Neighbors wandered out into the dark, raining scene, attracted to the flashing lights and sirens. One unremarkable red-headed man seemed brave enough to forward a question to one of the grim-faced officials. In the background, other similarly grim figures dressed in rain ponchos, with visible badges,
escorted a handcuffed man into a waiting police vehicle.
"Excuse me, sir, but what's happening?"
The grim figure looked around, suprised. "Oh. Those people were discovered to be distributing unwanted information around the Internet. We're sure to be cracking down on more cases any day now.
"But what's wrong with that?" The man asked.
The large, intimidating figure looked dead-on with the woman. "Let's look at it this way. Think about how much information you are sent every day. Now, think about how much of that you actually use." The man pondered that for a moment.
"Now, consider how much time you spend recieving information that you, otherwise, have no use for." The man looked vaguely suprised.
"How much more time do you think you'd have, if you didn't recieve any information at all that was unrelated to your immediate task at hand?"
That last hit home. The man was nearly reeling. "I'd have so much more time..."
"We know. That's why we've decided to completely halt the spread of useless information. In fact, did you know that more useless information is spead globally per minute than pornography?"
The rest of the officials suddenly looked up, their ears perked, with startled looks on all of their faces. One made a low, rumbling whisper to another, and suddenly, all of them began to slowly advance on the traitor in their midst, weapons drawn.
The official who had made the fatal slip began to run, before discovering that he was surrounded on all sides. He screamed. "No, you don't understand, it was all a big mistake! I didn't mean it! It was just one slip! You can forgive a guy for one mistake, can't you?!"
The man who had originally approached the traitor sighed. He turned towards another officer, and flashed his badge. "I knew sooner or later we'd find the insider. He's been with the U.I.P. for what, ten years? We've all known he was a leak, but we just needed this opportunity to bring him down."
He shrugged. "I don't know about you, but this IA stuff really gets you down. I'd tell you I'm going home to a bottle of scotch and my beautiful wife, but that'd be a violation of rule #1, wouldn't it?"
They both chuckled as the gunshot rang out over the rain.