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- [ Population X ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "POPULATION X"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- Right. So I thought that this day could not possible get any worse. But
- naturally it would soon turn out that I was wrong again. I had to run to
- my car this morning because of a hellish rain that poured down over the
- city as if it tried to wipe it out. When I finally managed to start the
- damn thing I naturally drove over my daughters bicycle that was by some
- weird reason parked behind the car. The highway was nothing more than a
- great snake of cars that kept on honking at each other. When I finally got
- to work, had said hello to my secretary in the lobby, unlocked the door to
- my office (it is always locked for security reasons, even if the secretary
- is sitting next to it) and stepped in I saw that someone had written
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- WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
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- ...with thick red letters all over the wall on my left.
- I immediately called for my secretary.
- "Mrs Johnson, please come into my office! Now!"
- I saw her rise from her brown desk, take three steps over the blue carpet
- and into my office. She turned to me ans said: "What can I..."
- Then she saw the text on the wall.
- "Oh!"
- I placed my hat and briefcase on the visitors sofa, before I went to my
- mini-bar and gave myself a huge glass of fine whiskey. I swallowed half of
- the strong substance at once.
- "I have had a bad morning, mrs Johnson." I mumbled. "And I don't fancy
- any practical jokes right now. What the hell is this?"
- She stroke her blonde hair and looked quite confused.
- "I actually don't know sir." she said.
- "Oh, please mrs Johnson..."
- "I don't know!"
- She talked to me in a way the revealed that she really did not know. I
- calmed down. Then I noticed that today's mail was placed on my desk.
- I pointed at the mountain of envelopes.
- "When did you leave the mail here today?", I asked her even if I almost
- knew the answer.
- "Fifteen minutes ago."
- "And you didn't see this... terrorist attack?"
- "No! I swear!"
- I walked with the glass in my hand to the window. From the tenth floor,
- I had quite a nice view over the wet city. The rain drummed against the
- window, bang bang bang. I sighed.
- "Thanks, mrs Johnson. That will be all." I said and she left the room,
- closing the door behind her.
- Right now, I hated the rain, I hated the city and I definitely hated to
- be a mayor in it. In my job I had to complain and hear complaints. No one
- ever told me if something was alright. No, I was supposed to fix things in
- this small world of concrete without expecting one single thanks. Now some
- madmen demanded their rights. What rights? The right to break into my
- office and destroy my wall paper?
- I turned around and found my soft chair. I sank down on it and took
- another sip of my whiskey. I watched the letters on the wall and saw that
- someone had written:
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- WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
- WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
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- ... when I had looked away.
- "Damn!" I screamed and dropped my glass. I jumped from the chair up on
- my desk and looked around.
- "Okay, you little son of a bitch! I should have guessed that you are
- here since my secretary noticed that nothing had been written when she left
- me my mail! Where are you? Vandal!"
- Nothing happened. I tried to figure out where the joker had hidden
- himself in my room but it was hard. There was almost no place to hide.
- The only place I could think of was the little closet below the mini-bar,
- where I stashed my issues of Playboy. I climbed down from the desk, got my
- little .38 revolver out of my briefcase and headed for the bar.
- With the gun in my hand, I opened the closet. No one there.
- "Asshole!" I yelled. "Who are you?"
- When I turned around I saw;
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- WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
- WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
- YOU CAN CALL US POPULATION X.
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-
- I violently opened the door to the lobby. My secretary just stared at me
- with her mouth open when she saw me standing there. I do not blame her, I
- might have looked rather terrifying with a gun in my hand below my white
- face.
- "Mrs Johnson! In my office! Now! Now! Now!"
- I marched into my office again and she followed me.
- "Look!" I screamed.
- She looked at the message on the wall. Then she smiled, patted me on my
- shoulder and went back to her desk.
- "Should I call your doctor?" she asked me with a caring voice.
- "I have not written this!" I growled and slammed the door shut. Then I
- opened it again and said "... and do not call my lousy doctor! I am not
- ill, hence I do not need his amateur opinion!"
- I heard a faint "Okay boss" before I closed the door. I went to the wall
- with the letters and examined them from a close distance. I noticed that
- the letters were not dry and did not smell like paint usually do. I put my
- finger on a 'C' and got a drop on my finger. I placed the drop on my
- tongue and tasted it. It was blood.
- This was too much even for me.
- "Who are you who dares to break into my office, write crap on my wall
- (with blood - are you a killer or do you simply work at a slaughter house?)
- and demand you so-called rights? Bastard!" I screamed.
- From the corner of my eye I saw something move. I turned around fast,
- just in time to see my telephone fly over the room against me. I ducked
- and the phone crashed into the wall above me.
- When I looked up, I could see
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- WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
- WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
- YOU CAN CALL US POPULATION X.
- DO NOT CALL ME A BASTARD!
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-
- "Sorry." I mumbled despise the fact that I was in a rage. I did not want
- this who-ever-he-was to break any more of my precious things. I walked to
- the mini-bar and got myself another drink. The liquid burned my throat but
- it felt good anyway.
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- WE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!
- WE WANT OUR FREEDOM AND HUMAN RIGHTS!
- YOU CAN CALL US POPULATION X.
- DO NOT CALL ME A BASTARD!
- WE ARE TIRED OF BEING TREATED AS NON-EXISTING INDIVIDUALS.
- YOU WILL HEAR MORE FROM US!
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-
- I sighed. Then I sighed again before I picked up my phone and
- re-connected it to the socket. I sat down on my chair and sighed again.
- Before the letters suddenly disappeared from the wall as if they had never
- existed I saw the last line of the message.
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- YOURS, EARL WALZNER (1897-1974)
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- I rotated my chair and looked out through the window again. The wet city
- had suddenly gotten itself another freedom-thirsty crowd of people, I
- concluded and I hated my work even more.
- I knew that not only this day, but the following years would become very
- though for me as a mayor. I thought about suicide for a second, but
- quickly dropped the idea since the last people I would like to join right
- now was population X.
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