“We will begin playback now,” Edison Carter said. The screen went black.
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“I’m not sure when they’ll play this, so let me wish you a good morning, a good day, and a good evening.”
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It was a female voice, heavily modulated.
There was no picture. Only the words VOICE ONLY in the middle of the screen.
I closed my eyes. Maybe that way I could hear a kernel of the real person—which could very well have been Miach Mihie. Besides, if there were no picture, what was the point of looking at it?
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A lot of people have died.
A lot of people ended their own lives all at the same time.
I’m sure it was shocking.
I’m sure you’re frightened at the possibility of seeing someone die before your eyes.
We did this.
Our methods are, at present, a secret.
However, the framework for the method is already inside you, inside each of your brains.
It’s too late to take it out now.
You are all our hostages.
