I get to my apartment with a few ideas of what to do with the video.
As the metal slides back shutting me inside, the air is stiff as the walls. I don't waste time turning on the lights and head straight to my desk, my feet knowing exactly where to go even in the complete darkness.
Once in my chair, I plug in the spinal link and the concrete box I call home lit up like the uptown streets. Along with the main computer the other appliances connected to the web start running. making the air circulate again.
With the package from Silva in front of me, I begin the upload of the recordings while shoving down everything I can before needing my hands.
I open page after page of dark web rebel forums and they're all going in circles with any idea on what to do.
"As if they ever did anything on their own."
No one saw what happened. In the biggest, most populated city in the new world no one saw a woman be executed in brought day light. Well, one person did.
"Not your lucky day, Mr. Mayor." I stuff my mouth with the juice chicken, finally silencing my stomach.
Once the upload reaches 100% the video opens in a big screen. Watching again, knowing what the Mayor has said only makes what happened more evil. She was alone and unarmed but still the Leadership treated her like she was a deadly threat.
"This time he fucked up. Never underestimate the people, asshole."
With a click I post the video on every social media available with bots to boost the views and spread the news but that just the basic.
"It's time for another big appearance."
Activating my projector uptown and imagine of one of the busiest street in Exa pops up, with the spinal link I take control of the camera and it is as if I'm right there at the roof of a building.
Suddenly, in between the skyscrapers covered in ads, the hologram of a hooded person wearing a gas mask pops up big and bright floating over everyone's heads.
On the surrounding area every monitor and holographic screen starts playing the execution clip from the beginning, showing the woman talking to the Force agents. The festive vibe of the Top tier is gone and every pedestrians is looking up with clueless faces.
The woman lifts her foot to advance on the tower and what comes next causes the crowds to hold their breaths in unison.
Perfect, I think.
Above them, the masked figure begins to talk, its voice coming out of the outdoors speakers.
"Exa,"
Zooming in the people are holding their mouths in disbelief.
"She was the terrorist the Leadership eliminated earlier today. If only one of us presents such terrible threat, imagine what he would do if we all gathered at the City tower's steps on Memorial Day."
For a moment the Mask pauses, letting the people feel the weight of the words.
"Rebellion is today."
Just as it appeared, the hologram goes away with a command, but I leave behind the clip of the woman being executed. It plays on loop for a few seconds before it gets shut down by the Force, that finally must've intercepted my signal.
With my work done, I get my conscience back to my home PC before pushing the spinal link.
Disconnecting that cable from my neck always gives me the chills but this time I didn't mind. I lean back on the chair, the smell of food is no longer in the air as I close my eyes, massaging around the link entrance behind my ear.
Disconnecting that cable from my neck always gives me the chills but this time I didn't mind. I lean back on the chair, the smell of food is no longer in the air as I close my eyes, massaging around the link entrance behind my ear.
I know he wasn't expecting this hit. I wish I was a spy bot to see his face right now.
On a side screen the news is running on mute when the clips are put up uncensored. The rebels from the internet had already sent a copy to them, as I expected. Unfortunately I need these sensationalists' help, the poor woman's family will have to see her death on every screen but it won't be for long.
Inhaling deeply I get back to my working posture, connecting back the link to speed things up. There was so much planning to do if I wanted the attack to happen on Memorial Day. Not just planning but money. I will have to get some new gadgets and a few equipment, expensive shit.
I'm already opening my contact list, searching for someone to ask for a job when a new text pops up. A request for a VR trip with natural landscapes, which is a tough thing to find, but then the payment is very generous and there's a bonus if I include real animals.
As I think of it a map of the city shows up and zooms in, focusing on the country.
"Now I just need a ticket to cornland."
With the Force website open in front of me I immediately start working on hacking the form to get me an authorization to leave this godforsaken island. If I work fast I even get to sleep before I go there tomorrow.