Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-232

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## # ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### #### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## # ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ Sweet Celebration ] [ By Hedge ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ **SWEET CELEBRATION** By Hedge. /* 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: "*Presence Locator Detected* *At position: Present* *Index: -1.5in. Deep* **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!* *Number: 15 Persons* *Of which armed: 7 Persons* *Male/Female: 6/9* *Status: Moving* **Illegal substances detected: None** **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: "*Speech Detected!* *No.sources: 4* **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: "*Illegal Substance Detected!* *Of Type: THC* *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...: "Happy 30'th Birthday Leipzig!!!" /* Hedge -94 */ /* Please send me your views of the world: s93glo@ida.csd.uu.se */ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #232 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #232 Call UNDERWORLD_1994.COM -> +1-514-683-1894 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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