SiSU: - Homeland - Cory Doctorow

Chapter 11.
Homeland
What if you threw a blockbuster news event and no one showed up? We'd just dumped
one of the biggest troves of leaked documents in the history of the human race all over
the net, and no one really gave a crap. Some critical combination of the sheer size of
the dump, our sketchy promotions strategy, the pain in the ass nature of Tor, and the fact
that the net was full of people saying that they were hoaxes and stupid and that there was
nothing juicy there -- it all added up to a big, fat yawn.
Joe finally came by my desk at 3:30, just as I was falling into the post-lunch slump, wherein
my blood sugar troughed out so low that I felt like I could barely keep my eyes open -probably
as a result of all the horchata I'd guzzled at lunch, the sugar sending my blood
sugar spiking to infinity so it had nowhere to go but down.
“Hello, Marcus,” he said. He was dressed in his campaigning uniform, a nicely tailored
button-up sweater over a crisp white shirt, slacks that showed off the fact that although he
was pushing fifty, he still had the waistline he'd had as a college varsity sprinter, a Joe for
Senate badge on his lapel. He had like eight of those sweaters, and he kept a spare in a
dry-cleaning bag by his desk, just in case a car splattered him or a baby got sick on him
between campaign stops.
“Joe,” I said, feeling like I was about to be sick. “Look, I'm sorry I wasn't in yesterday, I was
really under the weather. And well, today, you know, it's just been crazy. I've just about
got the network here sorted out, but the website --” I waved my hands in a way that was
meant to convey that it was a total disaster.
He looked grave. “I thought that the Web site was all in order? I remember you saying
something to that effect. Or did I misunderstand?”
I was sinking lower with every utterance. “Well, yeah, it looked okay but when I started
doing a code-audit I found a bunch of potential code-injection vulnerabilities so I've been
doing what I can to reduce the attack-surface of the site, you know, so I can get it all down
to a manageable scale, and --”
He held his hands up to stop my torrent of technobabble. “My, it certainly sounds like quite
an undertaking. I really thought that Myra was better than that.”
And now I really felt like a jerk. Myra, my predecessor, had done an awful lot with very little,
and here I was, dumping all over all her hard work to cover my own useless butt. “Well,
yeah, I mean, she did, but things move really fast, and the patch levels were super lagged,
and you know, the last thing we want is someone hijacking our donors' credit card numbers
or passwords, or using our site to install malicious software on visitors' computers, and,
well --”
“I get the picture. Well, you sound like you've got important things to do here, Marcus. But
I want you to remember that this campaign needs you for more than your ability to patch
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