Barry woke again and saw a somewhat familiar ceiling. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw Lois standing before him.
"Thank goodness you're okay." Lois sighed. "How could you be so reckless, charging straight into the Capitol Building? Luckily it wasn't in the District of Columbia, or you'd have been shot."
Barry sat up in bed, looked around, then hugged the computer beside him tightly against his chest.
"Sorry," Barry said. "But I really need to borrow your computer. I..."
"You want to publish those photos?"
Barry nodded. "I can hack into the Internet and put these things on the front pages of news sites so everyone can see them. Maybe then..."
But Lois shook her head. "That won't accomplish anything except turn you into a fugitive."
Barry wanted to argue, but then he remembered that Lois was a famous reporter. Since she had taken those photos, she could have published them herself. Why hadn't she?
"Unfortunately, there is no real Freedom of Speech in the United States. If you put out something that doesn't align with the mainstream media, people will come knocking very soon." Lois sighed. "And every mainstream outlet speaks with the same mouth."
Lois gently took the computer, pulled up another video, and Barry froze again as he watched.
The video itself was unremarkable. It simply played one news segment after another. But the terrifying part was that different studios, different anchors, and different time slots were all saying exactly the same thing.
Not only was the content identical, but so were the tone, pauses, details, expressions, and even the images displayed on the televisions behind them.
Barry even recognized many familiar news channels, as well as many commentators known for their sharp criticism. Every one of them was saying the same thing.
"Barry, you're