[ WP ] The year is 2213 . You 've been illegally picked up in the latest sweep by corporate police on the grounds that you 're a debtor . They have no idea who they 'd just grabbed and thrown in the back of the bus with a simple ziptie around your wrists .

2:13 AM 
 
 ‘ Don ’ t be scared mi Mari, don ’ t be scared ’ Maria thought to herself. 
 ‘ Believe in your plan. They WILL come tonight. They can ’ t of figured the codding errors through yet. The messages were too obscure. The genome alterations were novel and undetectable. ’ 
 
 2:54 AM 
 
 A high pitched whizzing filled the air around Maria ’ s apartment until her neo-oaken door disintegrated into itself as the as the corporate police ’ s object-reclaimers did their job. Quietly and efficiently seventeen corporate police officers entered the living room. 
 
 ‘ Don ’ t be scared mi Mari ’ echoed through Maria ’ s head; the words of her grandmother in the halcyon days. 
 
 Silently and without warning three CPOs opened the door to her sleeping quarters pulled her from her bed. Within moments her hands were zip-tied and her eyes covered. They then turned her over and placed her back down onto her bed. One of the CPO technospecialists installed a spinal lockout on her third vertebrae. Her body went limp. Two brute officers entered the room, each monstrously genome enhanced, nearing seven feet in height and weighing more than 300 pounds each. The wrapped her in a body casing and hustled her out of the room and down the seven flights of stairs to street level. Tears began to drip inside her Maria ’ s blindfold. 
 
 ‘ I ’ m coming for you abuelita. ’ 
 
 Once near a holding van they removed her body casing and tossed her into the back with two others. As her body flew through the air she caught glimpse of them. Neither were martyr volunteers that she recognized. That didn ’ t matter, she knew they were and felt a closeness to them and their shared sacrifice. 
 
 ‘ We must have only minutes now. I ’ m scheduled to be one of the last. I hope the consumers catch the message. It ’ s time we be citizens again. ’ 
 Maria smiled. Eight years she had coded for Neo-South. Eight long years she had worked her way up the ranks. She passed every lie detector, every dream surveyor, and consumed as she should. All for this. Her capture was proof that four decades of work by the Revolted Citizens had succeeded. 
 
 Maria smiled. Her mouth lay numb and showed no movement, but inside, where it mattered, Maria smiled. And then she exploded. 
 
 Brilliant white heat erupted from Maria ’ s holding van as nano-bombs exploded inside her body. The van was instantaneously disintegrated as were all seven CPOs riding in front. So too did her cohorts cease to be all over Dallas. 
 
 From the sky electricity drones sent error message after error message to power headquarters as light outputs reached preposterously anomalous levels; each error representative of nearly a dozen CPOs being ripped to shreds and thus dissolution of the army of the Corporate Czar. In total the sky drones measured 3654 error messages within seven thousandths of a second. 
 
 Near the capital building Revolted Citizens stormed from their living quarters and some from the sewers. Each wore the consumer-clothes of their position. Embroidered on the chest of each in the green and white colors of the revolution stood MARIA—each warrior ’ s debt to their former leader. 

