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<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
-- Carrie Johnstone, the woman of my nightmares. Darryl's, too. “I get so angry, so fast.<br />
It's like I'm watching myself from outside myself.<br />
“You got to do something. I was locked away. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't help<br />
spread the Xnet, or go to big demonstrations, or jam with the other Xnetters. I sat in that<br />
room, naked, alone, for hours and hours and hours, nothing in there but my thoughts, my<br />
voices.”<br />
I'd never really thought of myself as lucky for being where I had been after the DHS took<br />
over San Francisco, but now that I looked at it from Darryl's point of view, I had to admit<br />
that yeah, it could have been a lot worse. I tried to imagine what it would have been like<br />
to be totally helpless and alone, instead of with all these amazing friends and people who<br />
looked up to me and hailed me.<br />
“I'm sorry, D,” I said.<br />
“It's not your fault,” he said. “I don't want to put this on you. It's my own damned problem.”<br />
He swallowed a couple times. “It's partly why I hadn't been around much for you lately.<br />
Didn't want to say something, you know, ugly. Because I know you did what you did for<br />
me.” Had I? Maybe a little. But I also did it for me, for the humiliation and suffering and fear,<br />
to try and get past all that. “But when Jolu told me about the darknet, when I saw those<br />
documents, I felt, like, all right, now it's my turn. Now I can finally do something about all<br />
the nastiness and corruption and evil in the world.<br />
“But Van, she's not down for that. She just wants me to be safe. I get that. But she doesn't<br />
understand how being `safe' means that I can't be whole again, can't get demons out of<br />
my head. I need to make something right, I need to be the star of my own movie for a<br />
change.”<br />
“Jeez, D, man --” I couldn't really find the words. I guess I'd suspected some of this, but I<br />
don't think I'd ever imagined that Darryl would ever say these words to me. It wasn't the<br />
kind of thing that guys said to each other -- not even guys who were as close as brothers,<br />
the way we had been.<br />
“Yeah,” he said. “It sure is a bitch, isn't it?”<br />
“So what do you want to do?” I said.<br />
“What do I want to do?”<br />
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah. What do you want to do? Not `What do you think I should do?' or<br />
`What do you think is the safest thing to do?' What does Darryl Glover want to do, right<br />
now, today?”<br />
He looked down at his hands. His fingernails were chewed ragged, his cuticles dotted with<br />
little scabs from where he'd chewed them bloody. He'd done that as a kid, but he'd stopped<br />
when we were both fourteen. I didn't know he'd started again.<br />
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