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I suppose I should record what happened, for posterity. I find it highly doubtful that there will be any records remaining - the security cameras, no doubt, were deactivated. The soldiers, in all probability, were not disciplined for their actions. This, like any other violent incident during the riots, will probably slip away from the historical record, like it never was.

How do I begin?

It was an ordinary day. That is, what passes for an ordinary day, now. I was watching the news, my only contact to the outside world - we're very sheltered, very isolated in the base. The news isn't in depth, it's not deeply insightful, but it's enough.

When the door opened, I thought it was Angilo. I was tense, anxious - not in the quiet, terrified way the Terrans have been, for the last month. I wasn't terrified, I was angry, I was frustrated.

It wasn't just one set of footsteps that came inside. There were too many

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It's harder to write this than I expected. What if the military is still spying on me? It's difficult to think that someone I don't know is finding this out about me, analyzing it, storing it in a little file with the potential for using it later.

There were six of them. Maybe seven. The highest ranked was a corporal. Enlisted army men, the kind that they use as guards to prevent the Martians from escaping.

Well, I suppose putting someone in the hospital is a sufficient deterrent to escape.

I would rather not record the rest.

{It is interesting to note that Rayne was correct in his criticism of the historical record. There is no mention of this incident in the logs surrounding his capture and imprisonment. Likewise, there are no disciplinary records for the postulated seven soldiers involved. The only other mention of this incident can be found in the video recordings of General Angilo's testimony at a hearing, prior to his appointment to the special fugitive investigation squad.}