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resembling a normal friend for that matter. You're lucky you didn't raise your hand to them, or you would have been prosecuted then, but your comments are still good enough for an open and closed conviction, with a five year sentence.” The white Special Agent Jones has a nasty smile on his face. He seems to be someone who gets off on bullying the weak.
Social cameras, moral police, anti-violence laws, anti-bullying laws, anti-discrimination laws, and hate crimes have made most people afraid to say or do anything to offend anyone. Only the protected races, protected classes and those with the right political ideology dare to openly offend. I made a stupid mistake that day. I knew to keep my violence hidden from the cameras and make sure there were never witnesses, but it was still a risk every time I retaliated against someone. The stupidity of being prosecuted for such a simple taunt is real, but the government almost never bothers. They store the evidence to use as leverage. If I was a coward, I would probably be afraid, but something as mild as a maximum security prison is not enough to threaten me any longer. I have survived places that would make both the Jones shitheads crap their pants.
“I do not know what happened. No matter how many times you ask, the answer will never change. No matter what crimes you charge with, the answer will never change.”
The black Special Agent Jones puts the tablet back in his briefcase. “You should contact your lawyer, Mark. Since you aren't going anywhere for a while, we'll be back in a week or so. That should give you the chance to speak with your lawyer and understand the position you are in. If you cooperate, we can make this go away forever.”
Without a backward glance, the two Jones brothers leave the room.
Good cop bad cop turned into bad cop bad cop. Even for today's FBI, that was a ridiculously heavy handed approach. There has to be more to this than I am in a position to understand. The agent said 1,138,345 people died and another 87,565 comatose, so with me alive, that would be 1,225,909 dead because of The Nameless. Of course, the government probably knows nothing about the existence of The Nameless.
I already hated this world, when I was taken by The Nameless. Given a choice, I would never have returned, but what options do I have now? Is there going to be a way to get back to the Labyrinth of Yggr?
The Nameless has to be in control of The Nameless Entertainment, Inc., or more accurately, must have some of his followers in control of it. Would they be from Earth or from Taereun? My guess would be Taereun, and if they are from Taereun, there has to be a way to move back and forth.
A man's presence in my room startles me. I had been so lost in thought, that I never noticed when he entered. His pitch black eyes are emptier and more soulless than the black Special Agent Jones, and his build is nearly a muscular as the white one, though he is half a head shorter. His pitch black three piece suit and red silk shirt probably cost more than the average government worker makes in a week, even with their salaries being more the three times those in the private sector. His black hair and beard shine, as though they are oiled.
Seeing me notice him, the man raises the cane in right hand, which has a blood red crystal for its handle. “The social cameras in this room cannot monitor us, until I allow it again.”
The man's lips twist into a condescending smile. I do not think I kept the surprise off of my face, except for “social cameras” all of his word were in the Slave Tongue. Because of having Talon's memories, I understood the language almost immediately after the Great Fuck Over.
“So you're one of The Nameless' lackeys.” My voice is flat, emotionless.
“A pathetic toad like yourself should watch his mouth and his manners. I am here to give you a chance to live, and you are being impudent. If you do as I say, I will not have to kill you, and I might even
Social cameras, moral police, anti-violence laws, anti-bullying laws, anti-discrimination laws, and hate crimes have made most people afraid to say or do anything to offend anyone. Only the protected races, protected classes and those with the right political ideology dare to openly offend. I made a stupid mistake that day. I knew to keep my violence hidden from the cameras and make sure there were never witnesses, but it was still a risk every time I retaliated against someone. The stupidity of being prosecuted for such a simple taunt is real, but the government almost never bothers. They store the evidence to use as leverage. If I was a coward, I would probably be afraid, but something as mild as a maximum security prison is not enough to threaten me any longer. I have survived places that would make both the Jones shitheads crap their pants.
“I do not know what happened. No matter how many times you ask, the answer will never change. No matter what crimes you charge with, the answer will never change.”
The black Special Agent Jones puts the tablet back in his briefcase. “You should contact your lawyer, Mark. Since you aren't going anywhere for a while, we'll be back in a week or so. That should give you the chance to speak with your lawyer and understand the position you are in. If you cooperate, we can make this go away forever.”
Without a backward glance, the two Jones brothers leave the room.
Good cop bad cop turned into bad cop bad cop. Even for today's FBI, that was a ridiculously heavy handed approach. There has to be more to this than I am in a position to understand. The agent said 1,138,345 people died and another 87,565 comatose, so with me alive, that would be 1,225,909 dead because of The Nameless. Of course, the government probably knows nothing about the existence of The Nameless.
I already hated this world, when I was taken by The Nameless. Given a choice, I would never have returned, but what options do I have now? Is there going to be a way to get back to the Labyrinth of Yggr?
The Nameless has to be in control of The Nameless Entertainment, Inc., or more accurately, must have some of his followers in control of it. Would they be from Earth or from Taereun? My guess would be Taereun, and if they are from Taereun, there has to be a way to move back and forth.
A man's presence in my room startles me. I had been so lost in thought, that I never noticed when he entered. His pitch black eyes are emptier and more soulless than the black Special Agent Jones, and his build is nearly a muscular as the white one, though he is half a head shorter. His pitch black three piece suit and red silk shirt probably cost more than the average government worker makes in a week, even with their salaries being more the three times those in the private sector. His black hair and beard shine, as though they are oiled.
Seeing me notice him, the man raises the cane in right hand, which has a blood red crystal for its handle. “The social cameras in this room cannot monitor us, until I allow it again.”
The man's lips twist into a condescending smile. I do not think I kept the surprise off of my face, except for “social cameras” all of his word were in the Slave Tongue. Because of having Talon's memories, I understood the language almost immediately after the Great Fuck Over.
“So you're one of The Nameless' lackeys.” My voice is flat, emotionless.
“A pathetic toad like yourself should watch his mouth and his manners. I am here to give you a chance to live, and you are being impudent. If you do as I say, I will not have to kill you, and I might even
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