We can neither confirm nor deny the existence of the information requested but, hypothetically, if such data were to exist, the subject matter would be classified, and could not be disclosed.
Now, I can neither confirm nor deny.
What you are asking will forever remain unanswered. As my refusal to offer a report or even a recount of the events that transpired comes as an attempt to conceal, a futile undertaking to obscure, to distance myself spatially. While I remind myself, this is all just transitory.
Soon I will inhabit an empty fortress.
I refute your premise and decline to remain static within the event. I contest your statement by remaining silent. My refutation will have to suffice, and as you latch to the few traces of the event, my refusal will neutralize your proof. My febrile denial will configure and reconfigure the minds of my audience. Your proof will decay in time, and an inaudible account will be scripted.
We will mute your voice with my reticent silence.
I refuse interrogation because it is not by this external cross-examination but through the delivery of my account that I will forever be held responsible. It is through this vocalization of the events that not only you but also I will find myself subjected to consideration. If anything, I rather tolerate a clinical analysis of the negative semantics. I will force you to define the limits of the event through my secrecy and to accept that silence has defeated any quest for introspection.
Disclosure will only be done within the framework of my refusal.
Through my justly acquired distance, I empty the event; I exhume the remains of the past. I replace the corpse with undeveloped questions. The lack of confirmation and even the denial will subject any unfailing account to an impeachment process.
Every attempt of denunciation will be subdued, as my secrecy is a higher manifestation of governance. “Secrecy is primarily active.”
We consent. There will be no procedure of tacit acceptance. The event will fall benumbed.
I deny any request on security grounds, as I claim and clasp to this newly found strategy. This allows me to assault the event itself and question its subsistence. Comfortable in my knowledge, I rejoice watching your unfortunate attempts to derive any logic. My reticence grows as I bestow my sentence of doubt. Whilst, I lose consciousness of the act, and I actively swallow my tongue.
Record. A moment of silence