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In the intervening silence, as you hear the tingling accelerated whine of capacitors in the electroshock ram sparking and rapidly recharging, a gentle musical chime plays out across the displaced, billowing mist-advertisements illuminated in the diffuse blooms of glowing diode arrays.
The lilting, haunting voice of a woman tearfully whispers in the rising column of lights from the broadcast:
- The Climate Is The Future Of Our Children. All Are Equal Beneath The Stars. Paribus Foundation - Gift The Future To Our Children.
The mist broadcast would be quite heart-rending, maybe enough to even move the numbed soul of a psychotic mercenary brandishing a huge arsenal of firearms and weaponry - in the midst of demolishing the homes of poverty-stricken children, and in all likelihood killing or condemning to shelterless starvation all the residents of this slum in an unspeakable act of human atrocity.
Except as the emotional, beseeching woman's voice of the Paribus Philanthropy Foundation charity mist broadcast fades, and the rising column of lights passes, you can see in their shadow an ugly and garish tangle of mis-spelt graffiti, as if someone had carved welts of red into the wall behind:
- FUUCK the ISONOMY
- FREEDOM is PORNOCRACY
- KNIFE SISTERS 4 LIFE
