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<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
prompt. They start to rubber-hose you for the password, but you gut it out. Whoosh, the<br />
dead man's switch trips, the VM takes itself down, the data is scrambled.<br />
“But then what happens?”<br />
I chewed my lip. I had thought this through this far before and hadn't liked what came next.<br />
“They try to get the password out of me to decrypt the file.”<br />
“Right.”<br />
I said, “And if you're here, they can work on you, too.”<br />
“Which is why we're doing this. Because right away we can give them a password, and<br />
that password will unlock this copy of the VM. It's got a full set of the leaks. But that's not<br />
the copy we work with. That's the one we hide in the plausible deniability partition. And<br />
that's where we keep all our notes, any mailing lists of people who know about this and<br />
work on it with us. We never give them that password. Our story is, we kept the leaks on<br />
this encrypted VM, and we didn't keep notes on them. We didn't know what to do about<br />
them. It's believable. I mean, we don't know what to do with them.”<br />
We did that. We came up with two long, crazy passwords and practiced them on each<br />
other until we had them memorized. Then we stared at each other.<br />
“Now what?”<br />
“We need Jolu,” I said again. “He's all about wholesale data these days.”<br />
Ange nuked the VMs, turning them back into random-seeming gibberish. “Those speakers<br />
are driving me crazy,” she said. “Are you sure they'll stop this laser-listener stuff?”<br />
I shook my head.<br />
“Fine,” she said. “Let's turn them down for a while, anyway.<br />
“So, Jolu. You know that bringing Jolu into this is pretty much the same kind of dick move<br />
that Masha pulled when she brought you into it.”<br />
“I know. But it's different with Jolu. He's my friend. One of my best friends.”<br />
She chewed on some words for a while. “Marcus, no offense, but is that still true?<br />
When was the last time you guys actually hung out? When was the last time you even<br />
talked?”<br />
I squirmed. She was right. “Okay, point taken, but that doesn't mean we're not still friends.<br />
We don't dislike each other, we're just, you know, busy with our own things. I've known<br />
Jolu for most of my life, since I was a little kid. He's the right guy for this.”<br />
“I don't mean to make you all defensive, all right? It's just that you're about to put Jolu<br />
into a really hard spot, and it's the kind of thing that you should be really, really sure about<br />
before you do it.”<br />
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