>be me>questioned by police about planning terrorist acts>suddenly asked a very peculiar question>about a book>"Are there any books you've looked into about this stuff?">no books>nothing>I can't think>smugly smirking he asks again>genuinely have no idea>keeps asking>what the fuck is he thinking of>out of nowhere it appears in my mind>"Anarchist's Cookbook?" I respond with beads of sweat running down my face>his smug grin turns cold>almost seems shocked>i've never read only heard about it>rest of questioning is brief>takes my mind away from it immediately>asks me pointless things>returned to my cell>some time later>time for me to go>no charges>they offer me a means of employment>politely refuse>special branch officer that drives me home is speaking to my mother>he's angry after I told him the truth>claims I was lying about something>"well he didn't tell us everything. We know you didn't tell us.">genuinely confused>seems to know something I don't>he storms outwhat the fuck is going on?
>>517061222They were excited to find a new recruit but you lied so you're not what they're looking for. That being said when I was 10 I saw the Anarchist Cookbook at the public library and I knew I couldn't just borrow it so I memorized something. It was the gasoline + styrafoam mixed together to make a poor man's napalm that basically everyone already knows but to 10 year old me I thought I was being Batman. I think they are looking for retards like that.
