{"data":{"id":12822,"title":"Cassandra's Tears: Issue #7","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/comm-link\/serialized-fiction\/12822-Cassandras-Tears-Issue-7","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-links\/12822","api_public_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/comm-links\/12822","channel":"Undefined","category":"Undefined","series":"Cassandra's Tears","images":[{"id":109,"name":"CalMasonFI_Crop.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/media\/dzgf0umox510mr\/source\/CalMasonFI_Crop.jpg","alt":"","size":2001824,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2013-07-19T05:28:41+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/109","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/109\/similar"}],"images_count":1,"translations":{"en_EN":"Penny stared at her blank SysBook. It was totally dead. It wouldn\u2019t even turn on. This was not happening, not after all she went through to customize this rig. Over the next few hours, she disassembled it and checked every inch of circuitry and wire. Nothing seemed blown, broken, or even frayed.\n\nWhile she admitted to herself that the crash was a direct result of accessing classified files, she discounted it for two reasons. One, the files on the Cassandra project were fifty years old, and two, she never heard of a way to one-shot an intruding system remotely, not without giving her some kind of warning. Hour four passed and the frustration had really started to set in.\n\n\u201cLt. Penelope Ayala.\u201d A voice said from the doorway.\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d She snapped as she whirled toward the door. Three MP\u2019s were standing there. \u201cOh.\u201d * * * *\nThe pirate crew of the Constellation class ship called the Phoenix slept. Nesser was supposed to be flying but, based on the snores that reverberated from the helm, his drink had gotten the better of him. Before turning in, they handcuffed Cal Mason to the wall between the cockpit and the forward docking collars.\n\nHe started to memorize storage bays, where tools were kept, anything that could come in handy if this situation turns sour. Currently, he was on the lookout for anything that could double as a lockpick.\n\nA beeping from the helm pulled Cal away from his search. Nesser snored through it. Finally, Cal heard the door that led to the cargo hold and quarters open. Sasha walked up to the helm and shut off the alert. Trunk followed.\n\n\u201cGet him the hell out of here.\u201d Sasha said. Trunk yanked Nesser out of the pilot seat and Sasha took his place.\n\n\u201cWhat the hell, man?\u201d Nesser slurred before Trunk dumped him onto the floor by Cal.\n\n\u201cStay down.\u201d Trunk put a foot on Nesser\u2019s chest and pointed, \u201cWhen we touch down, we pay you off and you\u2019re gone. Got it?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe\u2019re getting close.\u201d Sasha said. Trunk nodded. Then they both looked at Cal.\n\n\u201cGet up.\u201d Trunk said.\n\nCal stood. Trunk unlocked the cuffs from the wall then re-cuffed his hands together while Sasha dug a pistol out of her locker and charged it. She pulled Cal into the back of the ship where the cargo was being stored.\n\nHe saw the familiar outline of P52 stowed in the floor among the stacks of cargo. Cal had flown a smaller variant of the short-range fighter back when he was at the Home. That one was a starter ship, a kid\u2019s model, but to him, it was escape. Over the years, he got to know that baby inside out.\n\nCal caught a glimpse of Mahony, the ship\u2019s mechanic, watching from the sleeping quarters.\n\nSasha stopped at a stack of crates. She opened a hidden panel and punched a code. A door popped open with a hiss. All of the separate cargo crates were in fact one big empty smuggling container.\n\nSasha motioned inside with the pistol. Cal scoped it out before he stepped inside. She followed and Trunk sealed it. This container was recently used to smuggle people. There was already a stool and an empty bucket that had an odor about it. Unfortunately for Cal, he was on the bucket side of the container.\n\n\u201cGrab a seat.\u201d Sasha said with a smirk. Cal flipped the bucket with his foot and sat down. Sasha sat across from him, the pistol leveled at him.\n\n\u201cWon\u2019t your crew need you?\u201d Cal said as he sank down on the bucket.\n\n\u201cI think they can handle it. Besides, if Customs catches me on a scan\u2026\u201d Sasha sighed, \u201clet\u2019s just say, it\u2019ll be problematic.\u201d\n\n\u201cMaybe the criminal lifestyle doesn\u2019t agree with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no. It suits me fine. Besides, give it a month or two and they\u2019ll forget. You guys always do.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome on. Always looking over your shoulder? Not knowing who to trust? That\u2019s no way to live.\u201d\n\n\u201cRight, because living and dying at the whim of UEE overlords is really the way to go.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s an honest life.\u201d Cal said without hesitation. Sasha stared at him for a second before chuckling.\n\n\u201cWell, as someone who\u2019s seen the receiving end of UEE bombs on Cathcart, you can call it a life if you want but don\u2019t you dare call it honest.\u201d * * * *\nA horde of ships coalesced into the roughest semblance of a line at the border to the Banu Protectorate. UEE Customs performed a thorough examination before granting access to the jump-point. AutoTurrets and Drones covered every inch of the distance between the checkpoint and the jump-point to prevent runners.\nThe line of ships, most of them traders and haulers, inched forward. The Phoenix slowly drifted toward the jump-point. Trunk was at the controls. Nesser paced around behind him and gnawed on his fingernails.\n\nFinally it was their turn. The Phoenix glided toward the checkpoint. A Customs Agent appeared over the Comms. Trunk uploaded the tags. The ship\u2019s body hummed as scanners moved across it. * * * *\nBack in the container, Cal and Sasha glared at each other. They both looked up when they heard the scanners. Sasha looked back at Cal first.\n\u201cLook, once we get through, we\u2019re going to make a decision about what to do with you.\u201d She said quickly, \u201cThe majority is leaning towards the airlock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI see.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you have a choice.\u201d she hesitated for a moment, \u201cCome with us.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d Cal didn\u2019t see that one coming.\n\n\u201cYou saw Nesser, he\u2019s on the outs. We could use someone like you.\u201d Her emerald eyes almost glowed, despite the dimmed light. \u201cWithout the rules and orders, life\u2019s wild, unpredictable, passionate. And who knows, maybe you\u2019ll like it. If not, earn your keep for a couple months and you can go back.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re asking me to abandon my friends, my ship, my duty, to save my own life?\u201d Cal actually looked like he was considering it.\n\n\u201cIf it keeps you out of the airlock, sure.\u201d Sasha shrugged and grinned, \u201cIt\u2019s not like they\u2019d ever have to know.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019d know.\u201d Cal looked her in the eye, any hint that he considered this proposition utterly vanished. \u201cAnd that\u2019s enough.\u201d\n\nThe scanning stopped. They heard the engines kick in. There was that familiar lurch of the stomach of passing through the jump-point. Cal and Sasha returned back to their respective glares.\n\nAfter several minutes, the compartment door hissed and opened. Trunk was there. Sasha pushed past him. Trunk pulled Cal to his feet and brought him back into the cargo hold.\n\nSasha stowed her pistol back at her bunk. Trunk held Cal firm and looked to her.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s the verdict?\u201d He said. Sasha was quiet for a moment or two. She looked back at Cal. He stared right back, defiant.\n\n\u201cKill him.\u201d . . . TO BE CONTINUED","de_DE":"Penny starrte auf ihr leeres SysBook. Es war total tot. Es wollte sich nicht einmal einschalten. Das passierte nicht, schlie\u00dflich ging sie nicht durch, um dieses Rigg anzupassen. In den n\u00e4chsten Stunden zerlegte sie es und \u00fcberpr\u00fcfte jeden Zentimeter der Schaltung und des Kabels. Nichts schien geblasen, gebrochen oder gar ausgefranst zu sein.\n\nW\u00e4hrend sie sich selbst gegen\u00fcber zugab, dass der Absturz eine direkte Folge des Zugriffs auf geheime Dateien war, diskontierte sie ihn aus zwei Gr\u00fcnden. Erstens, die Dateien \u00fcber das Kassandra-Projekt waren f\u00fcnfzig Jahre alt, und zweitens, sie hat noch nie von einem Weg geh\u00f6rt, ein eindringendes System aus der Ferne zu erschie\u00dfen, nicht ohne sie irgendwie zu warnen. Die vierte Stunde verging und die Frustration hatte wirklich begonnen.\n\n\"Lt. Penelope Ayala.\" Eine Stimme sagte vom Eingang aus.\n\n\" Was!\" Sie schnappte zu, als sie zur T\u00fcr wirbelte. Drei Abgeordnete standen da. \" Oh.\"\n\n\n* * * *\nDie Piratenbesatzung des Schiffes der Konstellationsklasse namens Phoenix schlief. Nesser sollte fliegen, aber aufgrund des Schnarchens, das vom Steuer aus nachhallte, war sein Getr\u00e4nk besser geworden. Bevor sie einlenkten, fesselten sie Cal Mason an die Wand zwischen dem Cockpit und den vorderen Andockhalsb\u00e4ndern.\nEr fing an, sich Lagerpl\u00e4tze zu merken, in denen Werkzeuge aufbewahrt wurden, alles, was n\u00fctzlich sein k\u00f6nnte, wenn diese Situation sauer wird. Derzeit war er auf der Suche nach allem, was sich als Dietrich erweisen k\u00f6nnte.\n\nEin Piepen vom Helm zog Cal von seiner Suche ab. Nesser schnarchte durch sie hindurch. Schlie\u00dflich h\u00f6rte Cal die T\u00fcr, die zum Laderaum f\u00fchrte und das Quartier \u00f6ffnete. Sasha ging zum Helm und schaltete den Alarm aus. Der Kofferraum folgte.\n\n\"Schaff ihn verdammt nochmal hier raus.\" Sagte Sasha. Der Kofferraum zog Nesser aus dem Pilotensitz und Sasha \u00fcbernahm seinen Platz.\n\n\"Was zum Teufel, Mann?\" Nesser meckerte, bevor Trunk ihn von Cal auf den Boden warf.\n\n\" Bleib unten.\" Der Kofferraum setzte einen Fu\u00df auf Nessers Brust und zeigte: \"Wenn wir landen, zahlen wir dich aus und du bist weg. Verstanden?\"\n\n\"Wir sind nah dran.\" Sagte Sasha. Der Kofferraum nickte. Dann sahen sie beide Cal an.\n\n\" Steh auf.\" sagte Kofferraum.\n\nCal stand auf. R\u00fcssel \u00f6ffnete die Manschetten von der Wand und fesselte dann seine H\u00e4nde wieder zusammen, w\u00e4hrend Sasha eine Pistole aus ihrem Schlie\u00dffach grub und sie auflud. Sie zog Cal in den hinteren Teil des Schiffes, wo die Ladung gelagert wurde.\n\nEr sah den vertrauten Umriss von P52, der im Boden zwischen den Ladungsstapeln verstaut war. Cal hatte eine kleinere Variante des Kurzstreckenj\u00e4gers zur\u00fcck geflogen, als er im Home war. Das war ein Startschiff, ein Kindermodell, aber f\u00fcr ihn war es eine Flucht. Im Laufe der Jahre lernte er das Baby auf den ersten Blick kennen.\n\nCal erhaschte einen Blick auf Mahony, den Mechaniker des Schiffes, der von den Schlafr\u00e4umen aus zusah.\n\nSasha hielt an einem Stapel Kisten an. Sie \u00f6ffnete ein verstecktes Feld und stie\u00df einen Code ein. Eine T\u00fcr sprang mit einem Zischen auf. Alle einzelnen Frachtkisten waren in Wirklichkeit ein gro\u00dfer leerer Schmugglercontainer.\n\nSasha bewegte sich mit der Pistole nach innen. Cal hat es herausgeschnitten, bevor er reingetreten ist. Sie folgte und Trunk versiegelte es. Dieser Container wurde k\u00fcrzlich benutzt, um Menschen zu schmuggeln. Es gab bereits einen Hocker und einen leeren Eimer, der einen Geruch hatte. Leider f\u00fcr Cal, war er auf der Eimerseite des Containers.\n\n\"Setz dich hin.\" sagte Sasha mit einem Grinsen. Cal drehte den Eimer mit dem Fu\u00df um und setzte sich. Sasha setzte sich ihm gegen\u00fcber, die Pistole richtete sich auf ihn.\n\n\"Wird deine Crew dich nicht brauchen?\" sagte Cal, als er auf den Eimer sank.\n\n\"Ich denke, sie k\u00f6nnen damit umgehen. Au\u00dferdem, wenn der Zoll mich auf einem Scan erwischt....\" Sasha seufzte: \"Sagen wir einfach, es wird problematisch werden.\"\n\n\"Vielleicht stimmt der kriminelle Lebensstil nicht mit dir \u00fcberein.\"\n\n\"Oh nein. Es steht mir gut. Au\u00dferdem, gib ihm ein oder zwei Monate und sie werden es vergessen. Das tut ihr immer.\"\n\n\"Komm schon. Immer \u00fcber die Schulter schauen? Sie wissen nicht, wem Sie vertrauen k\u00f6nnen? Das ist keine Art zu leben.\"\n\n\"Richtig, denn nach der Laune der UEE-Oberherren zu leben und zu sterben ist wirklich der richtige Weg.\"\n\n\"Es ist ein ehrliches Leben.\" sagte Cal ohne zu z\u00f6gern. Sasha starrte ihn f\u00fcr eine Sekunde an, bevor er kicherte.\n\n\"Nun, als jemand, der das Ende der UEE-Bomben auf Cathcart gesehen hat, kann man es ein Leben nennen, wenn man will, aber wage es nicht, es ehrlich zu nennen.\"\n\n\n* * * *\nEine Horde von Schiffen verschmolz zu dem rauesten Anschein einer Linie an der Grenze zum Banu-Protektorat. Der UEE-Zoll hat eine gr\u00fcndliche Pr\u00fcfung durchgef\u00fchrt, bevor er den Zugang zum Jump-Point gew\u00e4hrte. AutoTurrets und Drohnen legten jeden Zentimeter der Strecke zwischen dem Kontrollpunkt und dem Sprungpunkt zur\u00fcck, um L\u00e4ufer zu verhindern.\nDie Schiffslinie, die meisten von ihnen H\u00e4ndler und Schlepper, entwickelte sich nach vorne. Der Ph\u00f6nix trieb langsam auf den Sprungpunkt zu. Der Kofferraum war an der Steuerung. Nesser schritt hinter ihm herum und nagte an seinen Fingern\u00e4geln.\nSchlie\u00dflich waren sie an der Reihe. Der Ph\u00f6nix glitt auf den Kontrollpunkt zu. Ein Zollagent erschien \u00fcber den Comms. Trunk hat die Tags hochgeladen. Der Schiffsk\u00f6rper brummte, als sich die Scanner \u00fcber ihn bewegten.\n\n\n* * * *\nZur\u00fcck im Container starrten sich Cal und Sasha an. Sie sahen beide auf, als sie die Scanner h\u00f6rten. Sasha blickte zuerst zu Cal zur\u00fcck.\n\"Schau, sobald wir fertig sind, werden wir eine Entscheidung treffen, was wir mit dir machen sollen.\" Sie sagte schnell: \"Die Mehrheit lehnt sich an die Luftschleuse an.\"\n\"Ich verstehe.\"\n\n\"Aber du hast die Wahl.\" Sie z\u00f6gerte einen Moment, \"Komm mit uns.\"\n\n\" Was?\" Cal hat das nicht kommen sehen.\n\n\"Du hast Nesser gesehen, er ist auf der Flucht. Wir k\u00f6nnten jemanden wie dich gebrauchen.\" Ihre smaragdgr\u00fcnen Augen strahlten trotz des abgedunkelten Lichts fast. \"Ohne die Regeln und Anweisungen ist das Leben wild, unberechenbar, leidenschaftlich. Und wer wei\u00df, vielleicht gef\u00e4llt es dir ja. Wenn nicht, verdiene deinen Lebensunterhalt f\u00fcr ein paar Monate und du kannst zur\u00fcckgehen.\"\n\n\"Du bittest mich, meine Freunde, mein Schiff, meine Pflicht aufzugeben, um mein eigenes Leben zu retten?\" Cal sah tats\u00e4chlich so aus, als w\u00fcrde er es in Betracht ziehen.\n\n\"Wenn es dich aus der Luftschleuse h\u00e4lt, sicher.\" Sasha zuckte mit den Achseln und grinste: \"Es ist ja nicht so, dass sie es jemals wissen m\u00fcssten.\"\n\n\"Ich w\u00fcrde es wissen.\" Cal sah ihr in die Augen, jeder Hinweis, dass er diesen Vorschlag f\u00fcr v\u00f6llig verschwunden hielt. \"Und das ist genug.\"\n\nDer Scanvorgang wurde gestoppt. Sie h\u00f6rten, wie die Motoren einschalteten. Es gab dieses vertraute Ruckeln des Magens, wenn man durch den Sprungpunkt ging. Cal und Sasha kehrten zu ihren jeweiligen Strahlen zur\u00fcck.\n\nNach einigen Minuten zischte die Abteilt\u00fcr und \u00f6ffnete sich. Der Kofferraum war da. Sasha dr\u00e4ngte an ihm vorbei. Der Kofferraum zog Cal auf die Beine und brachte ihn zur\u00fcck in den Frachtraum.\n\nSasha verstaute ihre Pistole wieder in ihrer Koje. Der Kofferraum hielt Cal fest und sah zu ihr.\n\n\"Wie lautet das Urteil?\" Sagte er. Sasha war f\u00fcr ein oder zwei Augenblicke still. Sie blickte zu Cal zur\u00fcck. Er starrte gleich zur\u00fcck, trotzig.\n\n\"T\u00f6te ihn.\"\n\n\n. . . WIRD FORTGESETZT","zh_CN":"Penny stared at her blank SysBook. It was totally dead. It wouldn\u2019t even turn on. This was not happening, not after all she went through to customize this rig. Over the next few hours, she disassembled it and checked every inch of circuitry and wire. Nothing seemed blown, broken, or even frayed.\n\nWhile she admitted to herself that the crash was a direct result of accessing classified files, she discounted it for two reasons. One, the files on the Cassandra project were fifty years old, and two, she never heard of a way to one-shot an intruding system remotely, not without giving her some kind of warning. Hour four passed and the frustration had really started to set in.\n\n\u201cLt. Penelope Ayala.\u201d A voice said from the doorway.\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d She snapped as she whirled toward the door. Three MP\u2019s were standing there. \u201cOh.\u201d * * * *\nThe pirate crew of the Constellation class ship called the Phoenix slept. Nesser was supposed to be flying but, based on the snores that reverberated from the helm, his drink had gotten the better of him. Before turning in, they handcuffed Cal Mason to the wall between the cockpit and the forward docking collars.\n\nHe started to memorize storage bays, where tools were kept, anything that could come in handy if this situation turns sour. Currently, he was on the lookout for anything that could double as a lockpick.\n\nA beeping from the helm pulled Cal away from his search. Nesser snored through it. Finally, Cal heard the door that led to the cargo hold and quarters open. Sasha walked up to the helm and shut off the alert. Trunk followed.\n\n\u201cGet him the hell out of here.\u201d Sasha said. Trunk yanked Nesser out of the pilot seat and Sasha took his place.\n\n\u201cWhat the hell, man?\u201d Nesser slurred before Trunk dumped him onto the floor by Cal.\n\n\u201cStay down.\u201d Trunk put a foot on Nesser\u2019s chest and pointed, \u201cWhen we touch down, we pay you off and you\u2019re gone. Got it?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe\u2019re getting close.\u201d Sasha said. Trunk nodded. Then they both looked at Cal.\n\n\u201cGet up.\u201d Trunk said.\n\nCal stood. Trunk unlocked the cuffs from the wall then re-cuffed his hands together while Sasha dug a pistol out of her locker and charged it. She pulled Cal into the back of the ship where the cargo was being stored.\n\nHe saw the familiar outline of P52 stowed in the floor among the stacks of cargo. Cal had flown a smaller variant of the short-range fighter back when he was at the Home. That one was a starter ship, a kid\u2019s model, but to him, it was escape. Over the years, he got to know that baby inside out.\n\nCal caught a glimpse of Mahony, the ship\u2019s mechanic, watching from the sleeping quarters.\n\nSasha stopped at a stack of crates. She opened a hidden panel and punched a code. A door popped open with a hiss. All of the separate cargo crates were in fact one big empty smuggling container.\n\nSasha motioned inside with the pistol. Cal scoped it out before he stepped inside. She followed and Trunk sealed it. This container was recently used to smuggle people. There was already a stool and an empty bucket that had an odor about it. Unfortunately for Cal, he was on the bucket side of the container.\n\n\u201cGrab a seat.\u201d Sasha said with a smirk. Cal flipped the bucket with his foot and sat down. Sasha sat across from him, the pistol leveled at him.\n\n\u201cWon\u2019t your crew need you?\u201d Cal said as he sank down on the bucket.\n\n\u201cI think they can handle it. Besides, if Customs catches me on a scan\u2026\u201d Sasha sighed, \u201clet\u2019s just say, it\u2019ll be problematic.\u201d\n\n\u201cMaybe the criminal lifestyle doesn\u2019t agree with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no. It suits me fine. Besides, give it a month or two and they\u2019ll forget. You guys always do.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome on. Always looking over your shoulder? Not knowing who to trust? That\u2019s no way to live.\u201d\n\n\u201cRight, because living and dying at the whim of UEE overlords is really the way to go.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s an honest life.\u201d Cal said without hesitation. Sasha stared at him for a second before chuckling.\n\n\u201cWell, as someone who\u2019s seen the receiving end of UEE bombs on Cathcart, you can call it a life if you want but don\u2019t you dare call it honest.\u201d * * * *\nA horde of ships coalesced into the roughest semblance of a line at the border to the Banu Protectorate. UEE Customs performed a thorough examination before granting access to the jump-point. AutoTurrets and Drones covered every inch of the distance between the checkpoint and the jump-point to prevent runners.\nThe line of ships, most of them traders and haulers, inched forward. The Phoenix slowly drifted toward the jump-point. Trunk was at the controls. Nesser paced around behind him and gnawed on his fingernails.\n\nFinally it was their turn. The Phoenix glided toward the checkpoint. A Customs Agent appeared over the Comms. Trunk uploaded the tags. The ship\u2019s body hummed as scanners moved across it. * * * *\nBack in the container, Cal and Sasha glared at each other. They both looked up when they heard the scanners. Sasha looked back at Cal first.\n\u201cLook, once we get through, we\u2019re going to make a decision about what to do with you.\u201d She said quickly, \u201cThe majority is leaning towards the airlock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI see.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you have a choice.\u201d she hesitated for a moment, \u201cCome with us.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d Cal didn\u2019t see that one coming.\n\n\u201cYou saw Nesser, he\u2019s on the outs. We could use someone like you.\u201d Her emerald eyes almost glowed, despite the dimmed light. \u201cWithout the rules and orders, life\u2019s wild, unpredictable, passionate. And who knows, maybe you\u2019ll like it. If not, earn your keep for a couple months and you can go back.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re asking me to abandon my friends, my ship, my duty, to save my own life?\u201d Cal actually looked like he was considering it.\n\n\u201cIf it keeps you out of the airlock, sure.\u201d Sasha shrugged and grinned, \u201cIt\u2019s not like they\u2019d ever have to know.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019d know.\u201d Cal looked her in the eye, any hint that he considered this proposition utterly vanished. \u201cAnd that\u2019s enough.\u201d\n\nThe scanning stopped. They heard the engines kick in. There was that familiar lurch of the stomach of passing through the jump-point. Cal and Sasha returned back to their respective glares.\n\nAfter several minutes, the compartment door hissed and opened. Trunk was there. Sasha pushed past him. Trunk pulled Cal to his feet and brought him back into the cargo hold.\n\nSasha stowed her pistol back at her bunk. Trunk held Cal firm and looked to her.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s the verdict?\u201d He said. Sasha was quiet for a moment or two. She looked back at Cal. He stared right back, defiant.\n\n\u201cKill him.\u201d . . . TO BE CONTINUED"},"links_count":0,"comment_count":65,"created_at":"2012-11-30T00:00:00+00:00","created_at_human":"13 years ago"},"meta":{"processed_at":"2026-05-14 15:37:57","valid_relations":["images","links"],"prev_id":12821,"next_id":12823}}