The monitor started to gimp in a strange way. High fidelity sounds and strange beeps came out of the speakers. It seemed as if the right frequency couldn't be found... then suddenly the monitor image was clear and the rustle stopped. A man with a greying short beard, probably fifty years old stood there in his strange black uniform and a cigar in his hand. Some unknown badges are decorating his jacket. He puffed away a dense cloud of smoke before he started to speak.
So I finally managed to find your communication frequency... I know who you are, but you might probably do not know me. I'm agent Kirill Stukov, Marinenachrichtendienst of the Chancellor. I will come straight to the point: the pest of corruption is infesting more and more of the Rheinland companies. The RFP has become a shadow of itself, smugglers can do what they want if they hand over enough of this filthy money which was earned by the capitalists while the poor are starving on the streets, trying to survive. Might seems to have a bad side effect on everybody who is abled to try its poisonous taste.
The man puffs again. He seemed to be nervous.
I can't stand this situation any longer without losing my mind. The whole situation is escalating, everybody lives for his own profit, the mighty rule the poor, pressing the last credit out of those who are already at the lower end of society. Do you hear me? Righteous civilians are losing their life because of this giant capitalistic spiral of terror.
We have to stop this development, for the wealth of all. The majority shouldn't suffer for the wealth of a small minority which has all the money. It corrupts and they want more, even if it means the death of somebody else.
Good sirs, let us fight this terrible situation together! I know you're on the right path to free the galaxy from the claws of capitalism.
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