The army of bots

[Anonymous]

The electronical warfare office is to initiate the following operations:

1) A prolonged propaganda and public opinions campaign targeting the populace of Domain nations with the intent of undermining support for the war in Gallia. The campaign is to highlight the human cost of the operations, the civilian suffering inflicted and point out that the official wargoal is in support of monarchist rule, strongly at odds with Republican Engell sentiments.

2) A campaign of incitement to acts of domestic terrorism in the countries of the Thaumantic Domain. The campaign is to target volatile individuals with radical political leanings, particularily Leninovists and radical Catholics, and encourage them to carry out attacks as acts of opposition to the war.

Both operations are to be carried out primarily through the use of social media and detection by enemy counter-intelligence is to be avoided through the use of foreign assets to reroute the operational access.

 

[Anonymous]

"Tracking a number of conspicuous accounts Sir." Face pale, reflective of the sickly green-dark light of the screen before him, one of dozens of technicians raised his hand.

"Specialist?" The watch officer and sergeant both happened to be on the floor for this shift, and both made their way to the cubicle at once.

"Report."

The technician broke down the curious volume of traffic - Dag, Lifelog, TT, Twatter and all the major discussion boards were experiencing a quantifiable uptick in "antagonistic and/or seditious content and material."

"Tracking it back now, pretty sure they're taking the usual precautions."

The watch officer "tsk-tsk'd" after looking over the data-sets himself. "These retards...they actually think there'd even be enough dumb fucking Fictionals to cause trouble here?"

The three shared a chuckle at the thought of Fictionals - the literally mentally ill - doing anything more serious than committing suicide by police. Obviously disgusted, the watch officer began to shake his head and turned to walk off.

Something occurred to him just before he did thouth, "Don't land on this too strongly now, we're almost certain not to be able to track it back to the true source - yet. They'll cut a corner, become too confident - something stupid, give the bastards enough rope to tie their own noose. All we have to do is stay on it and pay attention for when they cock this up...then not even their invisible zombie in the sky will be able to save them."