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"It's quite clear that we need to target the infrastructure. If you topple the leader, another one takes his place. The network of understudies is huge, to carry out an attack to disable all of them would be impossible. We need to target the buildings, the communication networks, the building blocks of our society. Once they are gone, there will be no clear method of power, and all will topple."

Chloe was a natural born leader, however much she detested it. The gestures of her hands, her oration, her control of crowds, they combined to form a serious centre of charisma. She had fighting words too, explosions and gunshots to put a cause in ones head.

"I disagree", Sean calmly stated, "the people liberate themselves. Position is a social construction, and if people choose to disregard it, only then does the problem of physical constriction become important. But first and foremost, we must awaken the people. Ordinary wars may be one by force alone, but this is a war unlike any other. To liberate a major and well oiled capitalist nation, it is certain that our major obstacle is rousing the populace."

"People like you, Sean, are the reason why we still have to hold meetings like this."

A couple of people turned their heads to see how Sean would respond. He didn't. Eventually Chloe carried on with her speech and the meeting proceeded as usual.

The association of communist revolutionaries, known affectionately as the 'reds', had slowly evaporated down to a hard-core of members. People who would be more likely to kill themselves than betray the cause. As a result of this, there tended to be a bit of friction on occasion, mainly between Chloe and anyone who disagreed with her.

Her combative nature lead some to wonder what she would do after the revolution. She seemed to be completely absorbed with strategizing and preparing for the overthrow of government. That and having furious sex with anything that didn't object (and many things that did).

She walked into the meeting of September 2013 with an idea of purpose surrounding her. It was, again, her turn to address the meeting.

"Comrades," she paused, "I'll get straight to the point. One week and five days ago I was diagnosed as HIV positive." a murmur passed through the group, a couple of people looked panic stricken, "I feel very fortunate to have been diagnosed this early, as I should have a number of years before the symptoms hit, and many years before I pass.

"I must be honest here, this has been a bit of a wake up call. Many have commented that things are swinging towards our use, and I am determined to see the end of capitalism in my lifetime. I will not turn into another dead Marxist writer, we must commence planning for an immediate revolution. Now."

"I know some of you are wondering why my life should dictate the revolution. I wont deny that my urgency is a result of my diagnosis. However, this isn't a last flailing effort either. I have considered our situation, and the situation with capitalism as a whole. I have utmost confidence in our abilities as a force, and I have it on good authority that things are about to kick off. If we prepare now, we have a chance of completing our goal."

No one clapped, it wasn't that kind of address. Everyone listened, though.