ROANOKE, VIRGINIA
“There is a lot of evidence that Traynor was assassinated,” Patriot23 wrote.
“True that,” answered WillFreedom.
That’s exactly what he had been thinking, Steph Myers said to himself.
“So who benefits from that?” Patriot23 typed.
Steph watched the chat in real time. He thought about typing his own theories. Everyone here had an alias. No one could be caught saying these things. Nothing would be traced. You could speak freely.
“Who became president? Duh,” wrote someone who called himself TimMcVeighLives.
“You think?” said WillFreedom.
Steph had wondered about that. He’d read a lot about it. There was a lot of info being collected. And there was something about Upton he didn’t trust. She was buttoned up like she was hiding something. It wasn’t natural. She had never been married. She was like a robot. He hated her. He had voted for Traynor because he would shake things up. Because he told the truth. You could just tell. But this seemed like a coup. He didn’t buy all the paranoia, the deep state bullshit. Still.
“Do the math, dude,” Patriot23 wrote.
Steph put his fingers to the keyboard and then stopped. And then he typed.
“I’m looking for proof. Got any suggestions? Willing to get my hands dirty. Just need to know the truth.”
He was breathing hard. He read it over a couple times. Then, bang. He pushed send. There was his alias for the first time: TruthNFreedom. His heart raced. But he began to feel freer.