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Journal Entry
[Found on page 78]
Note: The following is a newspaper article published when the government assumed control of the media, forcing papers, television, and movies to conform to The Agent’s point of view and always paint the government in a positive light. Any newspaper that wouldn’t conform was forced underground and, most were eventually hunted down and put out of business by one of The Agent’s many security squads.
Supreme Chancellor Rogers announced today that all news media and entertainment projects, including film and television, would have to be approved in advance of production by the government’s new media council. To begin immediately, media companies and publishers will have to submit written proposals of their work before the project can lawfully begin.
“For too long, television and movies have bombarded our families with violence and sex,” Chancellor Rogers said today in his announcement. “We will no longer allow our children to be subjugated to these perverse images. All movies, television, books, even the nightly news, will have to pass through our rigorous screening process, and any product deemed irresponsible to our family values will be cancelled before any production can begin.”
Along with television and movies, all newspapers, books, and magazines must also pass through the screening process. Any company or individual person caught in the process of producing media without permission will be incarcerated and sent before their local tribunal, where they will be tried for treason and sentenced appropriately.
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The two guards walked on each side of him down the long hallway. The shiny linoleum floor felt cold to his bare feet, and a slight draft wafted against his bare backside. After walking for several minutes, albeit slowly and still painfully, he could see a door a few hundred feet away; the door seemed to open into a small room, and he could see two people, a man and a woman sitting inside.
The larger of the two guards stopped and pointed into the room. “You, in there, now.”
“I’m really happy to see those years of phonic lessons haven’t been wasted on you, big guy,” 616 said with a smirk despite the pain he still felt in his raw throat.
“Fuck you,” the guard growled as he opened the door and pushed the prisoner into the room.
Inside, the two people sat across from him at a table. The first was a man, forty years old or so, too skinny, balding, wearing a suit which screamed, “I’m a lawyer; please take me seriously.” The other person was a woman 616 recognized instantly from the years she spent as a celebrity superhero, not to mention her stint as one of the founding members of The Seven. The white hair, the crystal blue eyes, the stunning good looks were all dead giveaways for the woman known throughout the world as The Ice Queen. 616 looked at her, momentarily enthralled by her looks. Her skin, at least what bit of it he could see, was as white as snow and flawless. Her hair, a sparkling white color that didn’t seem natural, was long and straight, with bangs just above her eyebrows which made the hair seem to frame her face.
“Sit down, Detective,” the lawyer said to the prisoner, calling 616 by a name he hadn’t heard in well over a year, though it felt much longer than that.
616 sat down, staring at the two people sitting across from him. “I’m here. Something you need?”
“Let’s see,” the lawyer began, shuffling a stack of papers in front of him. “Prisoner 616, real name unknown, better known by the moniker, ‘The Detective.’ Caucasian, six feet one, approximately 190 pounds, age approximately thirty-five years old, history unknown, but it is rumored that he was an actual homicide detective when his powers developed; he never registered with the old government, left the country, moving to Canada shortly