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Frak, that's disgusting. That is beyond low.

I just saw a documentary about how ACS in New York is allowing doctors to experiment with anti-AIDS drugs on orphans or phoster children mostly from the poorer parts of the city (Bronx). They're using highly experimental drugs with tremendous side effects that are harmful and even lethal on defendless children. They even go so far as to take children away from their families if the guardian decided to take them off the drugs (and the children actually got better after this).

That's just sick.

The one big institute who were preforming the experiments seems to have been forced to stop with it, but research has shown that the malpractices continue in other institutions still.

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I was a teacher at university tonight. They were showing a movie in the theater (dude, our uni had a theater, how could is that?) for a certain class and I was there to supervise. All of a sudden, there is a gunshot, another professor is shot down (instantly dead) and I see a figure running way. I follow him outside and see him slip down the stairs, he's wearing a brown cloak (pretty much like a monk) and the hoot is drawn over his face so I can't make out who he is. As I slip after him, I notice him stop in front of the only two classrooms in the basement and then he's gone. Disappeared into thin air and I can only imagine he entered one of the rooms.

I follow inside, but the classroom is packed with students who are in the middle of a class and none of them have noticed anything. I ask the teacher if I can ask a few questions, which of course results in even more questions from the pupils. After a while, I have to give up, as they clearly didn't notice anything. I move into the second room, but the students who were here are mostly gone and my own students are sitting there, waiting for their next class from me.

One of them apparently has been meaning to interview me for an assignment, but I have to turn him down as I've been appointed to search for the kill. He's disappointed of course, and when I break the news that my classes will be cancelled, the students start asking questions again. I actually tell them the truth, figuring the news will be all over the university by now, anyway.

As I go outside, I look around for another way that the killer could have escaped. All I find is solid wall. And then a thought arises, but it's broken off by me waking up;