The phone clicked in his ear. And then the familiar monotonous voice chanted, 'Trump in November, Trump in November; win with Trump, President Donald Trump, our man – I am for Trump. I am for Trump. For TRUMP!' He rang off, then, and left the phone booth. It was hopeless.
At the counter of the drugstore he ordered a sandwich and coffee; he sat eating mechanically, filling the requirements of his body without pleasure or desire, eating by reflex until the food was gone and it was time to pay the bill. What can I do? he asked himself. What can anyone do? All the means of communication are gone; the media have been taken over. They have the radio, TV, newspapers, phone, b3ta ... everything that depends on microwave transmission or open-gap electric circuitry. They've captured it all, left nothing for us, the opposition, by which to fight back.
Defeat, he thought. That's the dreary reality that lies ahead for us. And then, when they enter office, it'll be our - death.
(At the counter of the drugstore he ordered a sandwich and coffee; he sat eating mechanically, filling the requirements of his body without pleasure or desire, eating by reflex until the food was gone and it was time to pay the bill. What can I do? he asked himself. What can anyone do? All the means of communication are gone; the media have been taken over. They have the radio, TV, newspapers, phone, b3ta ... everything that depends on microwave transmission or open-gap electric circuitry. They've captured it all, left nothing for us, the opposition, by which to fight back.
Defeat, he thought. That's the dreary reality that lies ahead for us. And then, when they enter office, it'll be our - death.
drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
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