in the morning gridlock. Yawmon, his head against the glass, watched a happy dog in a nearby car. “I guess,” he said.
Noster looked over, studied his co-worker from the driver’s seat. “But.”
Yawmon turned to him, saw he was interested, and sat back in his seat. “But take the spying thing, for instance. That’s one everybody can get behind, right? Nobody wants to be spied on, yeah? But even that…”
He shook his head, searched for the word. Finding it, he looked at Noster. “Even that has been sold to us.”
Noster was inching the car forward. “Sold?” He slowed to a stop, turned back to Yawmon.
“There’s this spec-fic series I read recently. It’s this dystopian number, high tech society ruled by a corporate elite. Nothing new there, in fact the series lacked a certain subtly for my taste. But there was something really cool in there. Something that parallels our own realm.”
Noster was checking his mirrors. “I think we’re gonna be late again, just so you know. But go on.”
“Their whole deal was making the people think they were being watched and listened to all the time,” continued Yawmon. “They wanted the people thinking there were cers on every corner and informants around every turn. That cameras and mics were recording everything, that a secret police could take you in the night, that death or a cell awaited those who stepped out of line. That kind of thing. You know, they wanted the people afraid.”
“And sure, they threw a lot of people in prison and beat people in the streets and I guess they did a little damage to the underground as well but…”
Noster looked at Yamon.
“Thing is, when the walls finally came tumbling down in part three, the people saw."
He turned to Noster. “It was all a show.”
A stiff honk from his rear pulled Noster’s eyes back to the road. He was able to move a ways this time, though, and by the time they