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Half a dozen police flanked our march in air scooters that whined as they hovered and gargled when they flew back and forth. Hundreds more, on foot and in riot gear, waited at the Parliament buildings. They formed a living fence across the entrance: silent, black sentries with praying mantis heads. Others were posted across the street in front of the nine-meter high seawall that held back the steadily encroaching ocean.

— The Snow People:
30-46 AGM