Seattle Street News 48, Explosive Information
Explosive Information: SSN Recommends All Corps and Government Agencies Test Employees for Clone Possibility
Clones have been cropping up all over the news recently. The two most visible and explosive moments? 1) The revelations reported in SSN 41 that candidates for governor, Aztechnology Exec Alphonse Krund and “Arislen” as well as the naked man found in Seattle and then subsequently kidnapped were all clones of the reportedly murdered Shiawase executive Arislen. 2) The reporting by demmalition1 in SSN 43 that a collection of men battling a local runner team who were trying to stop the Seattle mana storm that eventually gave birth to the new indigo dragon Prince, also seemed to be clones of Arislen. We know that these Arislen clones had memories magically imprinted on them, and we know that Shiawase, with the help of Saeder-Krupp had been working on trying to clone Arislen, though they insisted that these clones cropping up all over Seattle were not their doing.
This reporter has been working on some deep investigation for well over a half year now and with the discovery of some new information, it is time to publish a small bit of that investigation for the good of all the citizens of the Metroplex. This investigation has taken so long in part because the megacorporations of the Metroplex not only do not work with each other, they also jealously hide any and all information. It is this distrust and secrecy that has allowed a third party to take advantage and threaten all of us. Hopefully publishing this partial story will encourage the megacorps to, at the very least, contact this reporter in order to try and piece together the larger story.
But let me begin at a beginning.
Shiawase was not the only corporation interested in cloning. Mitsuhama had a top secret team of scientists working on cloning. One member of that team was a scientist named Demur. Mitsuhama’s reason for working on cloning, from all my research, had to do with looking for humanitarian and medical advances. They were not able to finish their work, however, because that team of scientists went rogue. No one knew where this team of scientists went or what their goals were. My suspicion, based on my investigations, is that this team of scientists set up a research facility in the city of Sekondi and hid their tracks by misdirecting their actions onto a variety of megacorporations. What were they doing in Sekondi? Some of what they were doing ominously involved sending something into space…but that is not all they were up to.
Megacorps gain new execs every day. Over six months ago, Renraku got a new executive named Demur. When I discussed with Renraku contacts the strange coincidence of the Renraku Demur’s name being spoken out by a Mitsuhama space ship the Kurosawa before it exploded in an act of sabotage, Renraku security did a full range of tests on Renraku Demur. The result of those tests was that Renraku Demur was in fact a clone. Renraku transferred the Renraku Demur to a facility in Tir Tairngire where he could do his research while minimizing any sort of damage Renraku Demur might do to Renraku if he became unstable. Renraku dropped the matter. They didn’t ask follow up questions along the lines of: Of whom is this person a clone? Who made this clone? Why? Why was this clone sent to infiltrate their corporation? I suspect this lack of follow up had to do with the loss of Renraku’s security chief shortly after the incident.
Around the same time that the Renraku Demur showed up in Seattle, there were a rash of kidnappings of megacorp executives, including Saeder-Krupp’s Vorack and an Aztechnology exec. Both execs were able to be rescued by their respective corporations, and both of those kidnappings had connections to the clone saga. Vorack was found in a warehouse that couldn’t be confirmed to be owned by any corporation alongside an Arislen body in cryo storage. The group that kidnapped the Aztech exec? Investigations revealed that group was funded out of that mysterious facility in Sekondi.
Months later, an Arislen clone was on the streets of Seattle naked before being picked up by an unmarked van, a van that was set up to frame Renraku in the kidnapping.
A few months after that, someone tried to infiltrate the Seattle gubernatorial election with Arislen clones.
Shortly after that, Arislen clones were involved in trying to bring a brand new Great Dragon into the world in the midst of a mana storm—a Great Dragon that did devastation to Seattle and killed numerous people.
Most recently, Renkaru discovered that their Demur was missing from his work station in Tir Tairngire. Where did the Renraku Demur show up? Sources close to me indicate that Renraku Demur ended up in that base in Sekondi. There are other details about this incident that are more lurid, but that it isn’t time yet to share of that.
What I want to share is this. It is very clear that there has been a very powerful rogue operation creating clones of Arislen (that Arislen himself is apparently himself involved with in some way), altering those clones magically and surgically, infiltrating those clones into megacorporations and governments, implicated in the release of a Great Dragon onto Seattle, and then framing the various megacorporations in order to sow distrust and make it less likely that the megacorps would work together to unravel their schemes while they fight each other or hoard information.
I do not have all the answers as to the full extent of this shadowy Sekondi Group’s membership, goals, or location. I don’t have all the information on the relationship between Arislen and Demur, between Alphonse Krund and Prince the Indigo Dragon. But I do know this: it is now clear to me that the Sekondi Group has been systematically infiltrating our institutions for reasons unknown and their reach is wider and deeper than anyone has yet suspected. I do not write this to panic anyone. I write this for as an alert.
I recommend that all megacorps and all Seattle Government institutions get their employees tested right away to determine if they might be clones.
Hopefully, there are no other clones. However, considering what I have learned, I think it important that we undergo medical examinations to make sure. I know that megacorporations are loath to trust each other. I do ask however, that if any governments or megacorps discover clones in their midst to contact me with this information. I would keep your information anonymous, but I would like to determine the extent to which the Sekondi Group has infiltrated Seattle. Perhaps, as an outside observer, I can help bring together the distrustful in a way that can help all of us.
I do not normally like to publish before having all the answers, but learning of the extent to which the Sekondi Group may have infiltrated us all has prompted me to publish early. I call on those who have access to hiring shadowrunners to investigate seriously. I am willing to consult and would like to get to the bottom of this. Not just for the scoop for the Seattle Street News, but to protect the people of Seattle. The people on the streets don’t need anymore dragon attacks. No one needs any more kidnappings. Let us work together.
The Election of 2057 was unusual in many ways - the most obvious being the year. 2057 was not a normal election year; those happen every 4 years, and the last election happened in 2056. That election was rife with controversy, however, and amid allegations that the vote had been rigged, President Steele and Vice President Booth are both impeached, leaving Speaker Betty Jo Pritchard to become the first female president of UCAS.
It was short-lived, however, as Pritchard did not wish to preside over a nation wracked with controversy, and soon after the impeachment, Congress called for a new election in August. Several candidates announced their intent to run - a name familiar to Seattle Street News, Kenneth Brackhaven, first among them. A few other candidates are worth mention: Franklin Yeats, notable as he was assassinated by a bug-infested FBI agent, and, of course, the Great Dragon Dunkelzahn, who announced his candidacy on the March 15th episode of Wyrm Talk.
In a tight, narrow election, Dunkelzahn and his running mate, Kyle Haeffner, won the election. They were sworn in at noon on August 9th, and at 22:23 that evening, the Presidential limo was engulfed in a fireball, reportedly killing President Dunkelzahn. His would be the shortest Presidency on record, lasting only 10 hours, 23 minutes and 8 seconds.
An Astral Rift opened in the wake of the explosion, and eye-witness reports saw Dunkelzahn’s spirit departing the conflagration into it. The Watergate Rift will come up again next week, so we’ll come back to that.
There are rumours in the shadows that Dunkelzahn’s death was not an assassination, but a suicide, as the Big D sacrificed himself to save the world from something much worse. I cannot verify these whispers, but I choose to believe them; they fit the Dunkelzahn I knew, and sometimes we need something good in the world to cling to. I cling to the goodness of Dunkelzahn.
After a brief investigation clearing him of involvement in the attack, Kyle Haeffner is sworn in as President of UCAS and, in a surprise move, he nominates Nadja Daviar, Dunkelzahn’s then “Voice”, to be his Vice President. He also nominates a full slate of Cabinet chairs (breaking from the tradition of offering names one-at-a-time) that includes a great diversity of metatypes and gender - a hope of many of Dunkelzahn’s voters.
About a week after his death, Dunkelzahn’s Will was read, leading to the foundation of the Draco Foundation to carry out its varied and complex bequeathments. The Foundation still exists today largely because many of the stipulations of Dunkelzahn’s Will have yet to be fulfilled - a non-metahuman source for ghoul sustenance is a trick that yet eludes corporate science, for instance.
Requiescat In Pace, Dunkelzahn. Your legacy lives on.
Reflections on the Military Hardware Market
The article is one of a series looking at the current state of individual corporate subsidiaries in the Seattle Metroplex. This particular issue focuses on the Metroplex Military Hardware.
The Military Hardware market is one of the smallest markets in the Metroplex with a value of just 86.5¥B. Not only is it a small market, there are also only three megacorps competing in this market. The market is dominated by Ares with 57.7% of the market followed by Saeder-Krupp (33.65) and Aztechnology (8.7%). Military Hardware is used by nations and corporations alike to engage in hot wars rather than cold ones, and sometimes, as with Aztechnology, they are used to defeat a Great Dragon. But very often they are also used in the hands of Law Enforcement to oppress the average citizen, or to keep corp wageslaves from escaping their compounds. The great shiny swords are double edged. What does the market tell us?
SSN reached out to the three corps with a Military Hardware presence we got a comment from Aztechnology as well as our regular analysis from Vorack.
Aztechnology, the smallest company in the market, provided us with its understanding of its place in the market replying emphasizing their cross-promotional research and developement: Aztechnology is very proud of its advancements in military technology. Our major subsidiary in the field is of course Espirit, though Dassault has offered up many military advancements in the past as well, and we look forward to many new contributions from them in the future as well. We also look to coordinate efforts between various subsidiaries such as Espirit working with Tres Chic Clothing to produce a line of armored clothing or MageWerks working with Espirit to produce the Third Eye battle visor. Of course the most recent piece of new hardware to hit the market is Espirit’s Real Destroyer missile designed for use with the Aztechnology Striker. And while the plans Dassault has regarding military technology are not public knowledge at this time, rest assured they have a grand plan for helping to secure a safer tomorrow. Which is the most important take away from Aztechnology’s efforts in military technology. The devastation caused by Sirrurg, as well as the recent dragon attack on several corporations in Seattle, are just two of the numerous examples as to how dangerous the sixth world has become. Aztechnology is afterall the way to a better tomorrow, and in this case we are also the way to a more secure tomorrow. As the threats to our world grow so too must our innovations, and Aztechnology will forge the razor edge of innovation needed to preserve our safety.
Aztechnology speaks of the 6th World larger dangers, while market analyst Vorack discusses dangers closer to home:
Military Hardware, don't even need to explain it really. Military hardware encompasses many different types of equipment, be it explosives, firearms, surveillance, traditional vehicles like APC's or even something a bit more exotic like mechs. They all find their use and it seems like they are needed more and more due to the recent events. Now don't get paranoid, everything is going well and the world isn't gonna crumble apart but it seems like the law enforcement segment could take notice of what the Military is doing and maybe change things up. Everyone knows of Knight Errant and how effective they are, and it just makes sense as Ares actually seems to be competent with their military as well. They are able to supply their own officers with better equipment so they can actually perform their job to the highest standard, they use their own investments to help and boost other segments of their company. If Renraku were to do this, then maybe their own officers could of investigated and recovered Demur which hasn't seemed to of happened as of yet. I was kidnapped as I'm sure the readers know and I was recovered by SK because they used resources to find me, military hardware is just one of the contributing factors to being able to do so.
I wish well for Demur, I hope he is okay and I will go on record saying that us at SK actually helped Renraku with their investigation in tracking down the Chairman as we gave Renraku his last known location, which we knew, due to our own surveillance system spread throughout Charlotte. ( I personally have a soft spot for any kidnapped and missing executives and will help in any way I can. I just want any and all corporations to know this. Even if we are competitors, some things even transcend that and I will be there to help) Military seems to be a bit of a safe market though, I guess no one is dumb enough to attack the corp that makes the big guns. Ares has never once been attacked in their market though their announced market value has dropped 15B through its lifetime. I'm not exactly sure what this means but that kinda money just vanishing is odd and I might be wrong here but I think I've reported about vanishing funds from Ares as a corporation before. SK was attacked once in our military segment but we easily held them off with minor damage. And if I am going to be transparent here, us at SK did lower our Market Value by only 5B as well at one point. Ill even tell you what we did, something I doubt Ares will ever do, and if they do tell you, it will be a cover up.
We were preparing for our assault on NeoNET back when we were in a full CorpWAR with them. We made sure to spend that money in making sure our own people would be safe, that only NeoNET was damaged and that no innocents were harmed at all. It was a worthy investment and it’s one I would happily make again to make sure only those who deserve our retribution are the one who feel it. Now the only other known attack was against Aztec. This attack was by far the most damaging of the two attacks though and it does make sense as they are the underdog in the militaristic side of things. No corp has ever joined the race to arms as it were, which is kind of odd. Almost all sectors have a new corp joining in at some point but not this one. I guess it’s up to these three Corps to defend the whole world or so it seems, Ares easily being the strongest of them all, SK doing what we can to help out in any way, and Aztec, while not doing much at all (like anything really) they are at least trying and for that they should have our respect. It’s these three that sacrifice for you all, it’s these three that watch over you all and do what they can to keep you truly safe and it’s these three that seem to actually care about you enough to be prepared for when the worst happens and I hope you all remember that. It’s not EVO that cares, Horizon only wants you to watch their shows and Wuxing is only interested in your money. When something goes wrong, you know you will be calling us for defense.
Explosion in Downtown Warehouse District Reveals Corrupt Detective
Last night, close to midnight, there was a large explosion in the warehouse area of Downtown controlled by the Cutters. The explosion follows the MO of Cutter cut and run operations in the face of Law Enforcement raids on their stash houses. The Cutters, one of the main suppliers of Tempo in the Metroplex, are known for rigging the warehouses they use as their Tempo distribution centers with explosives and blowing them on their way out if threatened with discovery. The Cutters usually accomplish two goals with this this, they destroy all evidence and will sometimes take down some Knight Errant in addition.
Last night, however, something went wrong. The explosion seemed to go off early for some reason, causing the death of over a dozen Cutters. Also caught in the explosion, was well known and decorated Knight Errant detective Akshara Nundri, formerly with Lone Star. Detective Nundri had established herself as an expert on Tempo, and it seems she gained her expertise by being in league with Cutters. She was arrested on site by Detective Lance Pendleton, who retired at midnight after decades of service.
In the wake of the explosion, there was some tension when a Saeder-Krupp executive tried to invade the crime scene ostensibly for “relieve services,” though they were rejected by Knight Errant. This may indicate a coming larger conflict between Ares and Saeder-Krupp or it might have been a failed power play.
Wireless to the Underground—(by FooBar)
Hello digital denizens, time for the snoop on the wild waves of the wireless. Speaking of wireless, with the rise of Josephine Dzhugashvili to her position as governor, she’s made some great promises to bring free wireless access to all the people, and let the flow of information spread to everyone.
Infrastructure has already begun to proceed in the Ork Underground's infamous Mall district, as surveyors have started planning different ways to create wireless access to the people down below. “One of the main difficulties,” a spokesman for the city states, “is solving the noise issue. How do you connect the upper city to the underground when it’s separated by feet of concrete? Several ideas are in the works, but we’re not able to disclose that information until we’ve been able to weigh our options. It’s still too early solidify anything.”
Surge, a local born to the underground had this to say on that subject: “We’s never known what it’s like to have true wireless. Best we’s ever been able to got was rigging hard wires up to the surface, you know, them old rigs them’s used to use before the crash, and let me tell you, workin’ with tech that old’s bad for the brain pan. Un’liable them thing; almost fried me eggs from dumpshock. Don’t never bother going in hot no more. Gots to rely on them’s fancy AR techs to do what I needs to. Hope Them gets things goin’ soon. Knowin’ them Gov’ment types, I’ll be long dead before they gets us ‘liable access.”
So, what are the government’s plans to bring an entire underground to the light of information? If you have any comments or snoops on this or any other subject, make sure to ping old FooBar, your Marquis of the Matrix.
Keep discovering, and stay Jacked in, Jackrabbits.
Underground Traveler—(by demmalition1)
January 2078 brought the newly elected Governor of Seattle Josephine Dzhugashvili into office. One of her first acts was to introduce a set of sweeping laws and proposals through the Legislature collectively known as the SINless Acts. These are laws and policies meant to help the poorest of the poor by giving access to education and medical services. Finally the SINless have a chance to rise up.
Ms. Dzhugashvili grew up an only child of Russian immigrants to UCAS, a child prodigy that graduated from Harvard at 17 and attained her Masters from Kennedy School of Government at 23. Despite her dumpshock induced stroke during Crash 2.0 in 2064 and loss to Brackhaven in the 2070 Governor's Race (where he revealed she suffered from AIPS), she has done more for the SINless than any person I know. With her help Prop 23 passed in 2074, legitimizing the Ork Underground as an official district of Seattle. This decision was fraught with contention at the time, as it was seen by quite a few people as a power grab which would allow the jackbooted thugs of Knights Errant to legally enter the Underground and give everyone down there a nice and shiny Criminal SIN. Luckily, that never came to pass and the Fools Errant remain confined to mostly tourist areas around The Big Rhino and Lordstrung’s.
This story will concentrate on one particular aspect of the SINless Acts: their work to help the Underground modernize and develop into a fully functional city district. Planned Matrix expansion will take years and completion will be difficult in these crowded tunnels and burrows, just look at the Alaskan Way Viaduct tunnel, a project that has taken so long that it started in the Fifth World! Now, dear readers, let's take a walk together through the Underground so you can see what it’s really like down here in the dark and damp.
I’m currently sitting in Trollstack, a pancake and breakfast establishment in the Ork Underground that smells of syntheggs and “authentic” maple syrup. The plates are the size of car hubcaps and the foot-thick stack of warm and golden heavenly delights with melted soy-butter will delight even the most battle-hardened troll with their aroma. The lighting is adequate and I’m trying to flip through the AR feeds waiting for the birth of a Greater Unicorn. It’s been more than a week so far, and this one has a uniquely long horn for their species and neon pink hooves to boot. I say trying because Matrix access in the Underground is spotty as Hell, probably because they’re that much closer to Hell compared to the well-off denizens of the surface world.
I’m growing hot under the collar here like Brackhaven in a courtroom; the AC’s cut out again. “Damn it Jeff! The air’s stopped movin’ AGAIN! Fix it or I’ll crack your skull open and use it to store the pretzels at the bar!” says a burly grey-skinned ork behind the counter. The purple neon sign behind him is assaulting his skin like a corp exec on basic human rights, changing his hue to a soft pinkish mix as the light dances across his expressionless face, a face that only a blind mother could love. His name’s Zed, he tells me, and he won’t take kindly to me and my kind down here so deep in the Underground. I’m too “snooty” apparently, that’s a new compliment.
I’ve been asked by Zed to try some Hurlg or he’ll throw me out of the place. He gets me a pitcher of it with no glass. With a look of half murder and half humor he slides the pitch dark ale to my face. The stench of nutmeg is fermenting its way into my nostrils as the 180 proof alcohol labeled “Brute Beer”, a Celtic subset of Hurlg known by “Fomorian Usquebaugh” sits in front of me, taunting me. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.
Oh God, I should’ve backed down.
The irate hobo out back doesn’t like me, I think. I’m sure he’ll forgive me once he wipes my vomit off of his decomposing home and forgets the heavy insults we traded with each other. I think I’m starting to trip from all of the alcohol, hallucinating down here is not a good thing to do when you’re an elf who looks better off dead than alive.
Stayed at “Drac’s Coffin”, a Transylvanian themed coffin hotel. Lord knows I’ve slept at enough of these back during my days with Richard. Movie selection was very good, if you’re into horror. Watched a Fifth World flatvid starring some long dead man by the name of Bela Lugosi. It was in Italian and had subtitles, didn’t need most of them. I’m getting rusty, need to brush up once I get decent Matrix service again.
Took “The Underground Railroad” as the locals put it. I don’t know if they did it out of poor irony or simply didn’t know enough to care about the history to care. The electric tram moves along smooth enough, but not as fast as my liking in these dark cavernous mazes. Guy on the tram with me claimed to be from the Creeps and offered to sell me the ashes of “the original founder of the Underground” Bill Speidel for the low price of 1,000 nuyen. A steal! Possibility literally knowing a few of those types.
When I inquired further he launched into a 15 minute tirade on the history of the Underground starting all the way back to Seattle’s founding as a logging town. A fire in 1889 by a worker heating glue (the West Coast’s O’Leary cow) set most of the city to the torch, and reconstruction left most of the city’s swamp foundation to the dustbin. Filled with a variety of rabble and criminal until “Great Father Bill Speidel” saved Pioneer Square in 1965. It’s grown ever since The Awakening and The Night of Rage, with many nooks and crannies being made and destroyed daily.
I was so captivated I missed my stop and had to scare off a few Skraachas who mistook me for a Humanis member. They ran pissing their pants and crying for mommy, apparently they never saw or heard an Ares Predator V before.
Stayed at the Jericao Inn Mission, met a guy who claimed to be best buds with Frank Hardy. He doesn’t know that I know my history, he didn’t last long under pressure being only 19 years old with the IQ of a peanut. Had a comm on him that was stolen from the October raid on Knight Errant in 2074.
Sometimes I just stop and have no words for the beauty of the Sixth World. Sure, you have murderous corporate overlords who kill seven innocent civilians at a nightclub, but you also have the wondrous awe of magic and society coming together. The Cavern of Waterfalls opens up to show a dazzling display of fluorescent lighting provided by the local mosses and fungi. Cascades of blue, pink, purple, green, and yellow bounce and scatter off of one another, providing a deep complex rhythm of stunning opulence unlike anywhere else in the world. Local shamans down here set up lodges to tap into the innate magic that flows from the cavern. The water mains that let out here, damaged by the earthquakes of years past, flow out into the Sound through various drainage systems set up in the area. Fungitek harvests a few more specimens for culturing.
I think I could live down here given the chance. Life itself gives pause, and for a brief moment, reminds me why I love this city and its people, why I’m fighting for their rights in the face of oppressive corporate action. The sound fades back in, the tempo and chatter of the Dwarven Mennonite family on vacation behind me mix in with the crowd of people around them. I snap back into my body like a rubber band pulled too tight and look down at the sea of people around me. I’m but a face in the crowd once more. The ethereal feeling of oneness fades, the grit returns with the stench of flesh. I dance to the rhythm of the masses.
A troll takes out his combat knife and carves another three notches into his thick dermal skin. By my count he’s up to 11 now, the crimson blood dripping down his pale green skin. I inquire what they symbolize, he responds with “thirty-second, so far...” before he removes his shirt showing the scars of battle. There are other notches, but they’re above a large set of cuts and deep scars that adorn his chest and abdomen. A strong and proud fighter, a good man. “They never stood a chance, beat up some ork kid on his way home from school on the surface”. He turns around and I see tattoos of his family, their dates of birth and a singular date of death below their crying portraits. Words are scrawled below them:
He cried in my arms a broken man that night.
Stopped by “The Home of Kham”, a tourist trap claiming to be “the official residence of Kham”, a lie if there ever was one. Took a few pictures. Was butted into by a group of snooty Elven tourists from the surface. Rude. Is this how they see us down here? How I am starting to see the surface dwellers as they intrude on sacred ground without a care in the world. Makes you think.
The air is pure and the light unmolested by the contemptuous hum of fluorescents. There is wind on my face and a biting cold of snow as I trudge through the park back to the beating heart of the city. The hum of the internal combustion engine roars to life as tires screech and machines of man race as beasts along roads of asphalt and blood. I pause in the middle of the street to listen to the woman singing Carmen from her apartment window as she rehearses for her open-air play down in the park. My breath frosts up a glass display as I look into the lounge of a nice diner offering refuge from the cold. I feel ALIVE! There is a charm to this city that I miss, but there is something fundamentally lacking within these walls of concrete. God may shine his gaze down upon this city, but His face is grim with respite and sadness.
After being down in the dark and damp for more than 3 weeks I’m starting to grow an aversion to the surface life. I can see why the cloistering cells are loved, why the cubbyhole of warmth is held sacred above the oppressive monotheistic architecture of the surface world. I can see ACHE a few blocks away towering over the skyline, a festering boil that’s blighting the cityscape and threatening to burst at any moment. Might go down to see an improv show, heard that they’re taking on an old classic called “War of Stars” or something like that.
This world is full of grime and dirt and disease and starvation. A kid will die of exposure tonight out in the streets. This world is also full of beauty, however fleeting as a woman in red walks by and for a second I fall smitten. We walk past and never speak, but share a lifetime together through a simple glance into each other’s eyes. The depths of our souls laid bare as we grow old and die together for an instance in time before returning down our paths, diverging, never to return again.
Just stop and enjoy life.
Who knows, you might like it.
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