Everyone was so worried about the changing of the guard, from rock to electronica to rap to hip-hop, that nobody noticed the citadel on the hill was being raided by black-masted pirates. It was no secret that the cimmerian P2P flag signalled the demise of the music industry. But it was the computer that covertly killed the radio star. As the primary means to record, distribute, store, and play music, the computer was like the smoking rifle on the grassy knoll with the magic bullet, except there was no conspiracy necessary to obfuscate the obvious. The sniper was everyone in the crowd: badgeman, the three tramps, Abraham Zapruder and his assistant, Mary Moorman, Ike Altgens, Orville Nix, the list is inexorably exhaustive. All that was needed was a computer with an attached modem, a land line, and an internet provider, to partake in the deposing of the king. If there was an MP-3 anywhere on your hard drive, ranging anywhere between 92kbps and 320kbps, chances were you had illegally downloaded files from the internet, but like with the actual investigation surrounding the JFK assassination, there was no way to factually detect a sleeper agent from a civilian. Is it not better for one man to die for the people than for the whole nation to perish? The following twelve children are from the diaspora that inherited the boon of that sacrifice.