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Pinkgothic // author
Closed Circle // category
Warning Shot
2054-09-30 19:04:25 // time
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What kind of idiot hard disconnected both their children from the internet when there was evidence that hard disconnects killed the unfortunate souls? Apparently, the Folshams.

Justin's mind was a patchwork of emotions.

Guilt: Maybe if he hadn't mentioned the recent cluster of deaths, none of this would have happened? Maybe if he'd been more adamant about his reminder that Bitscorch did not recommend hard disconnects? Maybe if he'd kept his portrayal of the deaths to a minimum, rather than explaining what they did not yet know and what their variables were?

Anger and frustration: How could anyone do that to their children? How could they not at least wait until some consent was gotten? How could someone react in such a grossly irrational way? Weren't they civilised people? Were they still shackled to their primal fears and in their subconscious minds truly imagined the network to be some predator that they could only flee from? How had the respective hospitals permitted them that decision? These weren't patients on pointless life support, these were living, thinking human beings who were quite capable of giving or expressly denying consent, even if they couldn't communicate it directly.

Grief: Every mark on the map felt, again and a again, like a personal failure. The cluster had struck at him like a wrecking ball and the names Adrian Omdahl, Jordan Marsden, Afzal Hakim, Kyle Haledon, Erika Lewerenz and Jochen Brandt were all ones he wasn't likely to forget for many more years to come. However, dully aching in the back of his conscience were also names like Joshua Bergström, Willis Ambrose and Sirena Blades - even if all of those came before his time, a part of him was never sure if he hadn't had an obligation to get involved sooner, to pander to Paul's little project back before he'd gotten himself trapped. And now, Reggie and Rachel Folsham.

One emotion, however, refused to fit:

The hope that this case, the deaths of the Folsham children, both twenty-five years old, would serve once and for all as an unmistakable warning to the world not to hard disconnect Wildcard cases - that it would serve as a sign-post as that this morbid occasion would not ever repeat.