You're either in the field, or you're dead, with American intelligence.
I signed on for NSA HUMINT, on a contract to counter INTERPOL, a murder for hire firm that works for the highest bidder, a return to the days of the Cold War and the Russian Satellite States trading propaganda for food.
Am I dead, CIA?
Three objectives:
The Fifth Element and the ASPCA becoming
internet startup.
Cyber ROTC and the telnet backdoor hack
of DC Comics and other military intelligence companies by 4chan for a free
internet and fiction for kids, friends, not adults, me.
The downfall of the poverty poor myth
that gets countries to go to war, the rival press units, all Freemason.
Two charities:
Birdman’s recording empire for cops to
listen to hip hop, a new Motown scene (the concept of a shell company front
using a double inflective meaning, a cop callsign as an undercover, from Japan,
mythical until I used it; my soccer pass to AJ Doyle to make him the Hiller
star quarterback, football to football).
Cyberpunk 2077 (a video game that drives
fascists mad in the vein of “M is for Murder”, a Jacobin-Frenchman named Peter
Lorre’s film that gave Hitler a raving psychotic break so bad they had to put a
muzzle over him to sleep, shot and debuted in Germany, 1931).
Plus one last signal, to explain
myself. If they figure out why, they repeat the entire sequence for North
Korea, my birth.
A pyramid.
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