Played Your Eyes 1: Establishing Shot

Rumours were that Banks had been out with a bad case of Plagiawrist for two months. He’d won the award for warzone reporting in a sinkhole estate in Essex but had felt burned out thereafter and had resorted to taking Remix – a neural net hack drug that allowed you to speed-edit someone else’s work and pour back out onto the page through an instantaneous thesaurus filter that made it sound like it had been written by someone else. The reason he was in charge of the team being sent in to cover the ARMY taking of the last royalist stronghold in the country was because no other fucker wanted to do it.

ARMY stood for Anti-Royal Mass Youth and they had been possibly the biggest surprise that had ever come along to kick a sitting government up the arse and shake them out of the circle-jerk revery that a third term seemed to have pushed them into.

You were born criminalised – the profiling taking a long hard look back down your ancestral line to determine by very clever maths what exactly it might be that you were worth. Generally the answer came back – not much. If it wasn’t true the computers didn’t care, and the civil servants operating the consoles didn’t give two tugs of a dead politician’s cock either.

Anti-social behaviour orders had once been issued as social control means that sought to prevent the need for police intervention – they didn’t work. The Anti-Social Person Identification Card (ASPIC for short) was a pre-emptive strike that kept you locked down as soon as your first kick from the womb was felt and recorded.

The youth had nothing to lose. They couldn’t get jobs, they weren’t allowed to travel freely, and they were constantly hassled by the police force; the only thing that gave theem any kind of protection and sense of place was the gangs that they all gravitated towards. Given the intense pressure brought to bear on them by the situation they were in it was hardly surprising, at least to the people who had been watching, when the gangs began to organise into a larger structure.

The hit and run tactics of the early months got them labelled as terrorists and the measurements used to deal with them were escalated accordingly. It didn’t matter – they were fighting for something bigger than the individual lives of their members. The future shouldn’t be locked up or witheld from someone, but that was what had happened. The royals were just a symbol of what they stood against and were by no means the main target – turn the country on its head and start at the top – that was how the thinking went.

There was no single leader of ARMY, no matter the propaganda that the government issued, and there wwas no need for one. Each leader, gathering together in a council could speak for their own men without fear of misunderstanding. It worked perfectly well – the government just didn’t understand so tried to promote the idea that it didn’t work.

Today was a big day.

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One Response

  1. Hmm…intriguing start. Back to British, huh?

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