ANALYZING… FILE TYPE: Inter-Corporate Transmission PERIOD: Present Day SPEAKERS: Nona [ID: NONA] TOPIC: "The War and the Weaver" SUMMARY: A personal transmission from Nona, recalling an allegorical tale about a terrible war and the quiet soldiers who fought it. Per CyberAcme corporate policy, this content has been scrubbed for potential infosec hazards. =================================================================== [NONA]: I have another story for you, dear one. One a touch older than the last, and more frightening. Doubly so because it is true. This is the story of The War and the Weaver. [thunder] [NONA]: A poor kingdom was at war, and it was losing. Its people were exhausted. All the king could do was offer a meal and a bed to anyone willing to lend them aid. [NONA]: Then, from across the .opusy river came a little boat, and on that little boat was a little man. And around that little man was a group of ten warriors, quiet and masked. [NONA]: The man said he was a weaver, and that his warriors would help the kingdom in exchange for what they were owed. The king readily agreed. [thunder, wind] [NONA]: What happened next is a story of its own. The quiet warriors went forth and met the advancing troops alone. [NONA]: And they cut through them as if they were nothing. The weaver's warriors fought with terrifying intensity, and they would not fall. [NONA]: For seven days and seven nights the warriors fought without cease, and finally, the last enemy soldier was slain. The ten warriors stood victorious on the battlefield. [storm rumbles] [NONA]: The joyful people of the kingdom surged around the warriors to embrace their saviors. But when they drew close, through their torn clothes they saw—be brave for me, child! [NONA]: They saw their bodies were rough quilts made from other men. The reason they would not die was that the patchwork warriors were already dead. [wind] [NONA]: The crowd was terrified. The warriors had saved them from death, but they were so cold and quiet, the people felt death had touched them all the same. [NONA]: So the king summoned the weaver and cast him from the kingdom forever. [NONA]: As for the warriors, they were sent off without a meal or a bed, because the dead eat only soil and sleep beneath the ground. [NONA]: The last anyone saw the weaver, he was picking his way across the battlefield, looking for more material from which to weave his horrible men. [NONA]: Some heard he placed his warriors on a boat about to cross the great sea… ah, but that's the beginning of another story. =================================================================== TYPE: TEXT [X]; AUDIO [X]