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Cover by Jim Holloway
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JEROME-G, THIS IS YOUR FRIEND THE
COMPUTER.
Jerome-G had a good job at the Threat Obfuscation Department
in The Computers underground city of Alpha Complex. He
invented false threats to cover up true dangers. It made perfect
sense, once he understood The Computers idea of true is
entirely false.
INTERNAL SECURITY CONSIDERS YOU A
CITIZEN OF INTEREST.
Suddenly Jeromes fake menaces are turning real. Rogue robots
are conspiring for independence. Theres a pirate ship in the
transport tubes. And the real-est threat is the powerful executive
Ellister-V, who means to dispose of Jerome permanently.
WELCOME TO THE TROUBLESHOOTERS!
To evade a fatal reassignment as reactor shielding, Jerome
volunteers for The Computers elite service unit. Troubleshooters
heroically defend Alpha Complex from traitors. Too bad
Troubleshooters are often traitors themselves.
YOUR MISSION: FIND A LOST PAIR OF GLASSES.
If Jeromes teammates knew the equipment they seek is rightin his pocket, theyd kill him. His experimental Augmented
Reality goggles reveal the truth behind everythingand hes
more confused than ever.
YOU ARE IN ERROR. NO ONE IS SCREAMING.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
This is a FREE preview, Jeromes Augmented Reality,
Chapters 1-4 of the complete PARANOIA novel
S1Reality Optional by Gareth Hanrahan
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Jeromes Augmented Reality
Chapters 1-4 of
Reality OptionalGareth Hanrahan
Ultraviolet Books ultravioletbooks.com
Jeromes Augmented Reality, Reality Optional andPARANOIA
TM & copyright 2011 by Eric Goldberg and Greg Costikyan.
PARANOIA is a trademark of Eric Goldberg and Greg Costikyan.
All Rights Reserved. Allen Varney, Authorized User.
Based on thePARANOIA roleplaying game. Original setting &
game design by Dan Gelber, Greg Costikyan, and Eric Goldberg.
Copyright 1984, 1987, 2004, 2009 Eric Goldberg and Greg
Costikyan. All Rights Reserved.
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Orientation
ALPHA COMPLEX
The Computers underground city of the future. Trust The
Computer! The Computer is your friend!
SECURITY CLEARANCE
The measure of The Computers trust. Citizens are ranked
according to the colors of the spectrum: INFRAREDs are
untrusted, REDs and ORANGEs slightly trusted, and so on
up through VIOLET executives and The Computers High
Programmers, the ULTRAVIOLETs.
SECRET SOCIETIES
Diverse organizations of conspirators plotting againstAlpha Complex; threats to good order and good hygiene.
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Jeromes Augmented Reality:Chapters 1-4 from the full-length PARANOIA
novelReality Optional byGareth Hanrahan
1: Jerome-Gs quarters
Jerome-G suspected his bed was plotting against him.
As a GREEN-Clearance citizen, he was a junior executive,
with quarters to match. His rickety YELLOW-Clearance bunk
bed had been upgraded to a sleeping tube, a plastic cofn built
into the wall of his cramped apartment. The mattress squelched
when he lay on it, supposedly reconguring itself to maximize
his comfort and improve his posture. In fact it frisked him for
concealed items as he slept, insinuating memory-foam cilia into
every crack. Overhead, an aerosol drug dispenser red Wakey-
Wakey gas in the morningcycle and Sleepy-Sleep gas at 23:00. A
camera watched as he slept. Jerome had little problem with that;
if someone wanted to watch a short, spindle-thin, inconspicuous
nebbish lying prone for seven hours, ne. What bothered himwas the raised pillowhe suspected it hid a microphone so They
could listen to him talking in his sleep.
Soon after Celeste-B promoted Jerome to GREEN, hed
discovered he could remove one of the plastic panels that lined
the inner surface of the sleeping tube, revealing a convenient little
hollow. Better, if he turned on his side and curled up like a fetus
in a clone tank, he could shield the hollow from the camera. He
used the hollow to store his notes. But in the last few weeks hedbeen struck by a worrying thoughtwhat if the beds designers
knew hed use the hollow to hide treasonous material? Had they
deliberately created that space in the bed, an all-too-convenient
hiding place that could be searched for contraband and seditious
propaganda when the supposedly trusted GREEN ofcial was
away at work? Had he fallen into their trap?
Even if Internal Security broke in and found the notes, Jerome
told himself, everythings in code.
Well, almost everythingthe earliest notes, the ones Jerome
wrote to himself when he was a Junior Citizen or an INFRARED,
were plaintext. Back then, his biggest worry wasnt detection by
Internal Security, but having his memories erased. The Computer
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dictated heavy medication for lower-clearance citizens, so
everyone below ORANGE existed in a blissed-out haze. Back
then, he wrote notes to himself to preserve those moments of
blazing insight that seemed to come only to him.
THE COMPUTER IS NOT MY FRIEND was the very rst
note, written in childish block capitals on the back of a Combat
Gum wrapper. Another was Secret society agendas blind you to
the true conspiracy, scribbled in a panic after one of Jeromes
co-workers in the Food Vats tried to recruit him into the Sierra
Club by showing him a cockroach. Hed refusedeven back
then, as an INFRARED, hed worked out that Alpha Complex
was not the entire world, that there was something outside the
endless corridors, ofces, factories, cafeterias, reactors, and
confession booths of The Computers underground utopia.
Alpha Complex was not the world, but the great secret had to
be somewhere within these walls. Why else was everyone here?
The Deluded seek to defy the System, but their Deance
is simply Compliance with the Metasystem. That note dated
from soon after he was promoted out of the Food Vats intoan office job and RED Clearance. At each clearance, the
drug regimen became more subtle, and you could think more
clearly. For Jeromerather, Jerome-RRED meant a series of
pretentious, sonorous observations with Far Too Many Capitals.
Hed realized pretty much everyone else was a believer in one
deluded secret society or anotherno one was perfectly loyal
to The Computers regimebut everyones treasons, pulling
this way and that, pulled the whole system into an equilibriumborn of a hundred conicting conspiraciesall designed, he was
convinced, to distract people like him from the true manipulators
behind the scenes. Or, as he started writing it at that time, the
Great Conspiracy.
Celeste spotted his talent and pulled him up through the ranks.
She would have told him keeping these notes, even coded notes,
was an unacceptable risk. Sentimentality would get him killed.
He stuffed the notes back into the hollow and closed it tight.
Perhaps, if they were found, he could claim someone broke into
his quarters and planted the notes. Or maybe he should plant
fake notes among the real ones, to throw them off the scentbut
then, if he got brainscrubbed, would he be able to tell which were
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fake and which were real? Celeste would have told him to trust
his instincts, but
The alarm squealed on his Personal Digital Companion, jolting
him out of his reverie. He opened the sleeping tube and padded
four steps across the apartment to the Refresh-O-Matic. In its
parabolic camera lens his nose looked even bigger, his weak chin
weaker, his receding hairline recedier than reality. A tiny readout
blinked 05:46. He thumbed the CoffeeLyke button.
ATTENTION, CITIZEN JEROME-G-NSO-1. THIS IS
YOUR FRIEND, THE COMPUTER.
The Computers voice lled the whole room with electric-honey
tones, precisely calibrated to reassure and to inspire.
Friend Computer! In the darkness Jerome-G snapped to
attention. He looked up at the security camera above the door.
The Computer controlled every aspect of life in Alpha Complex.
IT IS 05:47 HOURS, CITIZEN. YOUR ASSIGNEDWAKE-UP TIME IS 06:00. WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?
Claiming insomnia meant a battery of psychological tests and
medication. Telling the truth would get him killed. A lie bubbled
up instinctively.
Thank you for your concern, Friend Computer. Im happy to
report I had an idea related to my assigned work duties while
sleeping, and wanted to write down the insight.
YOUR SHIFT AT THREAT OBFUSCATION DOES
NOT BEGIN UNTIL 07:30 HOURS, CITIZEN. IN THE
FUTURE, RESTRICT SPONTANEOUS IDEAS TO
YOUR ASSIGNED WORK SHIFT TIMES.
Yes, Friend Computer.
FAILURE TO DO SO IMPEDES WORKFLOW.
UNREGISTERED CREATIVITY IS A CLEAR
INDICATOR OF SEDITION. RISING BEFORE YOUR
ASSIGNED WAKE-UP TIME RESULTS IN FATIGUE.
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YOUR WAKEY-WAKEY AND SLEEPY-SLEEP
DOSAGES WILL BE ADJUSTED ACCORDINGLY.
Thank you, Friend Computer.
HAVE A GOOD DAYCYCLE, CITIZEN, STARTING
IN 12 MINUTES.
The CoffeeLyke dispenser disgorged a brownish slurry of
hot liquid and stringy half-dissolved nodules of freeze-dried
chemical gunk. It tasted marginally worse than it looked, but it
shook Jeromes brain to full wakefulness. It also caused heart
palpitations and liver scarring. Everyone in Alpha Complex
was assigned ve or more clone replacement bodies, and rumor
claimed the unhealthy side effects of CoffeeLyke and other
FunFoods accounted for a good 20% of all required replacements.
Citizen-on-citizen violence accounted for another 35%. That
statistic wandered nervously around Jeromes mind as the
doorbell rang.Outside, the corridor was still dark, lit only by green oor stripes
and the ashing LEDs of scrubots as they swept for litter and
bloodstains. Three shadowy gures crammed into the doorway of
Jeromes apartment, out of sight of the hallway cameras. When
Jerome opened the door, they tumbled in.
They called themselves RED Roy, ORANGE Roy, and
YELLOW Royobviously fake names, although Jerome
suspected ORANGE Roy was stupid enough to use his realname. They worked in some low-clearance manual labor section
that required hulking muscles and limited social skills. Each of
them wore a tool belt with pliers, vices, power drills, and spiky
metal bits that would make an Internal Security Information
Volunteering Enhancer jealous. All three belonged to the secret
society Free Enterprise.
Jerome appreciated Free Enterprise. That conspiracythat
maaran the underground economy of Alpha Complex. They
could get you anything for the right price, orif you let your
guard downthey could get the right price for your possessions
and internal organs. Though he suspected the secret masters of
Free Enterprise had a higher purpose, low-rank thugslike
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Roy-R, Roy-O and Roy-Ywere easily manipulated with the
promise of cash. It was absurdas if mere money meant anything
in a controlled economybut they were useful to Jerome, and
GREEN Clearance conferred a good salary.
Have you got it? he asked.
The Roys grinned at him. Something was wrong. They were
too condent. He wished hed taken his Computer-issue laser
pistol to bed with him, instead of leaving it hanging on the wall
beside the door, on the wrong side of the three increasingly-
intimidating thugs.
We got it, said Roy-R.
Were reliable, said Roy-O.
But the deals off, said Roy-Y.
To emphasize the point, Roy-R reached out and with one meaty
nger pushed Jeromes CoffeeLyke cup off the countertop. The
heatproof plastic cup bounced off the heatproof plastic oor and
splashed hot liquid over Jeromes distinctly non-heatproof shin.
He yelped and fell back against the bed.
No deal means no money for you, he said, and my superiorswont be happy with this. The superiors were a lie; Jerome had
hired the three Roys himself. For protection, hed played the
middleman, hiring the trio on behalf of some sinister mastermind
with signicant repower and anger management issues. If the
three Roys were willing to break the deal, then either someone
else was leaning on them or theyd found a way to make much
more money than Jerome paid.
Theres a new deal. Roy-Y kicked the CoffeeLyke cup acrossthe room.
A better deal, Roy-O added.
Hurry up, said Roy-R, checking the time. I wanna beat the
rush to the cafeteria.
Roy-Y loomed over Jerome. He smiled. You work in Threat
Obfuscation.
Jerome made a noncommittal spasm of his shoulders and neck,
the nonverbal equivalent of you might very well think that but I
couldnt possibly comment.
We want the les for any upcoming threats to public safety,
Roy-Y continued. Radiation leaks, chemical spills, fungal
blooms, mutie outbreaksthat kind of stuff.
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Roy-O added, Also, any shortages, ration decreases,
production shortfalls and stuff.
Roy-R didnt say anything. Hed found a packet of CruncheeTym
Soy-Based Chips in Jeromes locker and was munching them in
a threatening fashion, as if to say See this chip? This chip is you
if you dont do what we say. Were going to eat you messily and
maybe choke on you, ahem, excuse me.
And once youve got those les, let me guess. Jerome tried to
look calm, smug, protected. Youll start selling stuff on the black
market that feeds into these fears. The Computer announces a
chemical spill, and hey, youve already got ten thousand gasmasks
and chem-resistant pairs of boots in a warehouse ready to sell.
That sort of stuff?
Roy-Y snapped Never you mind! at the same moment Roy-O
said Exactly! They scowled at each other.
Those les are kept in my bosss ofce. Jerome opted for a
policy of cautious honesty. Getting them wont be easy. I might
be able to get what youre looking for, but itll take a couple of
days. ISuddenly he was on the oor. The back of his head smashed
painfully into the tiles as Roy-R grabbed his ankles and pulled.
Roy-O knelt heavily on his left hand, crushing the ngers. Roy-Y
put his foot on Jeromes chest and leaned down, presenting an
unpleasant close-up of his aring nostrils.
No. Youll get those les today. Well be back here at lunch,
hear me? And if those les aint here then, well -
He means well hurt you with our power tools, Roy-O said.Like, well cut toes off, or drill you with our drills. Or put bits
of you in the vise.
And then close the vise, Roy-R added. I dont think we
should do the toe thing. It turns my stomach.
Roy-O nodded. Okay, then just the drills. Well drill you with
the power drills, and well hurt you with the vise, but He
lowered his voice to a intimidating growl. well leave your
toes intact.
Roy-Y stared. Did you two miss the Threats and Intimidation
seminar at the last general meeting? They did a whole section
on letting the victims imagination ll in the details. Way more
effective.
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Roy-O hurled himself at Jerome, grabbed his collar, and hissed,
Forget what I just said! Were going to hurt you in extremely
non-specic ways! They mayor may not involve power
tools!
But no toes! Roy-Rs face turned a shade of green several
levels about his clearance.
Probably kneecaps then, if that works for everyone! Roy-O
showed murderous rage and a talent for consensus-building.
And what if I just report you all to Internal Security? Jerome
askeda question from the oor.
Roy-Y had obviously rehearsed his answer. Then well tell
IntSec the high-and-mighty GREEN executive was looking for
the secret location of the Humanist meeting. IntSec doesnt bother
us. We just do grievous bodily harm and smuggling and extortion.
But wanting to join the Humanists? Thats treason, big treason.
You report usthey just kick the Hot Fun out of us. We report
youyoure terminated.
They kicked him once each, for emphasis, then stomped out.
Jerome pulled himself onto the bed and slumped back onhis intrusive mattress. He had no intention of joining the
Humanists; he needed that meeting location to keep tabs on
Celestes allies. But Internal Security wouldnt buy that as an
excuse. The Computers inquisitors were unlikely to be moved
by a plea of I was only committing treason because I suspect
Celestes Humanist allies are targeting me for assassination after
I terminated her. Of course, The Computers inquisitors werent
moved by any plea. They worked off an interrogation scriptderived from telemarketing, and it had no branches involving
mercy or mitigating circumstances. Reporting the Roys to IntSec
had been a bluff, and theyd called it.
He had to get the les.
The les were in Peter-Bs ofce.
And Peter-B was the one citizen Jerome could never beat.
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TWELVE YEARCYCLES AGO....
Jerome-NSOINFRAREDs didnt get clearance initialssat in
the best holding cell ever. He wasnt quite sure why this particular
cell was the most wonderful place in all Alpha Complex, but
it sure was. The dim light, the decaying, crumbling walls, the
hard bed, the security camera, and most of all the pungent
stencheverything he saw or smelled ooded his brain with
absolute happiness.
Or maybe that was the drugs. They had given him quite a lot
of drugs.
He wracked his brains for memories that hadnt turned to merry
sludge. Something about a riot. He vaguely remembered a riot.
He even remembered doing something to start it.
You told your barracks-mates there was free Bouncy Bubble
Beverage in the HPD&MC admin section, said a wobbly hazy
gure. Looking at wobbly hazy gures was fun! Fun made him
happy. He giggled.
And when they smashed the door down, you sneaked off
and tried to break into the secure les, Wobbly Hazy Figurecontinued. Concentrating really really hard, he thought Wobbly
Hazy Figure might be a woman wearing orange. He reached
back as far as he could in his memory, and remembered the last
thing Wobbly Hazy Figure said. It was an accusation! Wobbly
Hazy Internal Security!
Somewhere under the fuzzy goop of the drugs was his
cleverness. He could get out of this one. Getting out of things
made him happy.I didnt sneak off and try to break into the secure les. There.
That would do it. Being so happy made him clever. No, other way.
Being so happy made him clever. Wait. One more time. Being
soclever! Made him clev- happy! That was it! He was happy
that he was happy. He was so happy he shared his cleverness
with Wobbly Hazy Figure.
That was a lie! I did sneak off. I did break into the secure
les. He giggled again. Confession was fun.
Why did you do that? asked Wobbly Hazy Figure softly.
He frowned. There was a Reason. A really big capital-letter
Reason. Hed arranged the riot, gotten his barracksmates hooked
on Bouncy Bubble Beverage, spied on the higher-clearance
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citizens for weeks because of the Reason. The Reason made him
more than happy, it was Important.
To nd out the truth, he admitted. Are you going to terminate
me?
Wobbly Hazy Figure wobbled. Im not Internal Security,
Jerome. Im a friend.
He smiled again. Having a friend made him happy.
2: Conformity Is Fun MultifunctionalPublic Space
One of Jerome-Gs articles of faith, recorded on a scrap of
paper hidden in his sleeping tube, was that the Great Conspiracy
manipulated everyone in Alpha Complex by playing on their
delusions. Everyone danced when it pulled their invisible
strings. For years, Jerome had survived by pulling those strings
himself, becoming a parasite on the vast organization whose
existence he alone could perceive. Everyone else in Alpha
Complex had bought into a false reality that blinded them to theConspiracy. Innocent citizens loyal to The Computers regime
believed Alpha Complex existed to protect them from the threat
of Communism. Pull the strings marked appeal to patriotism
or fear of Commies and they jumped. If he tried to speak the
truth, the Conspiracy, through its Internal Security stooges, would
brand him a traitor and terminate him. Yet he had to make people
understand. He had to show them something they couldnt ignore,
some absolute proof.Other secret societies and beliefs were just distractions. The
Great Conspiracy hid behind a thousand masks, concealing itself
with lesser false conspiracies. People like the Free Enterprisers
believed the whole system was just a money-making scam;
their metaphorical strings were labeled greed and prot.
The religious nuts who thought The Computer was a god would
never look to see who was really running The Computer. The
ambitious lickspittles who thought the High Programmers were
in charge dismissed the power and reach of the various secret
societies that had inltrated all of Alpha Complex. The rebels
and anarchists who fought the system were really just puppets
of a different kind, one hand of the great conspiracy rebelling
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against the other so that neither hand felt the strings connecting
it to the third hand that actually pulled...
The metaphor, Jerome realized, was escaping him.
But Jerome was smart enough to see the truth. Given time, he
was condent he could outwit the three Roys. Theyd escalated
to violence faster than anticipated, but that could be dealt with,
although coming up with a cunning plan by lunch was pushing
it. Getting the le from Peter-Bs ofce was a bigger issue.
Another article of faith, on a separate paper scrap, held
that everyone could be manipulated. There was no hermetic
traitor even someone who secretly espoused a really out-there
philosophy, like a Sierra Clubber who wanted to return to the
Outdoors, must pretend to be a good citizen, and so could be
motivated by appeals to patriotism. Often traitors were especially
vulnerable to such appeals, as they try to cloak their treason in
obsequious, cloying, overly enthusiastic loyalty. Jeromes system
depending on identifying the most effective levers and, well,
levering them. Give him a place to spy, and he would blackmail
the world.Peter-B was the exception. After months of observing Peter,
Jerome still found him a perfectly smooth sphere without the
slightest hint of a lever. Everyone else had aws, ambitions,
agendas, dark secrets, or just personal opinions Jerome could use,
leverage, and nally turn against them. Peter had nothing. He
lived his life in strict accord with regulations. He never took risks
or missed deadlines. He never stuck his neck out for anything,
never made a decision that wasnt ratied by a dozen fact-ndingcommittees. It wasnt that he was noticeably loyal, either. Jerome
could have applied his techniques to fervent patriotism, but Peter
approached loyalty as he approached everything else: with a xed
determination to conform exactly to what was expected of him,
and no more. With frustration and perhaps a little fear, Jerome
acknowledged Peters astounding powers of deception. Behind
that spongy, buffoonish exterior, his boss concealed a mind like
a steel trap and the survival instincts of a mutant cockroach.
Threat Obfuscation was within walking distance of his
quarters if he cut across the SMO Sector Conformity Is Fun
Multifunctional Public Space. The huge, hangar-like room was
crowded this morning, as INFRARED workers and their RED
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supervisors got the place ready for some kind of event. At one
end, a scaffold for a screen stood half-nished, while overhead
theyd strung steel cables for bunting and banners. Internal
Security troopers in green armorGREEN goons, IntSecs all-
purpose musclepushed through the crowd with bomb detectors
and chem-sniffers.
Jerome stepped past an ORANGE technician who was arguing
with a newly-installed vendobot. Youll go where I put you.
The technician wrestled the machine up against the wall.
Everyone will be looking at the stage, the machine whined.
I should be up at that end. Youre impeding my ability to sell
Bouncy Bubble Beverage. Almost every appliance in Alpha
Complex had a bot brain in it, for the convenience and happiness
of citizens. (At least, for the convenience and happiness of
citizens working in the lucrative bot brain industry. If you just
wanted to buy a can of Bouncy Bubble Beverage with a minimum
of arguments and existential vending-machine angst, you were
out of luck.)
ATTENTION CITIZENS, THIS IS A SECURITY
ANNOUNCEMENT. THIS SECTOR MAY BE
TARGETED BY COMMIE MUTANT TRAITOR
TERRORISTS. REPORT ANY SUSPICIOUS
BEHAVIOR, SUSPECT PACKAGES, OR OTHER
POTENTIAL THREATS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR
COOPERATION.
The Computers announcement galvanized the IntSec goons
into action. They started checking the credentials of every
citizen trying to leave the Multifunctional Public Space. It
was like putting a bar magnet into a tray of iron lings, if the
lings spontaneously organized into a very, very long queue.
Attempting to pull rank would only make Internal Security
suspiciousonly citizens of BLUE Clearance or higher could
breeze through checkpoints. As Jerome crept towards the exit,
he felt time ticking away.
To no one in particular, he said, I like my kneecaps.
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TEN YEARCYCLES AGO....
Celeste-O described her work as data mine hygiene. The lower
clearances were denied virtually all information, but the higher
clearances suffered the opposite problem: too much data coming
at them from every direction. Millions of security cameras, hidden
mikes, informants and spies and counter-spies, surveillance
reports and rumors and trafc analyses, and on top of all that,
a middle class of clerks, analysts, advisors and bureaucrats so
desperate to justify their positions they could extract a 50-page
threat report from a single word picked up by a surveillance bug.
Sorting signals from noise was close to impossible.
Celeste worked with data miners who tried to identify patterns
in the data. Too often they went insane, making connections
seemingly at random. She explained it to Jerome-R at one of
their clandestine meetings.
Situation: You are a data miner. You have identied a group of
traitors using a code to communicate. Celeste spoke in a clipped
monotone, and rarely looked directly at Jerome. When she did,
she watched him as though from the far end of a telescope, likean explorer analyzing the strange natives of Alpha Complex.
She looked quite nice, with sculpted features, black hair pulled
back in a tight bun, and a trim gure suited for much higher-
clearance clothing than her baggy orange jumpsuit. When she
rst recruited him, Jerome assumed she had some scheme in
mind. It took him several months before he realized she was, in
some distant way, lonely.
Whats the code?A simple color-based code. A limited number of words or
phrases are encoded as color-band pairs or triplets. Red/yellow
might mean meeting, red/red signies we are being watched,
and so on. Yellow/yellow means do not trust what I am saying to
you. The traitors can transmit covert messages as color patterns
in conversation, or post notices in some fashionsay, if they
control a laundromat, they can ll different dryers with jumpsuits
of the appropriate color. Any traitor passing the laundromat can
see the message bomb-making meeting next Twosdayhigh
security, but everyone else just sees a row of dryers.
Celeste pointed to the band of red paint along the cafeteria
oor. One of our analysts cracks this code. He can now read the
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traitors hidden messages. However, color pairs are everywhere in
Alpha Complex. Lookthe two of us form an orange/red color,
signifying Threesday. The data miner knows the code but not
the context in which to apply it, so Alpha Complex becomes
a cacophony of secret messages. Every time he sees a pair of
colored objects, his mind instinctively translates it.
Jerome-R sipped his CoffeeLyke. Hed learned if you waited
until it was no longer searing hot, then swallowed without tasting,
you could get most of the caffeine without the lingering sensation
of burnt plastic. I can see how that would be distracting.
Distracting! Celeste-O conveyed emotion not with the tone
of her voice, but with her unnaturally mobile eyebrows. Its
maddening. Rapidly, pareidolia sets in. With the sheer number
of random color-pairs, its inevitable some will appear strangely
signicant. The analyst comes to believe someone is trying to
communicate with him via, say, the arrangement of avored
CruncheeTym snack packets in a vending machine or the shoes
worn by transbot commuters. The analyst becomes useless.
And then you come in. He always enjoyed his conversationswith Celeste. He never let his guard down completely, of course
there was every possibility she was an IntSec provocateurbut
if this strange creature was an actress sent to entrap him, theyd
done a masterful if eccentric job.
Celeste nodded. Precisely. My role is to debrief the deranged
and extract any useful insights I can.
Ever get anything useful?
Ofcially, no. However Celeste stole a sidelong glance atJerome. I began to discern certain patterns in the data. I found
I could draw parallels between techniques, match rumors
Someones trying to communicate with you via insane data
miners?
No, of course not, she said hurriedly. I havent thought that
in months. No, Ive developedwell, am developinga set of
techniques for identifying modes of treason and deception, for
nding commonalities among conspiratorial structures.
Jerome wasnt sure if he was feinting to determine if she was
an IntSec agent, orfor the rst time in his lifeexpressing
genuine trust. Regardless, he found himself confessing. Ever
since I was a Junior Citizen, Ive always felt there was a big
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conspiracy out there, behind everything. Ive never known where
to start looking.
Four citizens sat down nearby: red/yellow/red/orange.
Celeste-O watched them through her telescope.
Then, for the rst time, she looked directly at Jerome. I think
youre right.
3: Threat Obfuscation
Threat Obfuscation is a natural response to standard information-
security protocols. Say you, a high-ranking Internal Security
coordinator, have just found out those dastardly Communists are
about to attack the main airlock in Sector XYZ. You send heavily
armed agents down to the airlock to zap the Commies, right?
But waitwhat if theres a Commie spy in your employ? If
you dispatch your agents to the airlock to arrest the Commies,
the spy tips off the enemy and theyll change their plans. But
if you dont order your agents down to the airlock, XYZ will
be overrun by borscht-eating socialists and The Computer willstart asking awkward questions like WHEN DID YOU FIRST
REALIZE YOU WERE CRIMINALLY INCOMPETENT?
Youve got to position your agents withoutand this is the tricky
bitwithout your own agents knowing about it.
Enter the Department of Threat Obfuscation.
Threat Obfuscation creates a new fake threat for your agents to
investigate that just happens to be right next door to the airlock.
So you tell all your agents theyre investigating the AirlockTechnician Drug Smuggling Ring, the Commie spy never realizes
youre onto their evil plot, the Commies get zapped, and you get
promoted! Bonus Hot Fun rations for all, right?
But wait, wait! What if theres also a Commie spy in Threat
Obfuscation? One well-placed spy there could ruin everything
by reporting which threats are real and which are fake. The only
rational solution, obviously, is to feed everything produced by
Threat Obfuscation back into Threat Obfuscation a few times,
so no one knows if the real threat is the Airlock Technician Drug
Smugglers or Dangerous Toxins Carried In From Outdoors or
the Communists or Citizens Driven Mad By Airlocks Changing
Their Inner Ear Pressure, It Can Happen You Know or....
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Your card, citizen. Another IntSec guard was stationed at the
door of Threat Obfuscation. That was unusual. The department
didnt normally rate a door guard.
Jerome-G swiped his ME Card through the scanner. It
bleeped twice. The guard seemed satised with the rst bleep
and disconcerted by the second, but he let Jerome past without
questions. Glancing around the ofce, Jerome instantly picked up
on the tension. Frightened faces with xed plastic smiles watched
him as he walked to his cubicle. A half-dozen IntSec troopers
guarded other exits, and another two stood at the entrance to
Peter-Bs ofce. The last time thered been this much security
presence at Threat Obfuscation was when they came to arrest
Celeste-B.
Betraying nothing, he kept his head down and went straight
to his desk.
The ofce was a testament to the many threats its workers had
imagined:
The ofce light was dim and yellowish. The ceiling lights werelow-power, low-mercury plastic tubing, because (as everybody
knows) a random power surge can make uorescent glass bulbs
explode, driving glass shards into your eyes and mercury vapor
into your lungs, blinding you, permanently damaging your
nervous system, and causing lifelong chronic or recurrent tremors
in your limbs, though this isnt quite so much a nuisance as you
might think because your life expectancy is quartered. Newly
assigned workers suffered eyestrain and headaches until theystarted bringing in mini-ash handheld lights. You know, though,
the batteries in those things can explode at any second.
Each desk was bulletproof, of course, and a worker could,
on ten seconds notice, simply pull down a sliding panel to
recongure the desks underside as a fully enclosed bomb shelter.
Unfortunately the panel mechanism tended to jam, trapping
the worker until freed by some outside agency with (usually) a
welding torch. Jerome-G had heard stories of workers trapped
until death from thirst, which just proved anything could go
wrong at any time.
Under a pilot program coordinated with Research & Design
service rm ChairBag Safety RD, many Threat Obfuscation
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desk chairs were equipped with experimental airbags. Though
workers were unconvinced of the danger of Unpredictable
Massive Seating-Product Wheel Failure, they liked the airbags
for their quieting effect on ofce arguments. The jerk who used
to pound the arm of his chair now merely tapped an irate nger
on the desktop, though of course that only left said worker open
to the non-negligible peril of bacterial contaminants under the
ngernails, no really, you dont know what cleansers the scrubots
use, you could get that stuff under a nail, absently lick your
nger or pick your nose, and next thing you know a docbot is
transplanting your liver. Even desktop nger-tapping now merited
a warning poster: DONT BE A SAP, STOP THAT TAP! Really,
it just made sense.
Jerome enjoyed his job. Unlike virtually every other assignment
in Alpha Complex, Threat Obfuscation had a little creativity and
a little power. When he heard The Computer make a security
announcement about one of his invented threats, it gave him
a conspiratorial thrill. For that single moment, he was on the
inside; if the conspiracy was invincible and omniscient, theydnever have let him rise to his current clearance. Every time they
used one of his obfuscations, they revealed their vulnerability
and foreshadowed their inevitable defeat.
When she was in charge, Celeste appreciated creative threats;
theyd done great work together. Losing her was such a shame.
All Peter wanted to do was repeat the same few standard threats
over and over.
The mornings C-mail cascaded across the screen. Trivialannouncements about revised Fear Quotas, a proposal for a new
Unspecied Free-Floating Anxiety Index, ddling directives
about proper capitalization, another round of employee hygiene
mandates, and more security reminders about watching for
Commie spies.
Next he scanned his actual work-related mail, looking for an
excuse to visit Peters ofce. Maybe he could propose a bomb
threat at a product launch? No, hed done that one last week.
Pitch a few rumors of sentient boot fungus? Mutants tunneling
in from the Underplex?
A hand landed on his shouldera big, callused hand with a rm
grip, the sort of grip that ts equally well around a truncheon or a
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suspects neck. This was an Internal Security hand and a youre
a Citizen of Interest grip.
He looked up. Three quarters of the way up the hands arm he
saw a green armband with the motto SECURITY THROUGH
VIGILANCE and the logo of a watchful eye. He skipped over
the shoulder part of the tour to the helmeted head. Flat, much-
broken nosescarred lantern jaw with stubbledeep-set dead
eyesyes, that was an IntSec face. Jerome-G?
From his repertoire of mandatory smiles Jerome selected the
most bland and inoffensive example. Can I help you, ofcer?
This way. The guard marched Jerome across the ofce to
Peters door. It wasnt really the way hed wanted to meet with
his boss, but as excuses went, this one was convincing.
Peter-B, a small fat black-haired man seated behind a big fat
blue-painted desk, looked even more anxious than usual. His
doughy cheeks glistened with cold sweat, and he was constantly
licking his pale, pouted lips. Though he kept his posture exactly
within regulated limits, he somehow managed to quiver.
Jerome looked up at a shelf behind Peters head. There sat thefolder of threat datathe data that could save Jeromes kneecaps.
On the couch in the corner sat another Internal Security ofcer,
this one dressed in a snappy BLUE-clearance uniform instead of
armor. The ofcerhis badge readHayden-Bexamined Jerome
as one examines a stray hair in a bowl of soysoup.
On the far wall was a huge teleconferencing monitor, and
onscreen wasuh-oha VIOLET executive. VIOLETs were
unimaginably senior gures; to have one here, even virtually,implied a crisis. The youngish man had a long face, sculpted
features, and hair that looked like every strand had been
engineered to t his head. Behind his thick-rimmed glasses, his
eyes were inhumanly bright, his pupils the pinpricks of a man
high on adrenaline, ambition, and a whole dispensary of high-
clearance drugs. Every few seconds, his gaze ickered away
from the camera to some other screen; he was watching a dozen
similar teleconferencing feeds at once.
Jerome-G reporting as ordered, friends, and may I say it is
an honor to address such respected citizens. Bootlicking wasnt
his forte, but it never hurt to try. The VIOLET glanced at Jerome
and snorted.
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Peter leaned forward. His voice quavered. Look, Jerome-G,
just answer their questions, and none of your nonsense. He
thinks hes smarter than me.
The last remark was directed at Hayden-B, who nodded. He
probably is. Traitors often display a high level of intelligence.
Tell me, Jerome-G, what do you know about the League of Free
Bots?
Theyre a conspiracy of renegade bots who plot to overthrow
The Computers glorious regime.
Is that all?
Jerome steeled himself. That is all the information available
through standard channels, ofcer.
Under Mandate ISPM 102.14/c, this matter is now a security
concern.
In that case, friend Hayden-B, I can reveal that the League of
Free Bots is a threat obfuscation generated in this ofce.
What about the Transtube Pirates?
The same.
Sentient boot fungus.Er, yes. Though that one hadnt really own. Not his best
work.
The Humanists.
Traitors, sir. A genuine threat, not obfuscated. The Humanists
were one of the oldest and most insidious conspiracies in Alpha
Complex. They were dedicated to subjugating The Computer and
establishing a new government of and by humans.
Do you have any previous association with knownHumanists?
Yes, sir. Thats a matter of record.
Hayden-B made a note on his PDC data tablet. Jerome felt a
bead of sweat well up on his right shoulder blade and run down
his back.
The VIOLET executive grew visibly impatient. Get on with
it, Hayden-B. Ive got a meeting in ve.
Hayden-B leapt to his feet and barked a series of questions:
Have you ever deliberately neglected to obfuscate known
threats? Have you ever passed information to any person or
persons not cleared to receive said information? Are you now
or have you ever been a member of any illegal society, group,
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assembly, or conspiracy against The Computers regime? Have
you ever received bribes, gifts, favors, or other considerations
in exchange for deliberate manipulation or misuse of secure
threat-related data, obfuscated or non-obfuscated? Are you loyal
to The Computer? Have you ever embedded overt or subliminal
signals in your obfuscated threats that could be interpreted as
seditious propaganda and/or encoded messages? Have you ever
deliberately substituted material from other sources for approved
obfuscatory disinformation? Failure to answer any or all of these
questions will result in termination. Fragments of red-ecked
spittle sprayed from Haydens mouth.
No to all of them, apart from the one about being loyal to The
Computer. Jerome turned to Peter. Whats going on?
Were under suspicion of failure to obfuscate.
Friends, Ive always carried out my duties diligently. If you
check my record
We know your record, said the VIOLET. Jerome felt more
sweat drops forming.
Peter mopped his unspacious brow. Jerome-G, you haventdone anything treasonous, have you? During work hours, that
isI dont care if youre treasonous on your own time. He made
a sickly smile at the teleconferencing monitor.
No, Peter-B, I have not.
Come on, Jerome-G, if youve done anything wrong, you
should confess. Im sure itll only be a slap on the wrist or a
ne or
Termination, said Hayden-B.Or a little termination, but itll be over quickly. Theyre
really efcient about it these days.
Jerome understood.Its not just me. The whole department is
up against the wall.
Im sorry, friends, I cant think of anything relevant.
The VIOLET executive scowled and made a signal.
I think weve heard enough, Hayden-B said in the same tone
of voice one might use to say Have you any last words?
Wait! said Peter. Jerome-G, II order you to report to
the confession booth! Ofcer, Im sure, given time to reect,
Jerome-G will think of something to confess to you.
Hayden shrugged and tapped a button on his PDC.
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Jerome made a nal plea. Peter-B, naturally I love spending
time with our friend The Computer, but I insist I have no
knowledge of treasonous activity. In fact, if youd just let me
borrow that threat data folder, Im sure I can prove my diligent
obfuscation.
They ignored him. The door opened, and that same rough hand
gripped Jeromes shoulder.
Escort Citizen Jerome-G to the nearest confession booth,
said Hayden-B, and ensure he confesses.
The GREEN goon yanked Jerome out of the ofce.
4: Confession booth
HELLO, CITIZEN. WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONFESS
YOUR TREASON?
The confession booth was a lot smaller on the inside. It
had room for just a single narrow wipe-clean seat and a hugemonitor with The Computers staring eye. But Jerome-G knew
the confessional concealed all sorts of probes and sensors. If
The Computer detected your confession was not sufciently
heartfelt, it could encourage you with medication, or a gentle
poking, or by vaporizing you so your future clones might feel
more cooperative. The booths werent soundproofthey wanted
people to hear the screams.
Hello, Friend Computer. I was ordered to report to theconfession booth.
CITIZEN, PLEASE CONFESS YOUR TREASON
NOW.
I dont actually have anything to confess right now.
ARE YOU SURE?
Yes, Friend Computer.
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THANK YOU, CITIZEN. YOU MAY NOW EXIT THE
BOOTH.
The door hissed open. Jerome stepped out, and the GREEN
goon shoved him back in. Hayden-B ordered me to bring you
to this booth and ensure you confess, so were here until you
confess. Understand? The guard thumbed the door button, and
Jerome was once again sealed in darkness.
HELLO CITIZEN. WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONFESS
YOUR TREASON?
I dont have anything to confess!
ARE YOU SURE?
Yes!
THANK YOU, CITIZEN. YOU MAY NOW EXIT THEBOOTH.
The door opened. The goon brandished his laser pistol.
Jerome-G reached over and pressed the button. The door closed.
HELLO CITIZEN. WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONFESS
YOUR TREASON?
Can I just sit here for a few minutes?
CITIZEN, PLEASE CONFESS YOUR TREASON
NOW.
Er, Im just marshalling my thoughts to present them in the
most efcient manner.
HERE IS A SUGGESTION: WASTING TIME IN A
CONFESSION BOOTH.
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Computer, are there treasonous deeds on my record I am
unaware of?
THAT INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLE AT YOUR
SECURITY CLEARANCE.
So, the only thing Im currently accused of is wasting time
confessing?
THAT INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLE AT
YOUR SECURITY CLEARANCE. CITIZEN, THIS
CONFESSION SESSION IS CURRENTLY RATED
POOR. PLEASE IMPROVE THE QUANTITY AND
QUALITY OF YOUR CONFESSION IMMEDIATELY
OR YOU WILL BE FINED.
If I say Ive got nothing more to confess, youll just open the
door again, right?
CORRECT. CITIZEN, PLEASE CONFESS YOUR
TREASON NOW.
Whats the penalty for wasting time in a confession booth?
THAT INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLE AT YOUR
SECURITY CLEARANCE.
Jerome rubbed the bridge of his nose. The chair smelled
like fried food, reminding him of his impending lunchtime
kneecapping. Admittedly, the loss of his kneecaps paled beside
whatever was going on back at Threat Obfuscation, which looked
likely to lead to his termination. This day was not going well.
He felt like screaming.
Outside, someone started screaming.
Jerome listened intently. He heard the distinctive fzzzap of
laser re, the distinctive hiss-bubble-pop of someone being shot
by a laser, not-particularly-distinctive screams, and an alarming
amount of carnagein Jeromes life, any carnage at all was
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automatically distinctive. And it was getting closer. He heard
shouts of Traitors! and Deviants! and For the committee!
CITIZEN, PLEASE CONFESS YOUR TREASON
NOW.
Fzzzap-pop-clunk-ssssshhhhhhlicck-thunk! Jerome correctly
interpreted this as the security guard outside being shot by a
laser, dying, falling back against the booth, sliding down the
stainless-steel surface, then slumping to the ground. Uh, Friend
Computer, Im hearing entirely too much laser re for comfort.
If you dont mind, Ill just wait it out.
YOUR CONTINUED RETICENCE WILL BE TAKEN
AS A NON-SPECIFIC ADMISSION OF GUILT.
No! Just dont open the door for a while!
CITIZEN, PLEASE CONFESS YOUR TREASONNOW.
I waste time in confession booths! I spilled some CoffeeLyke
in my quarters! The booth rocked back and forth as something
exploded outside.
THANK YOU, CITIZEN. IS THAT EVERYTHING?
Yes! No! Im not sure.
YOU APPEAR CONFUSED. MEDICATION WILL
HELP.
A robot arm extended out of the darkness, tipped with a syringe.
I dont need medication right now, Friend Computer.
YOUR BELIEF IS NOTED.
Jerome dodged as best he could in the cramped connes, and
the syringe buried itself in the arm of the chair.
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THIS SESSION IS AT AN END.
Computer! What are my options for atoning for my crimes?
A FINE WILL AUTOMATICALLY BE LEVIED
AGAINST YOUR PERSONAL ACCOUNT.
The booth rocked again. Outside, someone screamed, Theyve
got a amethrower! Theyve got a amethrower! Im on re!
What if I dont want to pay the ne?
OTHER REMEDIES INCLUDE PSYCHOLOGICAL
THERAPY, VOLUNTEERING FOR TROUBLE-
S H O O T I N G D U T Y , M E D I C A T I O N , O R
REASSIGNMENT TO REACTOR SHIELDING DUTY.
Someone dealt with the amethrower by throwing rather a lot of
grenades. Debris spattered on the booths roof. More explosions
echoed down the corridor.Therapy! Lets have a therapy session right here, right now,
in this nice safe booth.
C E R T A I N LY, C I T I Z E N . I N I T I A T I N G
PSYCHOLOGICAL THERAPY MODULE. THIS
MODULE IS TAILORED TO YOUR SPECIFIC
PERSONALITY TYPE AND BEHAVIORAL
PROFILE, AND WILL PROBE DEEP INTO YOURPSYCHE TO UNCOVER BURIED TRAUMA AND/
OR CONCEALED TREASONOUS IMPULSES.
MODULE BEGINS: HOW DO YOU FEEL?
Happy! Happiness was mandatory for all citizens of Alpha
Complex.
WHY DO YOU THINK YOU FEEL HAPPY?
Right now, I feel happy because Im so safe inside your
wonderful confession booth.
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WHY DO YOU THINK IM SO SAFE INSIDE YOUR
WONDERFUL CONFESSION BOOTH?
Ermainly because its blastproof.
WHY DO YOU THINK ITS BLASTPROOF?
Another explosion, bigger and closer. The screen died, and
the speaker cracked with static. The door half-opened, then
froze. Jerome-G poked the close button, but the booth had lost
power. On the bright side, the explosion seemed to have ended
the reght.
He squeezed out of the battered booth, or what was left of it.
The goon was now a charred corpse with a smoking hole in his
chest. Jerome-G gingerly picked up the guards laser pistol. Four
rings glowed on the barrel, showing it was still good for at least
four lethal blasts.
Jerome thought he might need those shots, because reghts in
Alpha Complex were cyclic. Right now, he knew, the TechnicalServices clone tanks were busy decanting new clones of the
recently killed. Copies of their personalities, constantly updated
via the MemoMax implant in every citizens brain, would soon
be imprinted onto the fresh clones. The replacements would
then be shipped back to their last known location, the place
where theyd died. Even known traitors would get the benet of
resurrection, for The Computer was convinced treason resulted
from subversion and this time the fresh clones would be loyal.Decanting, imprinting, and shipping took only minutes. This was
half-time in the carnage, a short breather for both teams.
Being sensible, Jerome wanted to head right out, which meant
heading right.Rightwas the most direct route from the carnage.
Rightwas only a short walk back to his quarters. The problem
was, rightwas blocked by a big pile of rubble.
Leftwas his only option, but leftwould shortly be lled with
troopers and traitors, all even more enthusiastic after their quick
breather.
Left, he discovered, involved stepping over rather a lot of
dismembered body parts. The mayhem was simultaneously
gory, disturbing and ridiculous. He picked his way over the
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scattered, toasted remains of at least a dozen combatants. Some
he could recognize as Internal Security guards; some wore the
distinctive laser-reective armor of Troubleshooters. Others,
in civilian jumpsuits or home-made armor, must have been the
traitors who attacked.
This short stretch of corridor appeared to be the epicenter of
the reght. There was no cover here, no strategic objectives,
yet wave after wave had rushed in to die. Why?
Then Jerome saw the case. He stopped dead. Under his breath
he muttered, 530.20/a.
In Alpha Complex they dont say curiosity killed the cat.
For one thing, they dont have cats. For another, they dont do
metaphor well. The closest equivalent is Mandate ISPM 530.20/a,
Accessing information above your security clearance is treason
and will result in summary termination.
Lying in the middle of the corridor was a small grey plastic
case, about the size of Jeromes hand and shaped like a attened
cylinder. It was remarkably free of splatters, though the bloodied
bodies of eight traitors and goons lay in a circle around it, allwith hands outstretched as if theyd died trying to grab it. The
scene reminded Jerome of a FunBall match where both teams
suffered massive casualties before they even reached the FunBall,
until one team managed to successfully defend from behind the
mound of bodies.
Had all these people died for that case? Why? What was the
conspiracy trying to hide? He had to know.
Greatly daring, Jerome bent down and, without breaking stride,scooped up the case. As he trotted out of the warzone, the case
weighed down his pocket like a lump of plutonium.
Jerome made it back to the Conformity Is Fun Multifunctional
Public Space before the shooting started again behind him. The
cries echoed down the corridorHes got a amethrower again!
Im on re again!but this room was well clear of any ghting.
He ducked into a side corridor and opened the case.
A pair of glasses.
They were thick-rimmed clear glasses, lying in a foam-rubber
cut-out to protect them. At the end of each arm dangled a tiny
in-ear headphone, and there was a little data port in the right arm.
On the left arm, he found an on-off switch. Holding the lenses up
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to the light, he could see on their circumference an indescribably
ne tracery of microcircuits.
He put on the glasses. He pressed the switch.
He saw wonderful things.
SIX YEARCYCLES AGO....
Every corridor in Alpha Complex is color-coded. Entering a
corridor above your security clearance is treason. For lower-
clearance workers, the sector becomes a mineeld maze; if a
jackobot redecoration crew unexpectedly repaints a hallway, you
might walk into treachery.
For the last ve years, Jerome-Rs route to work in the morning
had required a 40-minute detour. Today, he strode out of his
quarters and stepped proudly across the orange threshold. The
corridor matched his crisp new jumpsuit. Jerome-O strolled down
the main thoroughfare, then ducked down a side corridor to anabandoned storeroom.
Celeste-Y was already waiting. In her freshly pressed yellow
uniform, she looked new-minted like him, though she had made
YELLOW some months back. In style as in most things, Celeste
always set the example; Jerome was always proud to follow it.
As he entered the storeroom, she applauded politely. I see the
technique worked.
It was easy! I went into the interview, and I spotted burns andsmall cuts on the lead interviewers hands. Jerome excitedly
held out his own hands by way of (unneeded) demonstration. I
put that together with those anti-bot riots last night, and guessed
he was one of those Frankenstein Destroyer bot-haters. Then
I just dropped a few comments about how I hated those damn
bots, and he rubber-stamped my promotion in two minutes at.
Secret society corruption is endemic at the lower clearances.
My models suggest more than 80% of all citizens are members
of one society or another; their exposure to society propaganda
and thought patterns makes them vulnerable to manipulation by
signals that mimic their existing beliefs. The remaining 20% are
loyal to The Computer; in fact, given they are in the minority,
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we can consider loyalists to be another society and manipulate
them using the same techniques.
Jerome-O opened a celebratory can of genuine orange juiceat
ORANGE Clearance he was permitted a very limited amount of
real food, instead of chemically-avored yeast and soy FunFoods.
Celestes techniques worked. Citizens betrayed their
conspiratorial leanings from the smallest tells, and Jerome could
identify them. He buzzed with ambition. Together, they could go
further. Celeste had the intelligence and the theory. He hadwell,
he had Celeste.
Whos in charge of Alpha Complex? he asked her.
The Computer.
But the High Programmers run The Computer.
The best way to get promoted is to be a member of a secret
societyso the High Programmers owe their positions to the
societies.
So, are the societies in charge?
Celeste-Y considered. No. All of them have, at core, a
narrative of how they are oppressed and hunted. They eitherght the system, like the Humanists, or one of its aspects, like
the Frankenstein Destroyers; or they offer a temporary escape
from control, like the Romantics or Mystics. None of the known
conspiracies t.
But its not chaos, is it? We both know theres something out
there. The question is, can your techniques nd them?
I think so. Well need more information, more data. Allies.
His heart pounded. They were nally pushing back againstagainst Them. Well need our own conspiracy.
A null conspiracy, then. No ideology, no delusions. Just the
goal of amassing data and nding the truth.
Jerome thought, A conspiracy against the conspiracy. Bring it
on! If they nd us, theyll still terminate us for that.
Celeste sniffed. Statistically, they terminate everyone.
According to the little pop-up windows the glasses projected
across Jerome-Gs eld of viewhis Heads-Up Display, he
knew that termbehind this wall panel were a power junction
relay box, a chemical feed pipe, and a sewer access line. Another
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window displayed the feed from the camera over his head.
Anything he looked at through the glasses was surrounded with
a halo of data. Holding up the gun hed borrowed from the dead
IntSec guard, he got another ood of pop-up boxes and overlaid
captionsan animated video of the guns user manual, a repair
guide, a note describing aftermarket adjustments to the guns
grip, and a big glowing ammo counter. Intoxicated with sheer
knowledge, Jerome stumbled down the corridor like a drugged
Mystic, picking out random objects and just staring.
That light tting? The glasses showed him the manufacturer,
install date and last servicing, and a list of its hidden microphones.
Another box popped up with a questiondid he want to listen
to highlights of recent recordings?
The stick of gum in Jeromes pocket showed him a manufacturer,
sales report, nutritional advisories, anduhha list of known
side effects. Oog.
A scrubot trundled down the corridor, followed (in Jeromes
sight) by a trail of glowing pop-up windows: operating manual,
cleaning route, default instructions, a guide to the Five Laws ofRobotics (Revised), and a dozen overlapping les. When Jerome
moved his head, data windows in the rear rushed forward, as if
the bot were surrounded by a lenticular hologram. When the bot
turned a corner and moved out of sight, the windows vanished.
When he held up his Personal Digital Companion, the glasses
showed Jerome the manual, then ashed a directory showing
all his saved les. He could access the data from his PDC just
by looking!People had data haloes too! Jerome-G grabbed a passing RED.
Youre Ronald-R-OSR-2! Assignment: hygiene technician!
You have 143 credits in your bank account! Youre assigned to
corpse cleanup duty in corridor 193! You only scored 43% on
your Tech Services aptitude exam and youre allergic to soy-
based products!
Uhhyes, friend
Youve got three disciplinary notes on your personal record for
illegal theft of personal effects, tardiness, and failure to dispose
of a corpse in an approved hygienic manner!
I I can explain the tardiness
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Hey! Heres a note from Internal Securityyoure suspected
of being an informant for the Frankenstein Destroyers!
The technician yelped and bolted down the corridor.
Suddenly Jerome realized his behavior might appear suspicious.
He took a deep breath. He needed to nd out how to use these
glasses properly.
A look at the grey glasses case brought up a single pop-window:
BLINDERsBlended-Interface Data Expositors. Augmenting
Reality To Make A Better You. No user manual. Nothing else
useful. Expositorswhat an arcane word, like something
Celeste would have used. And shouldnt that make the acronym
blindors?
Could he hold the glasses up to the glasses? Nothe frame
wasnt that exible. On the bright side, hed proved they were
really rugged. He saw no mirror around here, but he had one in
his apartment. He started walking back home, overwhelmed by
the ood of data. Every citizen who passed brought a halo of
information: name, work assignment, personal nance details,
managerial assessments, security records, demerits, IntSecreport, all popping out and hovering around the citizens face.
Some people even had huge tags oating overhead: SMELLS
BAD. WORKS FOR EUNICE-V. UNDERCOVER INTSEC.
UNREGISTERED MUTANT.
He happened to glance at a vend
!!! BOUNCY BUBBLE BEVERAGE !!! ITS THE
MANDATORY THING !!! CONTAINS E493 E319 E922RHYOCHORDRAZINE-4 MACROCEPHALINE-9 !!!
NOW IN NEW PLUTONIUM FLAVOR !!!
obot, aaah! Jerome ailed as a storm of neon pop-ups blinded
him. B3, the most popular beverage in Alpha Complex, was,
according to the glasseshis eyes darted crazilycaustic,
poisonous, explosive when shaken, corrosive when heated,
razor-sharp when frozen, prone to animate when stored for more
than 20 days at room temperature, and contained engineered
long-chain molecules that harmlessly targeted the taste centers
of the customers brain and certainly werent mutagenic.
Averting his gaze from the vendobot, Jerome noticed a Tech
Services technician named Marty-R maintaining the machine.
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A virtual tag above Martys head read MEDICATE FOR
SECURITY REASONS. Intrigued, Jerome reached out and
touched the tag.
Suddenly a keyboard appeared before him. It was astonishingly
realistic: other than the minor detail that it was floating
unsupported, the keyboard looked perfectly solid. He wondered
if theyd taken a hologram of a real keyboard to generate the
virtual model. Typing on the virtual keys took a little practice,
but he quickly got the hang of it. He typed TEST and hit Enter;
Martys oating tag was replaced with TEST. Success!
You there!
An IntSec guardOlive-Y-UIS-3, 4,200 credits in personal
account, assigned to CruncheeTym Event Security, scored 93%
accuracy on her last ring range test, merits for brutality and
interrogation, demerits for excessive unwarranted terminations,
medical record: addicted to asperquaint and visomorpain, subject
of last C-mail: FW: Fw: Top ten reasons to beat a suspect with a
rubber hosebroke from the crowd and leveled her laser pistol
at Jerome. Her brown hair was so short it was almost a crewcut,and her blue eyes stared with piercing intensity. The glasses
helpfully informed him the laser pistol was fully loaded and at
this range had a 84% chance to kill instantly.
Yes, ofcer?
That was twitchtalk, citizen! Admit it!
Jerome paled. Olive-Y must have misinterpreted his typing on
the virtual keyboard. Many conspirators in Alpha Complex used
a code of subtle twitches and hand gestures, called twitchtalk.There were dozens of different dialects. Jerome had studied many
of them, but new variants kept appearing and mutating to stay
ahead of Internal Security.
Twitchtalk, ofcer? I dont know what that is.
You were communicating with your treasonous conspirators.
Dont try to deny it. Her nger tightened on the trigger and her
teeth clenched.
I dont need to deny anything, because I didnt do anything.
By the way, Olive-Y, accusing a higher-clearance citizen of
treason without properly documented proof is an offense. Tell
me, Olive-Y, is this the sort of unprofessional, ill-considered,
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and ultimately unwarranted accusation that got you all those
demerits? Should we add spurious allegations to that list?
Uhh Olive backed off. Then what was that strange gesture
I saw you make?
This gesture? Jerome pulled up the virtual keyboard again and
spitefully added over Olives head the tag BAD ATTITUDE. She
stared in confusion as her suspect waggled his ngers in the air.
That gesture, yes.
Finger calisthenics. I have to do them regularly, or my ngers
cramp up when I spend all day typing personnel assessment
reportsoften highly critical personnel assessment reports that
get seen by inuential citizens. Understand?
Olive holstered her pistol and stalked off into the crowd.
Jerome felt a thrill of happiness purer and more real than any
drug high. These glasses were a window into the secret world
hed always known existed. It felt like hed lived in a atscreen
world all his life, and now reality had popped up into a third
dimension of secret revelation. And only he, Jerome, could see it.
No wonder those traitors were after the glasses! No wonderInternal Security had fought and died to get them back! No
wonder theyd be looking for them!
No wonder theyd terminate him if they found hed stolen
them!
Well, he thought, that was a short-lived thrill of happiness.
These glasses could expose the Great Conspiracy and free
Alpha Complex from its malevolent machinationsbut he had
to master the glasses before the conspirators tracked him down.Internal Security was probably already looking for a bespectacled
interpretive dancer. The BLINDERs clearly had some sort of
kinetic, gesture-driven interface; to gure it out, he needed
privacy. His quarters were nearby.
He reached up to remove the glasses, but then he spotted a
virtual object in the Multifunctional Public Space. A large green-
blue-violet cube oated in the center of the hall, slowly rotating.
Data pop-ups bubbled up from its green and blue facets, but the
violet face was blank; Jerome deduced his glasses must be BLUE
Clearance. The thought of higher-clearance glasses, with even
more power, rocketed through his brain.
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From here he couldnt make out all the pop-ups, but a
few words were readable. One, above the green facet, said
CRUNCHEETYM LAUNCH EVENT PLAN. Beside it,
another seemingly unnished caption read NEW PRODUCT:
after the colon, the rest was blank. Interesting coincidence; hed
recently created a ctitious CruncheeTym product launch as a
terrorist target.
The blue facet rotated into view, and the pop-up read BOMB
THREAT. Well, that explained why the Multifunctional Public
Space was crawling with IntSec sniffers. The CruncheeTym
product launch, whatever it was, must be a terrorist target
Deja vu is illegal in Alpha Complex. Experiencing deja vu is
taken as proof you are a precognitive mutant, and mutants are
genetic traitors. Jerome had always prided himself on being
genetically pure and had never seen any mutant signs in his own
DNA, but this deja vu was like a simultaneous double-punch to
the brain and the groin.
Last week at Threat Obfuscation hed invented the CruncheeTym
event and the bomb threat in order to obfuscate a suspectedanarchist cell. Neither the product launch nor the bomb were
real. Theyd never been real. Hed made it all up!
Yet there they were, on the oating cube right in front of him.
Jerome pulled off the glasses, and reality snapped back to
normal. No one had haloes of their innermost secrets, and no
multicolored cube raised perplexing mysteries. Everything was
once again concealed. He stuck the glasses back in their case. It
was all too much; he needed time to think.He stumbled through the crowd to the blissful solitude of his
quarters. Distantly he knew he should get back at the ofce, but
even Peter would accept my confession booth got blown up with
me inside it as an excuse for a long lunch break.
Lunch. Kneecaps.
The doorbell rang.
Youve just read Chapters 1-4 (about the rst one-sixth) of the
PARANOIA novel Reality Optional by Gareth Hanrahan. In
the full-length ebookavailable for download where you bought
this bookJerome-G faces a sequence of threats from Free
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Enterprise goons, his teammates in the Troubleshooters, visits
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he uses the Augmented Reality glasses to understand why IntSec
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