[ WP ] The world has become anonymous . Devices blur our faces , and , with no accountability , chaos reigns . You are a Technician .

`` You see scrub, the world as you know it is about to be changed. You swore the oath, you know what's coming.'' 
 My pot-bellied partner began, walking before me. 
 `` With the Anonymity out, people think they're untouchable, that they ca n't be traced, ca n't be hunted. Killed'' 
 He finished, looking directly at me. 
 `` But here's the kicker. The higher ups, praise the shit they sling at us, saw this coming. Anonymity blocks your view of other people. But it records the world as is. And now that you're a Technician, you too will see what Anonymity sees.'' 
 I glanced down at my badge. I may have bit more than I can chew this time. 
 
 
 `` First order of business, a murder down in the boondocks.'' 
 Said George, as he opened his PDA. 
 `` 26-year old, female. Left to die with entrails all around her'' 
 I finished. 
 
 `` This ai n't gon na be a pretty sight boy, you sure you want to be the one to hook in?'' 
 `` Yeah. The first one is the hardest right? It ai n't gon na get any easier.'' 
 
 I cradled the dead lady's head in my arm, and searched for the port. Anonymity is installed at the base of a person's neck. It's fully embedded in, with it's wires hijacking nerve connections in order to hide people's faces, and your own. It's installed at birth, aiming to remove every -ism there is, racism, sexism et cetera. But as with total anonymity, people lose their sense of responsibility. 
 
 I found the port and plugged in a reader, that corresponds to the one plugged into my port, and began watching her final moments. 
 
 The man was huge. No older than 40. He held the lady's head down, as my voice, her voice begged for mercy. He laughed manically, in a way how alcohol lends it's cadence to join his voice. He took out a hunting knife, it's edge gleaming in the streetlight that illuminated this gruesome murder, before plunging it into me, into her. 
 
 `` Hey George, he did n't show...'' I began, before I stopped. 
 As the woman fell to the ground, her eyes roam upwards, and I saw the murderer. 
 I saw his pot belly. 
 I saw his badge. 
 I saw my partner. 
 
 I reached for my gun, but he was quicker. 
 `` I did n't want you to see that scrub. But now that you did, you're gon na have to go. To the next one looking through his memory. Better shush eh?'' 
 
 
 I pulled myself out of the memory. The man laid where I left him, a gun shot wound square on his temple. I pulled out my incident report and wrote only two words. 
 `` Confirmed Suicide''
