Killer Be
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Last published Wed, Aug 29, 2018
When humanity evolves into a hive mind, it makes murder much more difficult.
But not impossible.
Tanya was a police cadet when the Blessed Peace came over mankind. She's still a police cadet: even now that crime is almost eradicated, unnecessary. She serves a purpose, in the hive: she has a function. As long as police officers serve a function in the great shared consciousness, they will continue to serve. Even if it's just a matter of rescuing cats up trees, and filing paperwork.
When everyone, everywhere, has access to all awareness: how can murder exist? How can anyone possibly get away with it? And why would they want to?
But today is a very special day. Today, long disused police skills are required. Today, the North Willims Police Department have a real murder to solve...
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