From:	Tim Skirvin <tskirvin@***.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Kent Brockman continues to bring the news...
Date:	Fri, 11 Nov 1994 22:34:35 -0600

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(The scene is a hastily made television studio. Sitting at the desk is what
looks like a street samurai, or maybe a decker, with long brown hair and
a heavily cybered skull and body.)

I don't know who out there is getting this, but...

My name is Rodan. I'm in Chicago. And I'm doing my best to get something
out so that someone will come fragging RESCUE some of us.

Chicago, as you know, has been quarantined. I also know that it's common
fragging knowledge that there are bugs.

This morning, while I was attempting to get something, ANYTHING done in the
Matrix, the entire Matrix suddenly shut down temporarily. When it got back
up a few seconds later, it was discovered that all outgoing routers were not
going to work. Almost every connection to the Matrix was completely
severed from Chicago.

Except for the military lines.

For those that do not understand, we are under a blackout here. Nothing
in, nothing out...except for the military.

Additionally, approximately fifteen minutes later, a massive ECM field sent
out into the city shut down any non-Matrix connections.

In other words, we're locked in. Entirely.

I'm getting this out through the military. I can't reveal my source, of course,
but this should be delivered to every Shadowland board out there.

Distribute this.

We are stuck here, and the government is doing nothing. We're running low on
food. Thousands are dead, hundreds missing. There are bugs everywhere. Frag,
I've lost half of my friends by now, and those survivors here are holding on
for dear life.

Frag it all, two hours ago we were jumped by about five true-form
Roaches. We lost our mage, and my best friend is sitting here wounded
and dying. Dammit, Stumpy's dying here!

GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE. Get the government to take out these goddamned
BUGS, get someone in here to take care of the wounded, get this drekhole back,
dammit.

Gods, I'm running out of time. This transmission has to be short...

JUST GET US OUT OF HERE.

Rodan out.
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-- Kent Brockman <10:30:30/11-11-55>