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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! */
-
- It was a normal slow day at work. He had just finished some reports
- concerning citizens disturbing the order. Naturally they hadn't had a
- chance in court. Not when he, Leipzig, and his department of
- CitizenMonitor had placed their devices inside their houses. He liked
- these machines. They stopped the guilty from walking from an obvious
- crime, just because lack of evidence. If they weren't guilty, how come the
- Police had got their eyes on them in the first place? He knew the answer
- to that question just as well as the citizens did, when a person had
- attracted attention from the Police he might as well buy his own ticket to
- the Facility Of Corrections up north.
-
- This day had been better than ordinary days though. The usual afternoon
- quarrel with the Boss didn't take place for some strange reason. He liked
- his Boss, but they didn't agree on several matters concerning the
- Monitoring of citizens. He felt that his Boss was somewhat weak when it
- came to these issues. Normally when they came together in the afternoon to
- discuss the procedures used during the day's Monitoring, the arguments
- began. Often loud arguments, when his Boss claimed that he used too much of
- his paranoia at work. Oh, well, he thought, not everyone can be as hard
- working as me...
-
- The Monitoring, by the way, was an activity that the Police put in when
- some suspicion came in against a citizen. The department of CitizenMonitor
- drove off to the suspect's house, and after checking that there was nobody
- home, they planted his house full of monitoring devices. These devices
- could detect if there were illegal substances in the air of the apartment
- for example, and of course detect any sound made therein. If any illegal
- activity was detected, the suspect was brought to trial, and convicted. He
- then had to serve a minimum of five years at the Facility Of Corrections,
- and when he came back from that he sure as hell wasn't capable of planning
- anything illegal.
-
- The silence in the office began to bother him. He had detected during
- these last few days an atmosphere of secrets around himself. Colleagues
- talking at a table with low voices suddenly stopped when he came
- in...Perhaps the Boss has grown tired of me, he thought. Perhaps he'd
- rather see me up north instead of having me here bothering him? What else
- could it be? A chilling fear began to rise inside of him. If they
- already have begun to keep secrets from him, they would soon enough decide
- that he was a prime target for Monitoring... He quickly found his way down
- to the technical facility, where he took out a Sweep System, made to make
- places safe from monitoring. We shall soon see, he thought. On the way
- towards home, he started to laugh hysterically at his own paranoia. This
- must be the most common health risk at this department he said out loud to
- the booming car stereo.
-
- When arriving at home he immediately started to sweep the apartment, but
- nothing showed on the SweepSystem's display. "Strange", he thought. While
- heading towards the center of the apartment, he turned up the sensitivity
- on the machine and began another sweep. Suddenly a loud beep sounded from
- 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**".
-
- (A presence locator checked if a suspect was home, and the Department
- usually placed it at someone's apartment a few days before an arrest was to
- be made.)
-
- He stood there for almost two minutes, as if he had seen a ghost, when he
- suddenly started to cry. He screamed out loud and smashed the Sweeper
- against the wall. After regaining control over himself, he started to
- think. "How long has it been there, how many days, or hours, do I have
- left?", he thought. After taking everything into account, he said: "Well,
- there can be more than one contender in this game!", and ran out to his
- car. He left his home with screeching tires, heading for the nearby weapon
- store. At the store he used up his last money on the latest in personal
- defense, and then he went back to the Department and required a Monitor,
- which was used to read the signals from different spy devices, like the one
- in his house. After returning home, he carefully tuned the Monitor to the
- frequency used by the bug under the floor. Then he went out to his car and
- drove away a couple of blocks, so he wouldn't be spotted.
-
- Several days went by without even the slightest beep from the monitor.
- He hadn't eaten anything during this time, and there hadn't been much sleep
- either. Hungry, tired and desperate he entered the fifth day in his car.
- He stepped out of the car just as the sun began to rise and began to
- stretch his limbs. Standing there in the early morning light, he started
- to think about his colleagues. "They must be wondering where I have gone"
- he thought. He was interrupted by a shrill noise from the monitor inside
- the car. He quickly got back inside, and read the message on the display:
-
- " *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**
-
- **Do you wish to Monitor all out/incoming calls?(Y/N)**"
-
- "So they even bugged my phone" he though as he slowly pressed 'N' on the
- small keyboard.
-
- "**CallMonitor DeActivated**!"
-
- the machine replied. After the last message the monitor stayed quiet for
- 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)**".
-
- He again pressed 'N' on the keyboard as he looked at the last sentence.
- He had formulated this meaning to the technicians when they were developing
- the monitor. To add a little fun to the boring work of staking a suspect
- he had said...
-
- 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*"
-
- **EndMonitor**
-
- "Well, well, they are smoking grass right in the middle of a bust...This
- is it", he thought. He started to load his weapons, and preparing for the
- fight mentally. "In and out quickly" he said repeatedly in a low voice.
- When he was done, he drove away, heading for home. He parked the car just
- outside the stairs, and jumped out running towards them. Rushing upwards,
- two steps at a time, he arrived at his door breathing heavily. "It's a
- good thing my windows are on the other side of the building, otherwise they
- may have had spotted me coming up", he thought as he kicked the door wide
- open.
-
- Inside he opened up fire. He had stopped thinking now and acted in an
- robotic fashion. Where ever the red laser beam hit, a burst of hollowpoint
- slugs joined it. People were screaming, but he heard nothing. "In and out
- quickly" was the only thought in his mind. His walk through the apartment
- blazing at everything that moved, created a horrifying scene of skulls
- exploding, bodies being torn in two and the shocking color of red
- blood. After approximately 35 seconds he realized that he had ran out of
- targets. Not a sound could be heard there in the living room as the smoke
- began to clear. He looked at his feet, and realized he was standing in
- something which appeared to be ice cream mixed with blood. As his mind
- began to settle, he could also read the text of the bullet-pierced banner
- 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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