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The Nguyen family sat closely gathered together by the radio in their apartment. Life in the underground complexes of Society Grid carried on as usual. Their government assured them that the Angel military presence in the vicinity was merely part of a trap against the Datatech troops, so there was no reason for concern. Yang was a brilliant leader, of course. Right now, they were trying to catch the final part of the evening theater performance, broadcast live from Unity Lair.
Of course, now with these blasted sunspots, reception was poor at best. Father Nguyen had worked hard to hook up various antenna and devices to enhance the signal, and it seemed to work. But in their daily frantic channel surfing, they had started picking up military frequencies. Both the bizarre electronic signals they had learned to associate with the Datatech communications, and of course the familiar voices of loyal Hive soldiers, shouting out their orders and damage reports.
But today, right in the middle of the monologue by comrade Ulrich, the Nguyens picked up something different. A plethora of voices came streaming out of the radio, uttering short and concise phrases, with precision timing and order. It was reminiscent of machine gun fire in rhythm, but the words did not usually make much sense. Sometimes it would stop abruptly, but just as suddenly start all over again a minute or so later. Father Nguyen was fascinated, though quite upset over missing his favourite part of the play.
Long after the play was over, Father continued to listen to the mysterious broadcasts. He eventually decided to call the military police to alert them of his discovery. It might get him some extra credits, perhaps even a transfer to the Rec Commons in The Hive.
The military of course confiscated his equipment, and transferred the Nguyens to front line service in Labor Network. Deep inside the Hive, military intelligence officers were frantically trying to decipher the Spartan command transmissions. There were many of them ... Finally, the Spartan military machine was moving. But where were they going? The entire Hive command center held its breath as the radio team triangulated the source of the transmissions.
Of course, now with these blasted sunspots, reception was poor at best. Father Nguyen had worked hard to hook up various antenna and devices to enhance the signal, and it seemed to work. But in their daily frantic channel surfing, they had started picking up military frequencies. Both the bizarre electronic signals they had learned to associate with the Datatech communications, and of course the familiar voices of loyal Hive soldiers, shouting out their orders and damage reports.
But today, right in the middle of the monologue by comrade Ulrich, the Nguyens picked up something different. A plethora of voices came streaming out of the radio, uttering short and concise phrases, with precision timing and order. It was reminiscent of machine gun fire in rhythm, but the words did not usually make much sense. Sometimes it would stop abruptly, but just as suddenly start all over again a minute or so later. Father Nguyen was fascinated, though quite upset over missing his favourite part of the play.
Long after the play was over, Father continued to listen to the mysterious broadcasts. He eventually decided to call the military police to alert them of his discovery. It might get him some extra credits, perhaps even a transfer to the Rec Commons in The Hive.
The military of course confiscated his equipment, and transferred the Nguyens to front line service in Labor Network. Deep inside the Hive, military intelligence officers were frantically trying to decipher the Spartan command transmissions. There were many of them ... Finally, the Spartan military machine was moving. But where were they going? The entire Hive command center held its breath as the radio team triangulated the source of the transmissions.
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