Meta Platforms will allow Facebook and Instagram users in some countries to call for violence against Russians and Russian soldiers in the context of the Ukraine invasion, according to internal emails seen by Reuters on Thursday, in a temporary change to its hate speech policy.
The Deserter: "May the 13th, '08, 44 years ago," he looks north. "The horizon was black with Coalition airships. Their petroleum rose to the sky and it looked like... like it formed the clouds. Storm clouds. When they started shelling it was... dark magic. The combined might of international capital, all at once - all the greed and terror in the world - tore in Revachol. It lifted streets from the ground and turned houses into ghosts."
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The Deserter: He opens his eyes and stares right through you. "It was real. I'd seen it. I'd seen it in reality."
Half-Light: Some kind of great terror. Worse than what you've seen.
You: "Seen what?"
The Deserter: "The mask of humanity fall from capital. It has to take it off to kill everyone — everything you love; all the hope and tenderness in the world. It has to take it off, just for one second. To do the deed. And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest, most courageous people in the world," he's silent for a second. "You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you know."
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The Deserter: "May the 13th, '08, 44 years ago," he looks north. "The horizon was black with Coalition airships. Their petroleum rose to the sky and it looked like... like it formed the clouds. Storm clouds. When they started shelling it was... dark magic. The combined might of international capital, all at once - all the greed and terror in the world - tore in Revachol. It lifted streets from the ground and turned houses into ghosts."
...
The Deserter: He opens his eyes and stares right through you. "It was real. I'd seen it. I'd seen it in reality."
Half-Light: Some kind of great terror. Worse than what you've seen.
You: "Seen what?"
The Deserter: "The mask of humanity fall from capital. It has to take it off to kill everyone — everything you love; all the hope and tenderness in the world. It has to take it off, just for one second. To do the deed. And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest, most courageous people in the world," he's silent for a second. "You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you know."
You: "What?"
The Deserter: "That the bourgeois are not human."