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==Cory Doctorow's 'Printcrime' remixed==
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1,The coppers smashed my father's printer when I was eight.
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1,I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da's look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it.
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1,The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn.
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1,One of Da's customers had  shopped him. The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals -- performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters.
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1,“Come here and listen to your stupid Da”
1,The kind of thing that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of thing you could print at home, if you didn't mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way.
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1,“Come here, Lanie, let me whisper in your ear”
1,They destroyed grandma's trunk, the one she'd brought from the old country.
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1,“I’m not going to print none of that rubbish, never again”
1,They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window.
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1,“I’m not stupid, Lanie”
My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire.
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1,“I’ve learned my lesson”
1,Da.
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1,“Lanie, I’m going to print more printers. Lots more printers. One for everyone”
1,What they did to him.
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1,“Lanie,” he said, as he sat me down
1,When he was done, he looked like he'd been brawling with an entire rugby side.
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1,“Let me tell you the thing that I decided while I spent ten years in lockup”
1,They brought him out the door and let the newsies get a good look at him as they tossed him in the car, while a spokesman told the world that my Da's organized-crime bootlegging operation had been responsible for at least twenty million in contraband, and that my Da, the desperate villain, had resisted arrest.
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1,“That’s worth going to jail for. That’s worth anything”
1,I saw it all from my phone, in the remains of the sitting room, watching it  on the screen and wondering how, just *how* anyone could look at our little flat and our terrible, manky estate and mistake it for the home of an organized crime kingpin.
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1,“There’s no hat or laptop that’s worth going to jail for”
1,They took the printer away, of course, and displayed it like a trophy for the newsies.
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1,“What, Da?” I said, leaning in close
1,Its little shrine in the kitchenette seemed horribly empty.
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1,“You wouldn’t know where your old Da could get a printer and some goop? You’re a smart girl, I know that. Trig”
1,When I roused myself and picked up the flat and rescued my peeping poor tweetybird, I put a blender there.
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1,“You’d risk another ten years to print out more blenders and pharma, more laptops and designer hats? … Wow”
1,It was made out of  printed parts, so it would only last a month before I'd need to print new bearings and other moving parts.
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1,“You’ve been in prison for ten years, Da. Ten. Years”
1,Back then, I could take apart and reassemble anything that could be printed.
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1,A prison fight had left him with a limp, and he looked over his shoulder so often it was like he had a tic
1,By the time I turned eighteen, they were ready to let Da out of prison.
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1,Back then, I could take apart and reassemble anything that could be printed
1,I'd visited him three times -- on my tenth birthday, on his fiftieth, and when Ma died.
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1,By the time I turned eighteen, they were ready to let Da out of prison
1,It had been two years since I'd last seen him and he was in bad shape.
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1,Da
1,A prison fight had left him with a limp, and he looked over his shoulder so often it was like he had a tic.
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1,God knew what he went through in prison
1,I was embarrassed when the minicab dropped us off in front of the estate, and tried to keep my distance from this ruined, limping skeleton as we went inside and up the stairs.
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1,He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair
1,"Lanie," he said, as he sat me down.
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1,He grinned
1,"You're a smart girl, I know that. Trig. You wouldn't know where your old Da could get a printer and some goop?"
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1,He had a cup of tea, and he drank it now like it was whisky, a sip and then a long, satisfied exhalation
1,I squeezed my hands into fists so tight my fingernails cut into my palms.
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1,He was off his rocker, that much was clear
1,I closed my eyes.
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1,I closed my eyes
1,"You've been in prison for ten years, Da. Ten. Years."
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1,I felt a guilty pang about ticking him off
1,"You're going to risk another ten years to print out more blenders and pharma, more laptops and designer hats?"
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1,I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da’s look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it
1,He grinned.
+
1,I saw it all from my phone, in the remains of the sitting room, watching it on the screen and wondering how, just ''how'' anyone could look at our little flat and our terrible, manky estate and mistake it for the home of an organized crime kingpin
1,"I'm not stupid, Lanie."
+
1,I squeezed my hands into fists so tight my fingernails cut into my palms
1,"I've learned my lesson."
+
1,I was embarrassed when the minicab dropped us off in front of the estate, and tried to keep my distance from this ruined, limping skeleton as we went inside and up the stairs
1,"There's no hat or laptop that's worth going to jail for."
+
1,I’d visited him three times – on my tenth birthday, on his fiftieth, and when Ma died
1,"I'm not going to print none of that rubbish, never again."
+
1,It had been two years since I’d last seen him and he was in bad shape
1,He had a cup of tea, and he drank it now like it was whisky, a sip and then a long, satisfied exhalation.
+
1,It was made out of printed parts, so it would only last a month before I’d need to print new bearings and other moving parts
1,He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
+
1,Its little shrine in the kitchenette seemed horribly empty
1,"Come here, Lanie, let me whisper in your ear."
+
1,My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire
1,"Let me tell you the thing that I decided while I spent ten years in lockup."
+
1,One of Da’s customers had shopped him
1,"Come here and listen to your stupid Da."
+
1,The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn
1,I felt a guilty pang about ticking him off.
+
1,The coppers smashed my father’s printer when I was eight
1,He was off his rocker, that much was clear.
+
1,The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters
1,God knew what he went through in prison.
+
1,The kind of thing that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of thing you could print at home, if you didn’t mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way
1,"What, Da?" I said, leaning in close.
+
1,They brought him out the door and let the newsies get a good look at him as they tossed him in the car, while a spokesman told the world that my Da’s organized-crime bootlegging operation had been responsible for at least twenty million in contraband, and that my Da, the desperate villain, had resisted arrest
1,"Lanie, I'm going to print more printers. Lots more printers. One for everyone."
+
1,They destroyed grandma’s trunk, the one she’d brought from the old country
1,"That's worth going to jail for. That's worth anything."
+
1,They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window
 +
1,They took the printer away, of course, and displayed it like a trophy for the newsies
 +
1,What they did to him
 +
1,When he was done, he looked like he’d been brawling with an entire rugby side
 +
1,When I roused myself and picked up the flat and rescued my peeping poor tweetybird, I put a blender there
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===Attribution===
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1,“Come here and listen to your stupid Da” 1,“Come here, Lanie, let me whisper in your ear” 1,“I’m not going to print none of that rubbish, never again” 1,“I’m not stupid, Lanie” 1,“I’ve learned my lesson” 1,“Lanie, I’m going to print more printers. Lots more printers. One for everyone” 1,“Lanie,” he said, as he sat me down 1,“Let me tell you the thing that I decided while I spent ten years in lockup” 1,“That’s worth going to jail for. That’s worth anything” 1,“There’s no hat or laptop that’s worth going to jail for” 1,“What, Da?” I said, leaning in close 1,“You wouldn’t know where your old Da could get a printer and some goop? You’re a smart girl, I know that. Trig” 1,“You’d risk another ten years to print out more blenders and pharma, more laptops and designer hats? … Wow” 1,“You’ve been in prison for ten years, Da. Ten. Years” 1,A prison fight had left him with a limp, and he looked over his shoulder so often it was like he had a tic 1,Back then, I could take apart and reassemble anything that could be printed 1,By the time I turned eighteen, they were ready to let Da out of prison 1,Da 1,God knew what he went through in prison 1,He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair 1,He grinned 1,He had a cup of tea, and he drank it now like it was whisky, a sip and then a long, satisfied exhalation 1,He was off his rocker, that much was clear 1,I closed my eyes 1,I felt a guilty pang about ticking him off 1,I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da’s look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it 1,I saw it all from my phone, in the remains of the sitting room, watching it on the screen and wondering how, just how anyone could look at our little flat and our terrible, manky estate and mistake it for the home of an organized crime kingpin 1,I squeezed my hands into fists so tight my fingernails cut into my palms 1,I was embarrassed when the minicab dropped us off in front of the estate, and tried to keep my distance from this ruined, limping skeleton as we went inside and up the stairs 1,I’d visited him three times – on my tenth birthday, on his fiftieth, and when Ma died 1,It had been two years since I’d last seen him and he was in bad shape 1,It was made out of printed parts, so it would only last a month before I’d need to print new bearings and other moving parts 1,Its little shrine in the kitchenette seemed horribly empty 1,My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire 1,One of Da’s customers had shopped him 1,The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn 1,The coppers smashed my father’s printer when I was eight 1,The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals – performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters 1,The kind of thing that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of thing you could print at home, if you didn’t mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way 1,They brought him out the door and let the newsies get a good look at him as they tossed him in the car, while a spokesman told the world that my Da’s organized-crime bootlegging operation had been responsible for at least twenty million in contraband, and that my Da, the desperate villain, had resisted arrest 1,They destroyed grandma’s trunk, the one she’d brought from the old country 1,They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window 1,They took the printer away, of course, and displayed it like a trophy for the newsies 1,What they did to him 1,When he was done, he looked like he’d been brawling with an entire rugby side 1,When I roused myself and picked up the flat and rescued my peeping poor tweetybird, I put a blender there

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Attribution

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