[Redbook5:288-289][19880815:0935d]{A
Narrative Dream: Future Security Forces [continued
(4)]}[15th
August 1988]
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[continued]
*(3)
I escaped and tried to find someone to warn. But in this world (as I
now realise) dedicated to entertainment and instruction, even the
Military Police in their red helmets were in the pubs, which were
noisy and crowded. The only Officer I found was hopelessly drunk; I
remember asking an ordinary soldier to take me to an Officer. While
I was looking for another one – there were distractions, like
people performing party trick acrobatics – the anarchists struck.
*[See
last 2 previous entries]
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