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rekindlenpcs) wrote in touchscreens2014-08-01 12:52 am
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[For fourteen seconds, all any can hear is a faint static coming from all devices connected to the city network. Cellphones, terminals, communication devices of any kind... Perhaps a whisper or two in the background, but nothing that could be truly made out behind the din. However, fifteen seconds after midnight, the flames of the candles all mysteriously light themselves if they weren't already lit, and the voices become clear as crystal. It is all one: male, judging by the bass tone and, for those watching, dark silhouette amidst a blindingly white glare.]
Good evening, guests of our most... esteemed science division and citizenry. Many of you may question why it is that suddenly, a thin veil has overtaken parts of the town since the annual summer festival. I am here to answer that question and more.
[The figure bows deeply before raising to full height.]
Unfortunate as it may be, there are but few means to enter the walls when they have been closed. This much has been true since the days when the gates between districts were wide, and trade flourished. For all its talk of community and friendship, these traits the leaders have always kept exclusive to those within than those without. Therefore, we who remain in the wastes forced our way in.
[The figure lifts his arms, a pompous air about him as he speaks.]
Yes, it was those of our number a small band of you located three months prior. The young ones, who left the writings on the walls. I, who first successfully hacked into their networks. All for the sake of this day, that I might speak to you all freely without the censorship of our most esteemed scientists.
In the many months of our silent vigil outside these grand walls, we have come to realize a simple truth: the leaders and this society have little interest in educating any of its so-called "guests" in any means other than simply lengthening your lifespans as well as their own. A state of stagnation, rather than slow death. Those from the shrine, like your sweet High Priestess can do aught but leak that which they are "allowed" to by the heads of the different science divisions. Or perhaps none among you found it odd that rather than Rhea responding to our more zealous members, it was the one who wished to silence any attempt to speak out against their own agenda?
[he bows deeply once more.]
As the leader of this band of mischief makers, I do apologize for their disruption of your daily lives. However, we of the Rangar do not believe in stagnation, but in an active course against the pseudoscience these defectors and skeptics practice. With how many candles were lit of the listener's volition tonight, I need not ask what it is you seek.
The door is open for all. The seeker need only speak.
[The feed then ends, but so long as the candles are lit, there seems to be no reaction in order to silence this apparent leader.
But when the flames go out, only the following text can be seen:]
THIS ENTRY HAS BEEN FLAGGED AND BEEN REMOVED FOR FALSE INFORMATION AND SLANDER AGAINST THE RULING PARTIES OF THE CITY.
Good evening, guests of our most... esteemed science division and citizenry. Many of you may question why it is that suddenly, a thin veil has overtaken parts of the town since the annual summer festival. I am here to answer that question and more.
[The figure bows deeply before raising to full height.]
Unfortunate as it may be, there are but few means to enter the walls when they have been closed. This much has been true since the days when the gates between districts were wide, and trade flourished. For all its talk of community and friendship, these traits the leaders have always kept exclusive to those within than those without. Therefore, we who remain in the wastes forced our way in.
[The figure lifts his arms, a pompous air about him as he speaks.]
Yes, it was those of our number a small band of you located three months prior. The young ones, who left the writings on the walls. I, who first successfully hacked into their networks. All for the sake of this day, that I might speak to you all freely without the censorship of our most esteemed scientists.
In the many months of our silent vigil outside these grand walls, we have come to realize a simple truth: the leaders and this society have little interest in educating any of its so-called "guests" in any means other than simply lengthening your lifespans as well as their own. A state of stagnation, rather than slow death. Those from the shrine, like your sweet High Priestess can do aught but leak that which they are "allowed" to by the heads of the different science divisions. Or perhaps none among you found it odd that rather than Rhea responding to our more zealous members, it was the one who wished to silence any attempt to speak out against their own agenda?
[he bows deeply once more.]
As the leader of this band of mischief makers, I do apologize for their disruption of your daily lives. However, we of the Rangar do not believe in stagnation, but in an active course against the pseudoscience these defectors and skeptics practice. With how many candles were lit of the listener's volition tonight, I need not ask what it is you seek.
The door is open for all. The seeker need only speak.
[The feed then ends, but so long as the candles are lit, there seems to be no reaction in order to silence this apparent leader.
But when the flames go out, only the following text can be seen:]
THIS ENTRY HAS BEEN FLAGGED AND BEEN REMOVED FOR FALSE INFORMATION AND SLANDER AGAINST THE RULING PARTIES OF THE CITY.
no subject
what do you want from us
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youre against the ones in charge here. why
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do you have a plan to fight them
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[He doesn't know if information on the network can be deleted by those in control or not, nor does he know if this man will continue to watch. He's implied he hasn't been able to access it completely before today.]
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what else do you know? any weaknesses?
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
Most are normal humans. However, Cyntia and her assistant are both not without their own tricks. I would urge caution if you see the assistant most of all, if you have any sort of metal in your body.
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
who is the assistant? what do they look like
[He needs to know who to look out for. Cyntia he's already seen... Though he wonders what these tricks are.]
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
are the scientists behind what happened here
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
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{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
if you win can you send us back with all our memories
{ private text || 99.99% unhackable }
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
do you need anything else
{ private text || 99.99% unhackable }
Inform Rhea of this. Doubtless the scientists will erase any trace of this broadcast and following messages from the database.
That will be all.
{ private text || anonymous || 99.99% unhackable }
[Perhaps he's not great at anonymity when it comes to electronics, but if there are things that need to be done physically, he can easily leave no trace. He'll meet with Rhea and let her know.]