He whispered wildly, "Vote secrecy is just a shell game. If the shells were made of clear glass the game wouldn't work. 'Til 1875 we openly voted by voice. Fraud was impossible. Then the newspapers fell silent as the "sanctity" of the secret vote was imposed. You must tell them; secrecy doesn't eliminate vote fraud, it enables it!" The door burst open. "After him" the Chief Guardian barks. "Back to sleep good citizen" he soothes as he massages my chest-mounted placator. I awake terrified. Turning to the mirror, my eyes are drawn to my placator. Immediately concern fades to ambivalence at the sight of its mirrored inscription: "detoV I".
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