Even with the violent, unpredictability of your species, I would hardly expect that they would turn on each other so drastically in that short a timeframe. If I recall correctly, unrest like that was usually the matter of inequalities decades, if not centuries unchecked. Yes?
I suppose if the worst we have to worry about in this place is some occasional incidents that seem to be of the mostly harmless yet irritating variety, we should count ourselves lucky. And I can't say that I was surprised at all. Our Constable has always had a soft spot for such endearing little things, as much as he refuses to admit it. The only small mercy was that with most of our food being replicated, they were less of a blight and more of an annoyance.
Excuse me for objecting to overly sentimental drivel with no point or purpose. What is literature if not some form of propaganda? For life, liberty, or the state. Fiction informs our own existence, my dear Doctor. I'm sorry that I have no time in mine for teenagers who dramatically kill themselves over a weekend fling.