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HE APPEARS COMMITTED TO HIS REACTIONARY WAYS. UNFORTUNATE.

Breathing gently on his chair, he could be a sleeping child, but for the wide-open, lightless eyes.

They're going to pin this on you, obviously. That's why you're here. This is a big set up.

A bald spot so pristine simply cannot go unrubbed.

White spindles of leg hit your vision like a pair of flashbangs.

The prey animal's final defence: Playing dead.

This detail strikes you as very sad.

There's a procedure your controllers taught you for situations like this, but all you can focus on is his face.

You wonder briefly how much, or how little, you owe him.

The graze of an invisible hand.

The first casualty of an undeclared war.

If it is self-annihilation, it's nothing to do with you. Probably.

Maybe he learned he was to be paired with the storied Operant CASCADE and took matters into his own hands.

The film is monochrome and silent. The only soundtrack is the low hum of the projector as the celluloid rushes from its spool.

Not wanting to stain it with his soiled fingers.

CLASSIC LIBERAL DENY AND DEFLECT. OUR PROMISSORY NOTE READS: 'TOTAL REVOLUTION'.

The Opera is losing the shadow contest... to this?

Intriguing... The enemy reveals its Advanced Cognitive Manoeuvres. This black art was previously unknown to the Operant Bureau.

Human for human.

A phone line from five years ago connects:

A flash of lucidity as he takes you in.

A tremendous feat of endurance.

Any slight movement would've spelled agony.

He cannot quite meet your eye.

This little locomotive sounds inherently leverageable. On both sides of the fulcrum.

A small mound inside, about three inches across. Vaguely circlular.

He was holding on to it for leverage.

He took it because it meant something to him.

Here's another tool to open him up with.

Suddenly sentimental -- the emotional quick change of a ravaged alcoholic.

The man clutches his hair again. Your foot landed nowhere near it.

Despite connecting with his shin, the man clutches his unruly hair.

He's genuinely delighted you said that.

Lapping the air like a giant child's tongue.

He barely heard what you offered -- just hooked it straight to the vein.

Berrion bombs, like the pilots mentioned. An erasure, near noiseless.

Human capital deep in the red.

INSANITY. THE ONLY 'DEVELOPED' THING ABOUT THE TECHNO-FASCISTS IS THEIR IMPERIALIST IMPULSE.

THE REAL PARTY IS OUTSIDE. ON THE STREETS. ARM IN ARM WITH THE MIDNIGHT PROLETARIAT.

When they eventually turn up.

The formalised Ending of History. Considered a fundamental misstep by almost all leading economists and philosophers.

'Human Capital'. The words frost your heart over.

The long shadow of EMTERR -- so long that many citizens mistake it for the sky.

THE PHANTOM BOSS OF CAPITAL. EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE. IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL.

Hence the origins of its most abiding name.

In some distant parts of the world, EMTERR is euphemistically called 'the Kindly Ones'. Using their true name directly is reserved for curses and insults.

EMTERR is normalised. Something that sane, non-conspiratorial people can complain about to each other. All is right with the world.

Raw deal. The flowers will deprecate. The shift is forever.

The ending of the End.

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