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Pure weaponized fear.
    Dozens of the highest military elite were subjected to the Farnesene Pulse. Five were able to function within it. The five trained under the pulse to use the implants and the satellite system, to learn advanced psychological warfare techniques, to learn psychiatry and politics and police work. In the end Michael Lederer and Richard Gregor were selected to don the cloaks.
    The second Catholic uprising was well under way when they were selected. Fighting viciously against their oppression, the Order of St. David Roland Waters began by assassinating politicians and scientists, bombing community centers and clinics and other usual religious terrorism targets. Their headquarters in downtown Providence, Rhode Island, was identified by conventional intelligence, the fully automatic Geki intel web still being under construction.
    The Geki prepared for their mission. They had both mastered the Farnesene Pulse; they had both mastered the fire. They knew the ultimatum they were to deliver. They jumped.
    Fear struck the basement of the cathedral. Paul Perry was startled when they appeared, a feeling that didn’t leave him once affected by the pulse.
    â€œW-what—what are you?” he asked as bravely as he could muster.
    â€œWe are the Geki.”
    â€œWhat do you want?”
    â€œYou will stop your terrorist acts or we will incinerate you all.”
    â€œYes!” The pulse forced him to agree. “Yes we will, anything!”
    â€œWe are watching you. We can see your every move.”
    â€œI believe you!”
    â€œYou will see that all in your command obey us.”
    â€œYes!” He composed himself as best he could. “Can—can we still give the word?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWe’ll become missionaries, anything you command!”
    â€œUh, yes. That’s good.”
    â€œSo we can practice? We can preach?”
    â€œJust don’t blow anything else up and you can preach to your heart’s content.”
    â€œSo we can do whatever we want?”
    â€œWe will not stop you unless you threaten the status quo with violence.”
    â€œSo a mission to the people is okay by you two?”
    Gregor grew frustrated.
    â€œJust…. Don’t fuck shit up.”
    And they were gone.
    They arrived back in the citadel, concerned about the Farnesene Pulse.
    â€œHe didn’t seem very scared. He seemed almost… unsurprised.”
    â€œYes, it’s as if he’s used to living in fear of a vengeful omnipotent commanding force that’s always watching him.”
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    T HERE WERE no boats visible on the shore, just flotsam or jetsam. She didn’t remember which was which without the net to check. And there were the usual corpses. Everything bobbing in the water under a layer of snow. Everything filthy.
    She hunted for anything she could sail in, hoping she’d not have to use the clamps. There was a suitable oar in the form of a burnt roofing shaft but nothing seaworthy, nothing that could hold her weight. She accepted the inevitable and began looking for a sturdy cadaver or two.
    There were two shaggy cows amid the trash, one too torn up to use—presumably someone had tried to eat it. She examined the other. It was in good shape. It had only died recently, and the cold had preserved it, so far. She got to work skinning it with her Tikari. Nelson picked up on what she was doing and tried to sneak under the skin, but she shooed him away. She couldn’t risk any holes in her new boat.
    Shortly after she had it free, thawed and floppy. She began clamping all holes but the neck. Once airtight she threw in a smoke bomb and held the neck closed. She’d have to retrieve the bomb before the inflated skin burst, so she didn’t clamp it. The skin neared its breaking point so she held the neck closed around her arm and retrieved the bomb, tossing it into the water. Sadly as she clamped off the creature’s neck its