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Echoes of Silience - Issue #3,"No Minds Left"

Context

• Setting: A dimly lit Belgrade police precinct, 2026. Rain streaks the windows, casting shadows on cracked walls adorned with protest flyers. The city reels from the 2025 LRAD incident, where 4,000+ protesters reported sonic-induced symptoms, fueling rumors of covert tech tests. Commissioner Marko Jovanović, a grizzled cop haunted by his schizophrenic sister’s struggles, is knee-deep in a secret investigation into “Project Zvuk,” a program allegedly testing LRADs and voice-to-skull (V2K) tech on the mentally ill, inspired by your Serbia sonic weapon queries.
• Scene Setup: Jovanović interrogates General Dragomir Stojanović, the pro-Vučić military officer behind Project Zvuk, in a holding cell. Stojanović, smug and evasive, taunts Jovanović’s investigation, echoing Serbia’s real-world denials of LRAD use. Dr. Ana Petrović, a neuropsychiatrist, and Nikola “Niko” Radić, a schizophrenic Targeted Individual (TI), wait outside, feeding Jovanović data via earpiece. The question arises as Stojanović mocks the idea of targeting the mentally ill, reflecting your query.

Scene Dialogue and Narrative

Panel 1: Close-up on Stojanović’s sneer, cigarette smoke curling around his face. The cell’s fluorescent light flickers, casting harsh shadows. A faint hum, like an LRAD’s residual echo, underscores the tension.

Stojanović: “You’re chasing ghosts, Jovanović. Sonic weapons? Voice-to-skull? On lunatics? Why bother? The mentally ill have no minds left to control. They’re already broken machinery.”

Panel 2: Jovanović’s eyes narrow, his jaw tight. His hand grips a folder of leaked Project Zvuk files, showing rural test sites and TI testimonies. Rain drums louder, mirroring his rising anger.

Jovanović: “That’s what you’d like us to think, isn’t it? Call them ‘broken,’ dismiss their pain. But I’ve read the reports—Niko Radić, dozens like him, hearing voices, feeling burns. You’re not targeting them because they’re mindless. You’re targeting them because they’re perfect.”

Panel 3: Flashback: A rural Serbian village, moonlit. Niko, gaunt and trembling, clutches his ears as invisible pulses ripple the air, visualized as jagged green waves. His POV shows spectral voices whispering, blending schizophrenia’s hallucinations with tech-induced terror.

Petrović (via earpiece): “Marko, he’s lying. My patients—schizophrenics, bipolar—report symptoms no illness explains: tinnitus, vertigo, voices synced to external triggers. It’s not random. They’re vulnerable, but their minds are hyper-sensitive.”

Panel 4: Back to the cell. Jovanović slams the folder down, photos spilling out: LRAD schematics, a V2K prototype, and Niko’s blog posts about “Silent Scream.” Stojanović’s smirk falters.

Jovanović: “You picked the mentally ill because their brains are wired differently—auditory cortex on overdrive, dopamine pathways wide open. A low-frequency pulse from an LRAD, a microwave burst from your V2K toys, and you amplify their symptoms. Voices become commands. Paranoia becomes reality. They’re your lab rats because no one believes them.”

Panel 5: Stojanović leans back, lighting another cigarette. His calm is calculated, echoing Vučić’s 2025 denials. Outside, protesters chant, their voices muffled by rain.

Stojanović: “Poetic, Commissioner. But you’re weaving fairy tales. If we had such tech, why waste it on nobodies? Why not the protesters, the rebels?”

Panel 6: Jovanović leans in, his face half-lit, eyes burning with conviction. A distorted reflection in the cell’s metal table shows his sister’s face, a reminder of his personal stake.

Jovanović: “Because the protesters fight back. The mentally ill? They’re invisible. Isolated. Unemployed, like Niko, stuck in villages you can control. You test on them to perfect your weapons—crowd control, PsyOps, maybe something darker, messing with their sense of reality. You want to know what makes a mind break before you scale up. And you bank on us laughing at their ‘delusions’ to cover your tracks.”

Panel 7: Cut to Petrović and Niko in the precinct hallway, listening via earpiece. Niko’s hands shake, but his eyes gleam with hope—he’s finally being heard. Petrović’s laptop shows a 2023 Bioelectromagnetics study on microwave auditory effects, tying to V2K.

Petrović (whispering): “He’s right, Niko. Your symptoms match the tech—LRADs can hit 160 decibels, enough to trigger psychosis in sensitive brains. V2K’s microwave pulses could mimic voices. We’re close.”

Panel 8: *Back to Stojanović, now silent, his cigarette burning low. The hum grows louder, a subtle nod to your frequency manipulation theme. Jovanović stands, folder Jovanović: “I’ve spent years thinking people like Niko were lost, like my sister. But they’re not mindless. They’re canaries in the coal mine, sounding alarms we’ve ignored. You laughed at them, Dragomir. We all did. Not anymore.”

Panel 9: Wide shot of the precinct as Jovanović exits the cell, leaving Stojanović in shadows. Outside, Belgrade’s skyline glows under storm clouds, protest banners waving. The hum fades, but a faint, glitchy wave lingers in the air, hinting at your “other realms” theme.

Caption: The mentally ill aren’t the endgame. They’re the test run