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300 million people gasped at the same moment as Channel flickered back into existence and the country saw a crowd of citizens, surround by Police, backed into a dead end alley. Ghetto birds beat wind against the ground, S.W.A.T tanks move forward with microwave turrets, set to disperse a crowd with no where to go. Inner acute rays of pain force most of the crowd to their knees. The metal clinks of a hundred metal canisters hit the ground and explode in a cloud of tear gas. The unarmed crowd is covered in the eye irritant, added to the momentary pains of invisible microwave rays. A ever present voice of authority rings throughout the chaos.

“Disperse, your right to assemble peacefully has been denied. You are now considered a threat. Disperse…”

The armed forces are the final chapter. The army of peace officer surges forward against the crowd with a savage blood lust. Months of training have led to this moment of battle and the patrol have learned well. Their billy clubs are an extension of their limbs. They fight through the battered crowd. The bodies are piled and processed, while a hand full of the arrested are pulled into the center of the alleyway. The officer form a circle and the lager among their numbers strip off riot gear. The Prisoners bonds are cut and they are left in the middle with no escape.

The stripped down officers crack knuckles and Lear at the puny pip squeaks. One of the thugs grabs a protest sign. He rips off the card board sharpie colored wish for peace and breaks the thick oak in two over the head of a protester. The hard dull crack is a bell ring to unleash the pack. The last 12 standing are thrown to the ground with boots kicked into their bodies. Officers pull them to their feet and throw their playable bodies back and forth between them. The camera swoops in close to see red eyes splattered with blood, gore, and filth.

Camera fades and opens on three Victorian gentlemen sat in a hot air balloon. Lions, gazelles, and elephants roam the African landscape spread out below them. The trio are in mid tea time, as they chat and enjoy a spectacular view. A caption at the bottom of the screen reads “5 Weeks in a Balloon -Jules Verne”

“I have always fancied that the end of the Earth will be when some enormous boiler, heated to three thousand millions of atmospheric pressure, shall explode and blow up our Globe!”

“And I add to that the Americans,” Joe said.” will not have been the last to work at the machine!”

“In fact,” assented the doctor,” They are great boiler-makers!”

Camera fades and opens on three young revolutionaries behind a executive desk. Everyone is dressed in black and yellow fatigues with the most decorated uniform sat in the chair. The background blue screen displays a American Flag flown upsides down and on fire. Flames crackle in undertones of the sound track and the seal on the front of the desk proclaims “The Bees”.

“Don’t be alarmed, America, the Bees have your reception. We are in control of your vertical and horizontal. We broadcast the truth and you have just seen the acts of last nights protest.

“2000 people, or 90% of all people present, were arrested for their right to voice their opinion. Police backed them into a corner then savagely beat the peaceful group. A clear abuse of their power. The plastics smiles have no plans to tell you about it. They will offer you altered visions but they never speak truth.

“Remember, the Bees are out here to gather the honey of freedom. We are a voice and you are a voice. We cannot allow our lives to go on in this culture of fear and restriction. We must be free humans.”

The decorated Bee pounds his fist into the desk top and stands as an exclamation. In the dolby surround sound, a door is battered open. Sounds of splintered wood rain on the concrete floor. Shouts of Authority are issued. The decorated bee’s eyes become wide as gun fire opens a hole in middle of his forehead. The blue screen burning flag of a country in distress is splattered in gray matter. His lifeless body, frozen for a moment, falls forward onto the desk. The camera swings around to catch the riot squad and the barrel of their guns. A gunshot breaks the camera lens and ends transmission.