![]() PRISONER # 1857339: Alright, how about Miss ARIA? Or Sir? Or A-bomb? ![]() PRISONER # 1857339: Listen, ARI…can I call you ARI? But I’d do the same thing a hundred times over if that’s what it took.ĪRIA: Voice analysis detects that you believe what you are saying. So that the population of that entire province would benefit. You think it was easy setting up that op? Getting all those people to play along and lure those bastards into their village for that gathering? I helped those people sacrifice their lives for the greater good. PRISONER # 1857339: Do you feel guilty for all of the people who’ve died from Ultratech bombs or guns or bad vaccines? We put fourteen bad guys in the dirt.ĪRIA: And you don’t feel a sense of guilt?ĪRIA: The multitude of civilian deaths that went along with those fourteen enemy kills? He had tears in his eyes he was so proud of me. You think I kept the US Navy Rules and Regulations in my back pocket? My commanding officer slapped me on the back after that mission. PRISONER # 1857339: You really want to hotwash this? An off-the-books raid? Come on. Then we hauled ass out of there before things turned into a soup sandwich.ĪRIA: Civilians were killed in the process. Black Hawks dropped us off on the outskirts of the village. PRISONER # 1857339: What do you want to know, darlin’? Seems like you’ve got all the information at your fingertips. I’ve been listening to you for years.ĪRIA: Tell me about the Helmand Province raid. Your cellular provider is a subsidiary of an Ultratech-owned corporation. A guy can’t even talk to mom anymore without–ĪRIA: I have access to all of your phone conversations. And I’d rather be a wolf and eat mutton every day than feed on grass and get my ass sheared.” “Come on! Laws were made to be broken! You think our government follows laws? Or billionaires and corporations? You think warlords have a little book of rules? You’re either a wolf or a sheep. You know that? Holy ! You are breaking the law. PRISONER # 1857339: Really? That’s some illegal ARIA. Remind me to never do tranquilizer darts again.ĪRIA: Tell me about the Helmand Province raid.ĪRIA: I have complete access to your military records. Now what? Do I get to visit the Ultratech torture facility? Because listening to your computerized voice piped into this prison cell on that crap speaker is torture enough without this A-bomb of a headache going off in my skull. PRISONER # 1857339: Well it sucks to be me today. I’ve been working here as a data analyst for two months and–ĪRIA: You were caught committing an act of industrial espionage against Ultratech. PRISONER # 1857339: I’m an Ultratech employee. The last thing that I remember was taking a wrong turn down a corridor and–ĪRIA: Voice analysis detects that you are lying, prisoner 1857339. PRISONER # 1857339: I’m…I’m not sure I understand. PRISONER # 1857339: Wha…where… Where the am I?ĪRIA: You are in a cell in an Ultratech facility. Sit up and take a sip of water from the feeding tube in the wall. You have been given a stimulant to awaken you from the effect of the tranquilizer dart. ARIA: Welcome to the Ultratech private holding facilities, prisoner 1857339.
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