PAL Squad vs Free Speech

by Robert Gryfft

"Cover your ears, Pianotits." The Logician finished his drink.

She looked at him sharply. "This is the real deal?"

"Confirmed. Authentic deathsong. I estimate twenty seconds until lethal memetic discharge." He smiled coolly. "Don't worry," he said. "I've got two Savants--"

Someone shrieked in pain-- briefly.

The Logician drew his Beretta. "Too early. Something's wrong."