The Heart was a bunch of showboating amateurs. They were practically begging for what happened to them. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good revolution, but they should’ve known not to fuck around and draw so much attention when they didn’t really have any moves to make. You live and learn, right? Well - maybe not so much for them.
Anyway, I’m not one of them. Information wants to be free, and mind games really aren’t my thing.
[without warning, the feed flips over to video of a young dark-haired woman, face lit up by the glow of computer monitors, the only illumination in an otherwise dark room. she sighs loudly, but her expression remains neutral.]
Is this enough verification from you, or do you need my mother’s middle name as well? Maybe the street where I grew up? And I’ve been here for two and a half years, if you must know. Got any other questions burning a hole in your pocket?
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Anyway, I’m not one of them. Information wants to be free, and mind games really aren’t my thing.
[without warning, the feed flips over to video of a young dark-haired woman, face lit up by the glow of computer monitors, the only illumination in an otherwise dark room. she sighs loudly, but her expression remains neutral.]
Is this enough verification from you, or do you need my mother’s middle name as well? Maybe the street where I grew up? And I’ve been here for two and a half years, if you must know. Got any other questions burning a hole in your pocket?