August 14, 2042

A summary of casualties from the weeks following the BlackNet rebellion of 2042:

1 highly ranked member of BlackNet killed by knife wound in their HQ.
14 guards and 33 prisoners die in the Fairfax prison the night Travis Lothian escaped.
21 Highly Trained military personnel die revisiting the mountain cabin where Travis was originally captured. It had been rigged with explosives.
453 reports of suicides from across the country in the hours immediately after the shutdown.
Over 3,000 dead across the country from lack of medical necessities such as medicine, ventilators, etc.
4,000 dead in riot related casualties such as looting and panic.
346 people die in 8 separate plane crashes resulting directly from inability to access in-flight technology.

    Travis Lothian sits in his lair cleaning his fingernails with a hunting knife his father gave him. Next to him are two young girls. Looking detached like they were under water. I walk in to update him on the progress of sustaining control of the internet.
    “Travis, we still have control of the main servers, but we are sensing the interference. They have the best scientists in the world working agains----” He cut me off.
    “Which one of these girls would you rather fuck?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You heard me. Which one of these girls would you rather fuck?”
    I looked at them with my hands up as though to say “I’m sorry”. He was tweaking. His eyes were red and he looked awful. I recognized one of the girls as the waitress from Wild Ginger a few weeks before. The one with the pigeon tattoo.
    “I don’t think they appreciate us speaking about them that way.”
The next thing I knew I heard the girls scream and I felt warm blood running down my thighs and Travis’ breath in my face.
    “Thanks for helping me take over the world,” he whispered. “Your services are no longer needed.”

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