Prologue:
	The monitoring tower fell with a BANG. The operation was successful, but if we did not get out of there soon, the observation drones might find what out what we had done. I grabbed my gray duffle bag and ran down the gravel pathway, making careful note that the fire from the tower did not reach the forest...
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	 I had no idea that this time next week I would be taking down a government tower. Unfortunately, that is not how life works. I did all of my normal things... woke up, walked out to the kitchen, opened the pantry, garbed a dehydrated fruit tablet labeled “orange” and began my day. I got dressed in blue jeans and a plain blue T-shirt. I was fair skinned, and had bushy brown hair, and dark green eyes.  On my way out the door, I heard the 3DTCD (Three Dimensional Tele-Communications Device.)  . I gave the command: 
	“PHONE, ON.” The wall nearest me projected a very fuzzy figure. She was stuck in some sort of a time loop, a paradox of sorts.
	“Help. Help.” was all the figure could say before getting cut off, and looped.
	“Help, Help,” she said again.
	“What are you doing? How did you get this number?”
	“Help, Help.” I was beginning to be come frustrated.
	“PHONE OFF.” The figure became slowly transparent.
I did not think this was odd, probably a malfunction.  I continued on with my day, and left for work.
	I sat down in my cubicle, and sighed deeply, I began my day. When I got home my digital assistance droid meet me at the door.
	“Hello David.” The droid said in a very robotic tone.
	“Hello droid.” I responded.
	“Do you want some coffee?” He extended a spasmodic arm.
	“No, thanks.”
	“Okay, master.”
	He wheeled away... I got ready for bed, and was about to sleep, but I heard the 3DTCD, and lazily moaned:
	“PHONE ON.” My ceiling lit up with the same blurry figure.
	“HELP, HELP.” This time I wanted to get some characteristics
	“Black hair, blue eyes, brown plaid dress.” I said to myself.
	“PHONE OFF.” Again, the image faded to transparency.
I laid down, and was becoming worried. Who is this woman? What does she need help with? Is she dangerous? I sat awake and thinking... Finally I fell asleep.
	The next morning, I heard 3DTCD. This time I was expecting the woman,
	“PHONE ON.”
	“Help, Help
	“Good morning.”
	“Help, Help.”
	“With?”
	 “I need help-help, help.”
I was getting nowhere.
	“Can you tell me your name?”
	“I am Michelle.”
FINALLY, progress!
	“What is wrong Michelle?”
	“The government.”
	“The government?”
	“The government-government.” She was becoming glitched, and time looped as normal.
	“What is the problem with the government?”
	“The people-MUST SAVE THE PEOPLE!” She was clearly upset, but faded slowly.
	“I DID NOT COMMAND YOU TO SHUT OFF!” I screamed.
	“PHONE ON! PHONE ON! PHONE ON!”  it was no use.
		I worked at the monitoring-data-center and they were updating software said to be “THREE TIMES AS FAST!” So I stayed home, and studied this mystery figure. What did I know about her? She was female. She has brown hair, blue eyes, and a brown plaid dress. She was stuck in some sort of time loop, and thought the government was corrupt. That was all I knew. How could I contact her? She phoned me every day around 8:00am, and 10:00pm. I could wait until 8:00.
	7:46...7:50...7:53...7:55...7:57...8:00!!!
The 3DTCD rang...
	“PHONE ON.”
	“The government, corrupt-corrupt.”
	“Yes, yes. Do you know anything else?”
	“A meeting.”
	“A meeting? What sort meeting?”
	“There is a meeting, with people, and security and things.”?	“What do they do at these meetings?”
The image went gray, and fuzzy, then came back.
	“Meet me-Bridge- Howell Ave. -12:00PM.”
The figure went blurry once again. It was hard to understand, but I got the woman’s main point. There was a meeting, an important meeting, and if I went to the bridge, she would tell me more. So, I went.
	The night was dark, and riddled with fog, rats, and disgusting animals were everywhere. No matter how much the government fixed up the landscape, they must of never have been out at night. I was there, but where was the woman?
	“Hello David.” Someone rapidly said to me.
	“How do you know my name?”
	“I know everyone’s name. David” This time the person made “David” stretch very long, as if to rub it in that they knew my name.
	“Tell me who you are, or you will be hearing from my lawyer...”
	“David, I am the woman from the calls.” I was almost in shock.
	“So nice to meet you in person.” I extend my hand in an awkward gesture, and she did not want to shake hands. I pulled away.
	“There is something I must tell you.”
	“Government corrupt-corrupt?”
	“No,” she laughed.
	“What is it then?”
	“The government is watching us David,” she leaned in as if it would have an effect on the powers of my mind.
	“Yes, I know, I work at the monitoring-data-center.”
	“But they are even watching you.”
	“Why would they be watching me? I am watching everyone else.”
	“That is just the way they do things.”
	“So?”
	“So, they have taken it to far this time.”
	“In what way?”
	“They have these meetings, where they talk about the status of the government, and how to take control of the people.”
	“How do you know all this?”
	“I used to work at the monitoring-data-center just like you.”
	“Okay?”
	“I heard something I shouldn’t, and they fired me.”
	“Just like that?”
	“Just like that.”
	“Okay, well I need to go to work-” I was interrupted…
	“Don’t you see?! That is just busy work! Designed to keep you out of the government’s hair!” She was upset.
	“Fine then, tell me more.”
	“The government is using these things, kind of like internet signaling towers. Radio towers of sorts.”
	“What do the towers do?”
	“Monitor.”
	“What kind of ‘monitor’?”
	“They monitor people’s data, family photos, websites, emails, everything.”
	“Okay...?”
	“When a tower finds something it doesn’t like, it ‘blocks’ it.”
	“Blocks it?”
	“More of shutdown.”
	“Why would they do that?”
	“Power.”
	“So what can we do?”
	“Take one down.”
	“How?” I looked grimly at her.
	“Explosions,” she smiled. I was starting speculate, but I went along with it.
	The woman explained there was a “government monitoring tower” right out side of city lines. She wanted to take one down, but needed my work clearance to get in the building. We took public transport to the edge of the city, and walked the rest of the way. I had brought a grey duffle bag with me, it had contents that included all of the things she said we needed to take it down.
“The tower is just over this ridge,” she continued up a small hill, and signaled me to follow. I did, and saw the tower.
	It was a very large, metal like, building, in a crossed like pattern. I walked down, and saw there was only one entrance, and only one exit. Not very fire safe I thought.
	“Give me your key card.” Michelle extended her hand, and looked back at me. I hesitated, and gave her my card.
	“Do you have the things I told you to get?”
I nodded. I swung the duffle back off my shoulder, I set it next to the door, and watched Michelle swiped my key card through some sort of scanning device, attached to the door way. She opened the door. We were in.
“Set explosives there, there, there, and there,” she pointed to all of the major walls, and supports. I picked up the duffle bag, and did as she instructed. I then wired everything to a “kill switch” we headed for the hills- Literally. I pushed the kill switch, and watched the monitoring tower fell with a BANG, the operation was successful, but if we did not get out of there soon, the observation drones might find what out what we had done. I grabbed my gray duffle bag, and ran down the gravel pathway. Making careful note that the fire from the tower did not reach the forest...
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		Revolution 	                          AAPS ITD	
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