Zero Negative
On 21th July 2020, a young boy on a bicycle is riding along a street in Palmers Green, north London.
He is hot and sweaty, the summer in the English capital has never been so intense and so long. He stops along a bridge in the cycle lane, to check that he has a pound in his rucksack to buy a cold fizzy drink. Suddenly, however, a couple of girls stop on the pavement beside him and raise their index fingers to the sky, distracting him.
Everyone starts to stop, a crowd literally grows out of nowhere.
On the horizon, six state-of-the-art drones have emerged from the trees of the nearby park, flying in synchrony, dragging floppy ropes with them. They climb upwards, vertically, higher and higher, until those ropes stretch and a hanged man starts writhing in front of everyone.
On his bare belly, the poor man sports a strange red inscription.
C O M, say the three lonely letters.
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