MANIFESTO BIG T
Not one member of Section A could hear the word manifesto and not cringe. On paper, the unit was supposed to deal with high level technology crime, but every other nut that got routed through Central1 had some kind of non specific gripe with technology. This morning was spent on 35 single spaced pages about computers conspiring to keep regular people from advancing in society. It turned out the guy was mad about his lottery cards never paying out, so he chucked D batteries at the dispenser for about fifteen minutes.
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