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Long 43°N   Lat 13°E

 “But this is such BULL-shit.” Finnish accent of an exasperated soldier. “I’m in the best bloody shape of my life. I feel great. I feel strong. Then they go and tell me I’ve got this bloody degenerative brain thing and 3 months. Fuck.” A two-heartbeat pause. “Just fuck.”
  “I've been telling you the sky is falling for years,” Sputters the reply out a stinted lilt of a computerised voice-box. “I am not getting any further from the tru–

  It was the kind of day where things just did not look quite right––although nothing was glaringly wrong. Complex systems often do not behave predictably. The finer details are often incomprehensible.

  Right before the analyst’s eyes a pattern seemed to emerge.

  Was it a mirage? No. There was a single device on the network that had started spamming. The incoming metadata was coded as Enemies Killed in Action. It suggested an airstrike with casualties. Non-combatants. Upon careful inspection that device did not appear to be injecting data from its usual dock. The geo tag said the origin of these new kills was 43°N 13°E. But that couldn't be right. That was here. Where we sat. Eritrea.

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