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February 6, 2008
To escape from these university offices was my only choice.

Fleeing the robots and bounce-mines, I exited the elevator. A door was ajar to my left. I shimmied sideways to see what was what. I saw a shadow of movement. I burst in, firing my shotgun.

The middle-aged woman dropped to the ground. She shouted, "I'm a bystander!" I pulled out my knife, sawed off her hands.

As I looked for ammo she cried, "Please, take my thesis. It's on the desk. See that the Dean gets it!"

It was entitled, "Freedom and Necessity: The Systemic Violence of Academic Architecture."