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<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
suggestion that we should work with those total creeps. As it was, my creepiness scale<br />
had been radically recalibrated in the last day or so, and while the spooks who'd rooted my<br />
machine might have rated a nine the week before, now they were about a six, and falling<br />
fast.<br />
Ange spoke up for me, though. “I don't think that's fair to Marcus, Darryl. They were spying<br />
on him, after all. They violated his privacy all the way, from asshole to appetite. I don't<br />
think that's the kind of people we want to work with.”<br />
I relaxed a little. Good old Ange.<br />
“So what do you propose?” Darryl said. His body language was noticeably more on edge<br />
than it had been a second before. I remembered his confession in the park, his desire<br />
to get a chance to be the star of his own movie for a change. I'm sure it sucked to have<br />
someone else second-guess his awesome action-hero plan. But screw it, those guys were<br />
still creeps.<br />
“We tell it to the press. Mail a link to Barbara Stratford, anonymously, tell her how to access<br />
the darknet. Of all the journalists in the world, she's probably the most likely to be able to<br />
figure out how to use a Tor darknet site. And if she can't figure it out, she'll know lots of<br />
hairfaces who can help her out.” Barbara Stratford was a muckraking journo who wrote for<br />
the Bay Guardian. She was an old friend of my folks', and had led the effort to spring me<br />
from the clutches of Carrie Johnstone's torturers. But she was a traditional print journalist<br />
with a lot to lose, and she moved with a lot of plodding caution.<br />
“That sounds slow,” Darryl said. “What's she going to do, read all those docs, call up a<br />
second source to corroborate them, run it past legal, write a story, and file it for publication<br />
in next week's issue? We need this stuff to go live now.”<br />
Ange opened her mouth to argue, but Jolu held a hand up. “No reason we can't do both.<br />
We tell your reporter friend about it, but we also post the darknet address where anyone<br />
can find it.”<br />
“How?” I said. I'd been thinking about this. How do you publicize something while staying<br />
anonymous?<br />
Jolu shrugged. “Create a new Twitter account, use it from behind IPredator. Create a new<br />
Wordpress blog, do the same thing. Make a new Facebook identity, put it there, too.”<br />
I shook my head. “That'll never work. Who pays attention to a Twitter account that's just<br />
been created?”<br />
“Well, you could retweet it, you've got thousands of followers. Or I could.”<br />
“Yeah, and I could just make a blinking EL wire sign that says `That anonymous account?<br />
It's really me.'”<br />
“Good point,” Darryl said. “So we find someone we trust, and ask that person to ask their<br />
friends to big it up, link to it, retweet it, friend it, whatever. Make it hard to trace it back.”<br />
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