We are inside a car, video-game style, screeching through the scruffier streets of Los Angeles, chasing bad guys. It is tomb silent except for a calm voice. "I am the police. And I am here to arrest you. You have broken the law. I did not write the law. I may even disagree with the law. But I will enforce it." Through the windshield, oncoming semitrailers are narrowly avoided, but the voice stays even. "I bleed, I think, I love. And, yes, I can be killed. And although I am but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who...
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