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Dorothy found relative peace and quiet in the guest bedroom. She signed onto the house’s high-speed internet, with two discrete, silent techies watching over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t call for help. She wouldn’t have. As far as she could tell, she had no help she could trust anywhere.
She checked in with Benny.
Benny: Hi Dorothy. My hacks worked. I can access the whole FBI network. Anonymous is helping me monitor it. Unfortunately, the FBI still doesn’t know why everyone’s after us. Maybe tomorrow. Another disappointment: my friends in Anonymous claim to have figured it out. But they’re full of shit. Totally full of shit. They say the people after us think we invented antigravity. I explained why that was preposterous. He wouldn’t listen. He claimed his behavioral science, which sounds like astrology, was better than our real science. Total impasse there. But if he’s right, and the others think we invented antigravity, this is all a misunderstanding of biblical proportions. Sometimes I just want to retire from the world and spend the rest of my life in a knitting trance.
Dorothy: Antigravity? How stupid can they get! Space aliens or Godzilla would be more credible. What’s happening is infuriating. Even if there’s a good reason for it. But to think it’s a huge, blitheringly stupid mistake ... or maybe some scientist’s joke on his government ... that would make me ... well ... I’d probably hurt people. But let’s wait another day. As you say, hopefully the FBI will figure out what’s going on, and we’ll find out then. Anyway ... so, you knit, Benny? I tried that once, long ago, but never took to it. I get too angry when I drop a stitch. And I shouldn’t have big needles when I’m angry.
Benny: No, no, I don’t knit. Just a figure of speech. Mom knits. Sometimes I watch her. Seems like good therapy.
Dorothy: Just had a thought. What if antigravity is a cover story? What if it has nothing to do with us? What if we’re just fall guys? Patsies? Or maybe a diversion? Something big is going on. But it’s not us. I wish I knew what the hell is going on!