXXX AT 2330 HOURS. LEAFLETS WERE DROPPED FROM BOXES SUSPENDED FROM HELIUM FILLED BALLOONS. TEAMS SHOT DOWN DEVICES; 20 DEVICES IN TOTAL. OPENINGS WERE REMOTE OPERATED, CONTROLLERS FOUND ABANDONED SEVERAL STREETS FROM THE DEVICES. CLEAR UP OF LEAFLETS HAS BEGUN, BUT ( Read more... )

[a siren rings out through the city: a slow, steady wail. The Commander's picture interrupts any television and all radio transmissions break for his message. A voice speaks, androgynous and ageless, genial and calm ( Read more... )

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[[he had wanted to go home back home after the shows he was caught up with himself but not so much that--, but he'd gotten stuck doing clean up, hauling equipment and before he knew it, it was fifteen minutes to curfew. So he'd hurried to find somewhere to stay. It wasn't home was home as he knew it. He snapped the picture of the amazing old piano ( Read more... )

What possible kind of political goal could be served by blowing up ordinary citizens who have no decision making power in ADAMS? Especially in the absence of any kind of statement from the perpetrators.

It's not just cruel. It also makes no sense.

We are not being told the whole truth.

He would never operate like that. Killing was anathema to him. Something in his past made him that way, conditioned him as throughly from the callousness and self pity that would allow you to plant a bomb in a restaurant as any patient in the Rehab Farms.

I guess we see where that got him. And me, for that matter.

Six dead, eighty-plus injured... And how many more butchered to patch them up? Where's their fucking news story? Oh, right. They're not really even people, so who gives a shit, right? Right.

Fuck ADAMS and fuck the goddamn terrorists. You bastards think one thing or you think another, but in the end? Your thinking's exactly the same.

[A siren rings out through the city: a shrill, fast rise from a low note to a high and back again. The Commander's picture interrupts any television, and all radio transmissions break for his message. A voice speaks, androgynous and ageless, genial and yet conveying a tone of urgency ( Read more... )