Where I'm at is in the back of some black town car. The windows are tinted to near black and with me are three men in business suits. One is in the front driving, and two others sitting on either side of me in the back.
We have reason to believe that you're close to a criminal, the one sitting to my right says, and this individual's friends will try to contact you sometime soon. We'd like you to help us bring these people in and charge them for their crimes against our fine country.
I'm not a very patriotic person, but thanks anyway.
We're giving you a choice here Mr. Burdsten. Either you help us locate these individuals, or we imprison you for the rest of your life.
Excuse me? Is this a threat? This is me getting angry. What exactly do you think you have on me?
The one talking to me pulls out a fat file from a briefcase and tosses it into my lap.
You're the hacker Sliver. As Sliver, you have done computer program piracy, music piracy, and film piracy. Not to mention you've broken every other computer law that we have.
You are threatening me. I chuckle a bit, mostly out of disbelief.
If you help us, we'll delete every record we have on your hacker life, let you get a head start into a better life. I believe that you would rather not sit inside a cold cell for the rest of your life.
Aren't I supposed to get one free phone call or something like that? I want to make my phone call.
This is your last chance Mr. Burdsten. Left or right. Good or bad.
Fuck you uptight fascist. Give me my fucking phone call.
He emits a low growl as he takes out a little silver cigarette case and opening it.
You don't get a phone call Mr. Burdsten. I gave you the choice to help us under your own will, but now, you're going to help us find fortune the hard way. He says, while one of his hands presses on my chest, holding me down.
His friends take cues and grab onto my arms and legs. They're all unimaginably strong. They're holding my arms with such strength, I can't even struggle. The one pressing on my chest, the one that had been talking, takes out a small green pill from the case and holds it in his palm.
Before my eyes, I see it start to turn clear and inside of it, inside the now translucent pill, a little machine that has two red eyes. It breaks through the pill and the business man holds his hand near my face. The machine whips out a single tendril and inserts it inside my nose. I can feel it wreathing inside my skull and latching onto my brain, sending electrical pulses into my brain, telling me it doesn't hurt and it's a dream.
It's a dream.
It's telling me it's a dreams and I need to wake up.
I'm dreaming and I...