Freedom TM

me!”
    “Don’t shout. Shouting will only make you hoarse. And it won’t change anything. A lot of prisoners make that mistake. Now, let’s get back to your quest. How many darknet operatives are tracking the progress of your quest? How many are donating darknet credits toward its success?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Don’t play dumb, Sergeant. We’re already creating darknet objects—like the quest thread you followed to us.”
    Sebeck stared at the floor.
    “We have a complete breakdown of your activities from darknet news feeds, and we know your circle of operatives. You’ve been on quite a journey.”
    Sebeck shook his head slowly. “You evil prick … you’re carving up young people to—”
    “Yes, we’ve infiltrated the darknet, Sergeant. We’re more creative than you imagine. And unlike you, we’ll do whatever’s necessary to win.”
    “I’ve seen what you’re capable of.”
    The Major looked at his watch. “Belief is malleable. All one has to do to gain access to the darknet is
believe
in its purpose. The teenage runaways I introduce to the Daemon consider me their dear friend. A friend who rescued them from life as a sex slave in some brothel—one who showed them a world they never dreamed existed. And once they’re in, they become very useful to me.”
    “You cut off their heads and hijack their accounts!”
    “Soon, we won’t even need to do that.”
    “I thought I knew what evil was. But I was wrong.”
    The Major just shrugged it off. “I don’t care, Sergeant. There’s no shortage of unwanted people in the world. Now let’s get back to this quest of yours. What happens if you succeed? What Daemon event are you trying to trigger?”
    “Fuck you.”
    “You won’t answer?”
    “I don’t know. That’s the answer. Sobol gave me a quest, and I have no idea how to accomplish it.”
    “What about this D-Space Thread you’re following?”
    Sebeck realized with a pang of loss that he no longer could see the Thread. He no longer had HUD glasses, and D-Space was invisible to him. “I can’t see it anymore.”
    “And what if we brought your HUD glasses? Would you lead us on the path of this Thread?”
    “It wasn’t meant for you.”
    “If you cooperate, I can give you your old life back. I can undo this curse Sobol cast on you. Make Detective Sebeck live again. Clear his name. Turn him into a hero.”
    Sebeck just shook his head. “I’m not the person I was then, and I don’t want to be. I’ve seen the truth now.”
    The Major nodded grimly. “Why would you help the same system that took so much from you?”
    “This ‘system’ will help people take back control—from bastards like you.”
    “‘Bastards like me’ serve a purpose. People need order, Sergeant. They need to be told what to think, what to do, what to believe, or everything will fall apart. This miracle of modern civilization doesn’t just happen. It requires careful management by professionals willing to do whatever is necessary to keep things running smoothly.…”
    “Is that what you tell yourself?”
    “It’s the truth, even if you don’t want to hear it.”
    Sebeck shook his head. “I don’t have to believe you. I’ve seen the truth with my own eyes. The people don’t need to be protected from themselves.”
    The Major glanced at his watch again. “You disappoint me, Sergeant. You really do. I would normally have taken a more patient and deliberate approach with your case, but time is of the essence, and I must be off.” He stood and pulled the chair back along the wall. “And you—along with your DNA—were officially cremated many months ago. We can’t have you popping up and ruining the official story. Not now.” He rapped on the metal door. A portal slid open with a clack. A moment of recognition and then the door opened.
    Two beefy soldiers in ski masks with stun sticks and metal whips on their belts entered.
    The Major pointed to Sebeck. “Take him and his friend out to the dump at Q-27. Put their bodies through a wood chipper. I don’t want anyone to find a shred of evidence that they ever existed.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Sebeck glared from his chair. “You motherfucker.”
    The Major regarded him. “Look at the bright side, Sergeant. Your quest is over.” He exited as the guards pulled out their stun sticks.
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    Sebeck rode in the passenger bay of a heavy vehicle. A diesel engine rattling somewhere beyond steel walls. He