You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
Of course, once my laptop was open on the workbench beside me, it was inevitable that<br />
I'd have a sneaky peek at my email -- looking at my laptop without checking in would be<br />
like going to the cupboard and not snagging a cookie.<br />
To: ‹marcusyallow@pirateparty.org.se›<br />
From: Leaky McLeakerpants<br />
Subject: carrie johnstone d0x<br />
2 use as u see fit<br />
It was signed with a little ASCII-art Guy Fawkes face made out of punctuation marks and<br />
letters, and attached to the email was a gigantic ZIP file.<br />
I had a pretty good idea what that was: every single fact and fantasy that could be had about<br />
Carrie Johnstone and what she was up to. I'd seen d0xxes that went back to second grade<br />
report cards, ones that included the subjects' kids' medical records, everything. Nothing<br />
was off-limits when you were being d0xxed.<br />
I closed my laptop's lid and closed my eyes.<br />
A big part of me didn't want to see the docs in that folder. I had plenty of secret docs in my<br />
life already. And I knew what it was like to be totally, absolutely invaded. Carrie Johnstone<br />
had done it to me. So had the jerks who'd rooted my laptop. Somewhere in the world,<br />
someone might be staring at an email whose subject line was “Marcus Yallow d0x.”<br />
The thing was, I knew I was going to open that zip file. Of course I was. Who wouldn't?<br />
Carrie Johnstone was a monster: kidnapper, torturer, murderer. War criminal. Powertripping<br />
mercenary. Scumbag and commander of scumbags. She was hunting me, too.<br />
Let's not forget that. Now that the story was out, wouldn't Zyz be back? How long until I<br />
met Timmy and Knothead again? Would I end up at the bottom of the Bay this time?<br />
I had to open it. It was self-defense. In fact, I'd bet the only reason Carrie Johnstone hadn't<br />
had me whisked away to some private torture chamber was that she assumed that I'd been<br />
sneaky enough to gather this kind of dossier and had it ready to dump, on a dead man's<br />
switch, if I got disappeared. People like Carrie Johnstone always assume everyone else<br />
thinks like them. Not like people like me. People like me are good people. We deserve to<br />
read other peoples' dirty laundry. Especially bad people.<br />
I was such a coward.<br />
I unpacked the folder and started browsing the docs.<br />
You would have done it, too.<br />
-..-<br />
“Marcus?” a voice said, some eternity later. It was Lemmy, the Noisebridger who'd given<br />
me and Ange our ride back from Burning Man. He was in his forties, an old ex-punk with<br />
<strong>SiSU</strong> www.sisudoc.org/ 185