"-eaking news: this station has received a home video of - it seems - the murder of reporter Leah Canto at the hands of the Friends of Humanity. Naturally, we can't yet confirm the authenticity of this video, which was sent anonymously to several major news outlets - or air it because of its extremely graphic nature - but we can say that it appears ( Read more... )

Done, then. I turn my coat and trust to the cops and the muties to save me from the bad guys.

It's a crazy world. I wish I could stop shaking. Maybe Rossi's home.

Think I could get something into Time, maybe? Would "Leah Canto has an important announcement to make about her association with the Friends of Humanity" be enough to turn editors' ( Read more... )

The transit strike has been a boon for me, at least: I can legitimately stay out of the city, lacking reliable transport to and from it, and lie low as I'd promised Scott. I've passed along an official statement to my agents, for release if anyone asks about my next appearance or tries to book me for one. Otherwise, I have the phone off the hook ( ( Read more... )

Thank you, Nathan. Thank you, Rossi. Thank you, Scott.

Thank you, God.

( 'Your circumstances were extreme. I don't blame you.' [Scott] )

Just pushing and pushing and pushing! How many times do I have to say, "Leave me alone," before they doPhone's off the hook. Router's off. TV's off. Windows and doors locked. Try to come and save me now, you ungrateful bastards. I'm doing this for your own good, and what do I get? Pushed into hysterics in a mom-and-pop bookstore in downtown Salem ( Read more... )

I have no idea how I'll turn this pile of steaming horseshit into a publishable piece, but I'm sure something will occur to me.

For now, really gotta book it across town to get to Shaw. Shit. I'm already late! What if he doesn't wait for me? I think Andy at the Post gave me his number once when I asked, since his dad knows him. . . .

( 'My stake is my life, my odds are poor.' [Tom] )

He just has to keep digging at it, doesn't he? Has to keep interrogating me-

Then his fucking partner drags me in for actual, honest-to-God po-leece interrogation, and I start thinking that maybe criminals and thugs and Friends of Humanity have a point about our society's chosen authority figures ( Read more... )

Die's cast, and all that crap. The column hit the newsstands, and then the shit hit the fan ( Read more... )

Well, at least it's over with, and now I can finish up my writing. Focus on what's important, right? Sure. Right.

( 'Let's honour our dead, and turn our mourning into resolve.' [Jean, Shaw, Sabitha, Sean, Nikolai, Ray, Rossi, Aaron, Jubilee, Alyssa] )

He wouldn't listen. Drags me in there. Forces me in there. Makes me conduct an interview as if it were any other topic. Any other subject.

Wouldn't listen. I can't be your public voice if you don't silence your private one sometimes, Tom ( Read more... )