Keeping the Streets Clean

Luehmani applies for the colony project.

She doesn’t get in.

They find her tumblr blog. On the one hand, her bugbear is reds-- But she seriously considered killing them all, even if she decided against it. What if her bugbear changes? Can be trusted to follow orders, or will she at some point that now is the time for guns? Deciding against it doesn’t cut it. There are enough people applying that they feel no need to accept wannabe mass murderers.

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Credits get cheaper. She finds a partner. They have three children.

She’s proud of them all. None of them are high fliers, no five star generals or top stick ball players, but they are good greys. She’s proud of them for learning how. She’s proud of herself for teaching them how.

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She teaches them about the Biyani Crisis. Not to scare them, or to traumatise them, she says. So that they are informed. So that they are prepared.

She teaches them why they only have one grandfather. Who’s fault that is. (Who’s fault she thinks it is.) She teaches them that reds are evil. Untrustworthy. Dangerous.

Why would that make me feel better.

[Pace pace pace

If I knew who you were and where you are, yes.

A) You haven’t seen my face

He was thoroughly dissauded from face licking.

You are also presumably literate, and can read my about.

[The anon is blocked.

Luehmani has to put down her everything, and pace. She knew intellectually that people fucked reds, but the evidence that they actually did--

Why did you think my inbox was a good place to put this.

Not usually. We do get some creeps, especially in spring. Someone once asked if he could lick my face, with a full on dead-eyed stare. That was an experience. But most criminals manage to be not creepy, at least the ones I deal with.

(Some of the rapists and predators are more frighteningly creepy-- but those aren’t really my story to tell.)

I’m quite sure! (Why would I willingly work with redfuckers?) There have been no random firings, no arrests for pollution violations. Because why would there be any.

[This is true, as far as what she is saying is concerned.

But one of her colleagues did get arrested for tax fraud.

I’m assuming you are literate, and thus CAPABLE OF READING MY ‘ABOUT’.

(I personally wouldn’t describe domestic violence calls as entertaining.)

The weirdest recent call was someone ringing to complain about a riot outside their apartment in the grey district. We we’re quite surprised, and worried. Why would their be a riot? What was going on?

 The other factor was that there was no evidence there was riot going on. Apart from that one person’s call, there were no other calls, no ill-advised live streams, nothing.

So I and my partner were sent to check it out, with instructions to retreat and get back up if it really was a riot.

It was not a riot. It was more of a parade? A parade that repeatedly looped around one block. A drunken(?) parade. A costume parade. With a number of familiar faces.

After some investigation (ie walking up and asking ‘what the fuck?’), it turns out a bunch of people who’d been working riot control had decided to throw a celebration for FTL, because they couldn’t participate in the celebration while we were sorting out the reds situation.

We don’t! Why would we do that! It would be cannibalism* and eating something polluted!

It was just the first interpretation I had of that phrase. It wasn’t even what I was trying to say in the first place!