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To: all Liberty - Paco.Pistols - 08-30-2010
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THE LIBERTINE
Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't." It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining , livelong moment.' That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. I am Paco Pistols, The Lane Hacker and I do not want you to like me.
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To: all Liberty - Garrick - 08-30-2010
A man looks at his vid-screen and watches the message. Afterwards he scratches his head in confusion and yells to someone in another room.
"Ma, there's a Pistol man here on the vid-screen. He says he's going to play with my balls and I won't like it."
A voice from the other room, "Change the channel dear, there's always so much junk on these days."
With that said the man leans forward and just turns it off. "I think I'll read a book instead ma."
To: all Liberty - Paco.Pistols - 12-24-2010
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WARNING
If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second of your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.
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To: all Liberty - Shagohad - 12-25-2010
An intelligence that regards itself with utmost superiority glances over the message in a fraction of a nanosecond. Amidst the trillions of terabytes of data being analyzed, this is a mere flex of a digital finger. With amusement, he discards the message, musing softly to himself, "My dear Lane Hackers...what has brought you down to these silly statistics? Go and blow something up." With that, the monitoring of the stock markets and the movement of trade convoys continues.
To: all Liberty - Bazza - 12-25-2010
Amidst the sea of discarded and junk transmissions received by the Alsatia's outdated equipment, a strange and attention-grabbing broadcast stands out above the remainder of the static.
She pauses the on-board stereo system for a brief period to allow her mind to absorb the contents.
"This sounds like someone I could like."
The captain deletes the messages from her hard disc and continues flying the cumbersome vessel, giving the transmission no further thought. The ship is then once again filled with the sound of pure Drum & Bass (the informed music lover recognising it as "Blood Sugar" from Bretonia's Pendulum) bolting across the arse-end of the middle of nowhere to the fat beats.
To: all Liberty - Paco.Pistols - 03-30-2011
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SABOTAGE
One of the most effective forms of industrial or military sabotage limits itself to damage that can never be thoroughly proven or even proven at all to be anything deliberate. It is like an invisible political movement; perhaps it isn't there at all. If a bomb is wired to a ship's reactor, then obviously there is an enemy; if public building or a political headquarters is blown up, then there is a political enemy. But if an accident, or a series of accidents, occurs, if equipment merely fails to function, if it appears faulty, especially in a slow fashion, over a period of natural time, with numerous small failures and misfirings then the victim, whether a person or a party, can never marshal itself to defend itself. Hint : Think about your government.
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To: all Liberty - Jeremy Hunter - 03-30-2011
As Alexis Hunter made,dinner for her daughter, Rika, she heard the transmission.
"EVA? Delete it please."
Alexis turned on some music and continued to cook.
To: all Liberty - DarthBindo - 03-30-2011
Felix Sherman read the announcement, his smile growing larger with each word.
Fool. You can't change the system from the outside.
He turned back to his work, the wooden desk contrasting with the vast view of space from Newark's executive office, that bubble of glascrete and alloy and timber, of exquisite grace, old world charm and modernity, reserved for one of Sirius's most powerful men, the stars and stations of Liberty stretching out into the inky black, seemingly empty yet teeming with life.
One day, all this will be ours. One day, we will rule, and bring them forth into the day.
He shook his head, dispelling the unusually poetic thought.
He had a government to blackmail, a corporation to run, and many, many "obstacles" to be removed.
Violently.
To: all Liberty - Paco.Pistols - 05-15-2011
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THE EPILOGUE
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing. How do you like me now ?
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To: all Liberty - Vogel - 05-15-2011
Ads, ads, bills, a fine for speeding, ads, spam, spam... spam...
... What the Hell was this?
Pryor looked at the message quizzically. Oh, one of those crazy Hacker fellas who yammer on and on about "systems" and conspiracies and such.
He'd had it up to here with all these damn revolutionaries and "special interest" groups and whatnot. Why couldn't they all just shut up and do something productive? Like relax?
Plus this wording was just silly, obviously ripped from some quote somewhere or another; nobody's that "verbose" in a regular message. Hell, some of these words he couldn't even recognize let alone recall hearing them anywhere.
He deleted the message with a vengeance, moving on to more important things like natural male enhancement items that he'd never need.