Post by hermy on Jan 21, 2010 0:23:31 GMT -5
Imagine this: one day not so very long ago, you were at home. Maybe sitting around your dinner table, maybe surfing the Net. What the fuck ever, you know? You were you, and no matter how messed up your world was, it was definitely still your world. And five minutes later, there's a task force in your living room. Five minutes later you're probably unconscious. When you wake up, it's all the same. You're still you, and you're right where you were when they shot you full of sedative. But really? You're not. You're tracked. Your house is bugged. You're tattooed, baby, marked. Deal. And while you're trying to figure out if a tattoo is proof someone broke into your house and took five minutes of time you can't remember, just try to talk about it. Watch anyone who says anything disappear. Read about a bizarre incident involving a meat cleaver and your local butcher, and then remember you saw him just last week, remember he'd tried to ask you about your tattoo before you rushed out the door. Think about that for a second now, and then? HUSH. Really. What other choice do you have?[/font]
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