FRATE PETI
1. Scola · 2. Esplode · 3. Aresta · 4. Prison · 5. Paranoia · 6. Rede X · 7. Spleno-Porco · 8. Paradox · 9. Furgon · 10. Claves · 11. Slogan
12. Conserta · 13. Jornales · 14. Bitnic · 15. Enrolada · 16. Reportor · 17. Tuneli · 18. Juas · 19. Vampires · 20. Tortura · 21. Judi · Epiloga

17. Tuneli

Donce nos ia dise a el. Me ia trova ce esta es vera divertinte, en fato. Instrui persones sur la usa de tecnolojia es sempre stimulante. Lo es tan bela cuando on regarda persones ci comensa comprende como los pote boni sua vives par la tecnolojia sirca se. Anj ia fa briliante, ance – nos ia es un ecipo eselente. Nos ia alterna en esplica como tota funsiona. Barbara ia es ja sufisinte capas de esta cosas, natural.

So we told her. I found it really fun, actually. Teaching people how to use technology is always exciting. It’s so cool to watch people figure out how the technology around them can be used to make their lives better. Ange was great too – we made an excellent team. We’d trade off explaining how it all worked. Barbara was pretty good at this stuff to begin with, of course.

Lo ia deveni clar ce el ia covre la criptogeras, la periodo en la temprana de la desenio de 1990 cuando grupos de librias sivil como Electronic Frontier Foundation ia batalia afin esuanes ave la direto de usa cripto forte. Me ia sabe neblosa sur acel periodo, ma Barbara ia esplica lo en un modo cual ia dona a me la pel de gal.

It turned out that she’d covered the crypto wars, the period in the early nineties when civil liberties groups like the Electronic Frontier Foundation fought for the right of Americans to use strong crypto. I dimly knew about that period, but Barbara explained it in a way that made me get goose-pimples.

Lo es noncredable oji, ma on ia ave un tempo cuando la governa ia clasi cripto como un muni e ia proibi ce cualcun esporta o usa lo, par razonas de securia nasional. Tu comprende? A ves pasada, nos ia ave matematica nonlegal en esta pais.

It’s unbelievable today, but there was a time when the government classed crypto as a munition and made it illegal for anyone to export or use it on national security grounds. Get that? We used to have illegal math in this country.

La Ajenteria de Securia Nasional ia es vera la promovor de la proibi. Lo ia ave un norma de cripto cual lo ia descrive como sufisinte forte per es usada par bancores e sua clientes, ma no tan forte ce la mafia ta pote secreti de la ASN sua contas. On ia dise ce la norma, DES-56, es cuasi nonrompable. Alora un de la cofundores-milionores de EFF ia construi per $250 000 un crasador de DES-56, capas de rompe la sifra en du oras.

The National Security Agency were the real movers behind the ban. They had a crypto standard that they said was strong enough for bankers and their customers to use, but not so strong that the mafia would be able to keep its books secret from them. The standard, DES-56, was said to be practically unbreakable. Then one of EFF’s millionaire co-founders built a $250,000 DES-56 cracker that could break the cipher in two hours.

An tal, la ASN ia razona ce lo debe pote proibi sitadanes esuan de posese secretas cual lo no pote spia. Alora EFF ia fa sua colpa matante. En 1995, lo ia representa en corte un studiante graduada de matematica a Berkeley, nomida Dan Bernstein. Bernstein ia scrive un testo de aprende sur cripto, cual ia conteni codigo de computador cual on ta pote usa per crea un sifra plu forte ca DES-56. Milionuple plu forte. En la opina de la ASN, esta ia fa ce sua article es un arma, e donce nonpublicable.

Still the NSA argued that it should be able to keep American citizens from possessing secrets it couldn’t pry into. Then EFF dealt its death-blow. In 1995, they represented a Berkeley mathematics grad student called Dan Bernstein in court. Bernstein had written a crypto tutorial that contained computer code that could be used to make a cipher stronger than DES-56. Millions of times stronger. As far as the NSA was concerned, that made his article into a weapon, and therefore unpublishable.

Bon, cisa lo es difisil ce on fa ce un judor comprende cripto e sua sinifia, ma on ia trova ce la judor promedia de la Corte de Apela no es multe zelosa per dise a studiantes graduada la spesies de article cual los es permeteda a scrive. La criptogeras ia fini con un vinse per la bon lado cuando la Corte de Apela de Ronda 9 ia judi ce codigo es un forma de espresa protejeda par la Ajusta Prima – “Congresa va fa no lege restrinjente la libria de parla.” Si a cualce ves tu ia compra alga cosa en la interede, o ia envia un mesaje secreta, o ia regarda tua salda de banco, tu ia usa cripto cual EFF ia legali. E esta es bon: la ASN es simple no tan astuta. Tota cual los sabe craci es serta ance sircovenable par teroristes e gangsteres.

Well, it may be hard to get a judge to understand crypto and what it means, but it turned out that the average Appeals Court judge isn’t real enthusiastic about telling grad students what kind of articles they’re allowed to write. The crypto wars ended with a victory for the good guys when the 9th Circuit Appellate Division Court ruled that code was a form of expression protected under the First Amendment – “Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech.” If you’ve ever bought something on the Internet, or sent a secret message, or checked your bank-balance, you used crypto that EFF legalized. Good thing, too: the NSA just isn’t that smart. Anything they know how to crack, you can be sure that terrorists and mobsters can get around too.

Barbara ia es un de la reportores ci ia gania sua reputa par reporta sur acel caso. Per sua pasos prima, el ia reporta la parte final de la promove de diretos sivil en San Francisco, e el ia reconose la similia entre la batalia per la Constitui en la mundo real e la batalia en siberspasio.

Barbara had been one of the reporters who’d made her reputation from covering the issue. She’d cut her teeth covering the tail end of the civil rights movement in San Francisco, and she recognized the similarity between the fight for the Constitution in the real world and the fight in cyberspace.

Donce el ia comprende. Me no crede ce me ia ta pote esplica esta cosas a mea jenitores, ma a Barbara lo ia es fasil. El ia fa demandas intelijente sur nosa protocoles criptografial e prosedes de securia, aora ponente un demanda a cual me no ia sabe responde, aora indicante rompes en nosa prosede.

So she got it. I don’t think I could have explained this stuff to my parents, but with Barbara it was easy. She asked smart questions about our cryptographic protocols and security procedures, sometimes asking stuff I didn’t know the answer to – sometimes pointing out potential breaks in our procedure.

Nos ia comuta la Xbox e ia fa ce lo entra enlinia. Cuatro redes Wi-Fi abrida ia es vidable de la comiteria, e me ia comanda ce lo salta entre los a tempos acaso. El ia comprende esta, ance – cuando on es vera liada a Rede X, esta es esata como en la interede, estra ce alga cosas es pico plu lenta, e tota es anonim e nonspiable.

We plugged in the Xbox and got it online. There were four open WiFi nodes visible from the board room and I told it to change between them at random intervals. She got this too – once you were actually plugged into the Xnet, it was just like being on the Internet, only some stuff was a little slower, and it was all anonymous and unsniffable.

“E cua va aveni aora?” – me ia dise cuando nos ia veni a la fini. Me ia es secida par parla e me ia ave un mal senti asida par la cafe. Plu, Anj ia presa constante mea mano su la table, tal ce me ia vole parti per trova un loca privata per fini reconsilia pos nosa disputa prima.

“So now what?” I said as we wound down. I’d talked myself dry and I had a terrible acid feeling from the coffee. Besides, Ange kept squeezing my hand under the table in a way that made me want to break away and find somewhere private to finish making up for our first fight.

“Aora me va fa jornalisme. Vos va vade a via, e me va rexerca tota la cosas cual tu ia dise a me per atenta confirma los, cuanto me pote. Me va lasa ce vos vide cua me va publici, e me va informa vos cuando lo es a punto de apare. Me ta prefere ce vos no discute esta con otra persones aora, car me vole es la prima ci reporta lo, e car me vole serti ce me fa la reporta ante cuando tota deveni fangida par divinas en jornales e propaganda par Securia Interna.

“Now I do journalism. You go away and I research all the things you’ve told me and try to confirm them to the extent that I can. I’ll let you see what I’m going to publish and I’ll let you know when it’s going to go live. I’d prefer that you not talk about this with anyone else now, because I want the scoop and because I want to make sure that I get the story before it goes all muddy from press speculation and DHS spin.

“Serta, me va debe telefoni a Securia Interna per oteni un comenta ante publici, ma me va fa esta en un modo cual proteje vos, a cualce grado posible. E serta me va informa vos ante cuando esta aveni.

“I will have to call the DHS for comment before I go to press, but I’ll do that in a way that protects you to whatever extent possible. I’ll also be sure to let you know before that happens.

“Ta ce me clari un cosa: esta es no plu vosa raconta. Lo es mea. Vos ia es multe jenerosa en dona lo a me, e me va atenta repaia per la donada, ma vos no va ave la direto de edita cualce cosa, de cambia lo, o de para me. Esta es aora rolante e lo no va para. Esce vos comprende acel?”

“One thing I need to be clear on: this isn’t your story anymore. It’s mine. You were very generous to give it to me and I’ll try to repay the gift, but you don’t get the right to edit anything out, to change it, or to stop me. This is now in motion and it won’t stop. Do you understand that?”

Me no ia considera la situa en acel manera, ma cuando el ia dise lo, lo ia es evidente. Lo ia sinifia ce me ia lansa la roceto e ce me no va pote retira lo. Lo va cade do nos ia punta lo, o lo va devia, ma lo ia es en la aira e on no ia pote aora cambia lo. A alga tempo en la futur prosima, me va sesa es Marcus – me va es un figur publica. Me va es la person ci ia denunsia la Departe de Securia Interna.

I hadn’t thought about it in those terms but once she said it, it was obvious. It meant that I had launched and I wouldn’t be able to recall the rocket. It was going to fall where it was aimed, or it would go off course, but it was in the air and couldn’t be changed now. Sometime in the near future, I would stop being Marcus – I would be a public figure. I’d be the guy who blew the whistle on the DHS.

Me va es marxante a mea mori.

I’d be a dead man walking.

Me suposa ce Anj ia pensa en modo simil, car el ia cambia a un color entre blanca e verde.

I guess Ange was thinking along the same lines, because she’d gone a color between white and green.

“Ta ce nos sorti de asi.” – el ia dise.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said.

La mama e sore de Anj ia sorti denova, tal ce nos ia pote fasil deside do nos va vade per la sera. La ora de come de sera ia pasa ja, ma mea jenitores ia sabe ce me va encontra Barbara e no ta pesti me si me ta reveni tarda a casa.

Ange’s mom and sister were out again, which made it easy to decide where we were going for the evening. It was past supper time, but my parents had known that I was meeting with Barbara and wouldn’t give me any grief if I came home late.

Cuando nos ia ariva a la casa de Anj, me ia senti no desira de lia mea Xbox. Me ia vide Rede X ja tan multe como tolerable en un dia. Me ia pote pensa a no cosa otra ca Anj, Anj, Anj. La vive sin Anj. La sabe ce Anj es coler contra me. Ce Anj va parla nunca denova a me. Ce Anj va besa nunca denova me.

When we got to Ange’s, I had no urge to plug in my Xbox. I had had all the Xnet I could handle for one day. All I could think about was Ange, Ange, Ange. Living without Ange. Knowing Ange was angry with me. Ange never going to talk to me again. Ange never going to kiss me again.

El ia pensa simil. Me ia pote vide lo en sua oios cuando nos ia clui la porte de sua sala de dormi e ia regarda lunlotra. Me ia es fame per el, como on ta fami per un come de sera pos no come tra dias. Como on ta sidi per un vitro de acua pos jua futbal tra tre oras sin pausa.

She’d been thinking the same. I could see it in her eyes as we shut the door to her bedroom and looked at each other. I was hungry for her, like you’d hunger for dinner after not eating for days. Like you’d thirst for a glass of water after playing soccer for three hours straight.

Ma no como acel. Esta ia es plu. Esta ia es un senti cual me ia esperia nunca a ante. Me ia desira come intera el, devora el.

Like none of that. It was more. It was something I’d never felt before. I wanted to eat her whole, devour her.

Asta aora, el ia es la person plu sesal en nosa relata. Me ia lasa ce el defini e controla la rapidia. Lo ia es stonante erotica ce el ia saisi me e ia desapone mea camisa, ia tira mea fas a la sua.

Up until now, she’d been the sexual one in our relationship. I’d let her set and control the pace. It was amazingly erotic to have her grab me and take off my shirt, drag my face to hers.

Ma en esta sera, me no ia pote retira. Me no ia vole retira.

But tonight I couldn’t hold back. I wouldn’t hold back.

La porte ia clui con clica, e me ia estende un mano a la orlo de sua camiseta e ia aranca, apena donante a el tempo per leva sua brasos cuando me ia tira lo supra sua testa. Me ia freta mea propre camisa supra mea testa, escutante la crepitas de la coton en cuando la puntos ia descose se.

The door clicked shut and I reached for the hem of her t-shirt and yanked, barely giving her time to lift her arms as I pulled it over her head. I tore my own shirt over my head, listening to the cotton crackle as the stitches came loose.

Sua oios ia es briliante, sua boca abrida, sua respira rapida e nonprofonda. Ance la mea: mea respira e mea cor e mea sangue, tota ia ruji en mea oreas.

Her eyes were shining, her mouth open, her breathing fast and shallow. Mine was too, my breath and my heart and my blood all roaring in my ears.

Me ia desapone la resta de nosa vestes con zelo egal, lansante los a en la montones de telas susia e limpa sur la solo. Libros e paperes ia es sperdeda sur la leto e me ia brosa los a lado. Pos un secondo, nos ia cade sur la covreleto nonordinada, con brasos sirca lunlotra, presante como si nos ta tira nos direta tra lunlotra. El ia jemi en mea boca, e me ia repete la sona, e me ia sensa la zumbi de sua vose en mea cordas vosal, un sensa plu intima ca cualce cual me ia sensa a ante.

I took off the rest of our clothes with equal zest, throwing them into the piles of dirty and clean laundry on the floor. There were books and papers all over the bed and I swept them aside. We landed on the unmade bedclothes a second later, arms around one another, squeezing like we would pull ourselves right through one another. She moaned into my mouth and I made the sound back, and I felt her voice buzz in my vocal chords, a feeling more intimate than anything I’d ever felt before.

El ia separa se e ia estende un mano a la comodeta. El ia abri la caxeta par aranca e ia lansa un saco blanca de farmasia a sur la leto ante me. Condomes. Troianes. Des-du spermisidales. Ancora selida. Me ia surie a el, e el ia surie a me, e me ia abri la caxa.

She broke away and reached for the bedstand. She yanked open the drawer and threw a white pharmacy bag on the bed before me. I looked inside. Condoms. Trojans. One dozen spermicidal. Still sealed. I smiled at her and she smiled back and I opened the box.

Me ia pensa ja tra anios sur como lo va vade. A sento veses per dia, me ia imajina lo. A alga dias, me ia pensa a cuasi no otra cosa.

I’d thought about what it would be like for years. A hundred times a day I’d imagined it. Some days, I’d thought of practically nothing else.

Lo ia vade en no modo como me ia espeta. Partes de lo ia es plu bon. Partes de lo ia es multe plu mal. En cuando lo ia aveni, lo ia pare eterna. A pos, lo ia pare finida en un palpebri.

It was nothing like I expected. Parts of it were better. Parts of it were lots worse. While it was going on, it felt like an eternity. Afterwards, it seemed to be over in the blink of an eye.

A pos, me ia senti como la mesma person. Ma me ia senti ance diferente. Alga cosa ia cambia entre nos.

Afterwards, I felt the same. But I also felt different. Something had changed between us.

Lo ia es strana. Ambos nos ia es embarasada en cuando nos ia apone nosa vestes e ia vaga tra la sala, regardante a via, iniorante la oios de lunlotra. Me ia envolve la condom en un teleta de paper de un caxa a lado de la leto, e ia prende lo a la sala de banio e ia enrola paper de vason sirca lo e ia pone lo a la profonda de la baldon.

It was weird. We were both shy as we put our clothes on and puttered around the room, looking away, not meeting each other’s eyes. I wrapped the condom in a kleenex from a box beside the bed and took it into the bathroom and wound it with toilet paper and stuck it deep into the trash-can.

Cuando me ia reentra, Anj ia senta en la leto, juante con sua Xbox. Me ia senta me a sua lado en modo atendente e ia prende sua mano. El ia turna per fasa me e ia surie. Ambos nos ia es fatigada, tremosa.

When I came back in, Ange was sitting up in bed and playing with her Xbox. I sat down carefully beside her and took her hand. She turned to face me and smiled. We were both worn out, trembly.

“Grasias.” – me ia dise.

“Thanks,” I said.

El ia dise no cosa. El ia turna sua fas a me. El ia fa un surie jigante, ma larmas spesa ia flue desendente sua jenas.

She didn’t say anything. She turned her face to me. She was grinning hugely, but fat tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Me ia abrasa el e el ia saisi forte me. “Tu es un bon om, Marcus Yallow.” – el ia xuxa. “Grasias.”

I hugged her and she grabbed tightly onto me. “You’re a good man, Marcus Yallow,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

Me no ia sabe responde, ma me ia presa resiproca el. Final, nos ia separa nos. El no ia larma plu, ma el ia surie ancora.

I didn’t know what to say, but I squeezed her back. Finally, we parted. She wasn’t crying any more, but she was still smiling.

El ia indica mea Xbox, sur la solo a lado de la leto. Me ia comprende la sujesta. Me ia prende lo e ia comuta lo e ia entra enlinia.

She pointed at my Xbox, on the floor beside the bed. I took the hint. I picked it up and plugged it in and logged in.

Plu de la mesma. Multe epostas. La postas nova en la bloges cual me leje ia enflue. Spam. Txa, me ia reseta multe spam. Mea caxa svensce de eposta ia es “finjeda” a multe veses – usada como la envior de spames enviada a sentos de miliones de adirijes de eposta, tal ce tota la avisas de fali e mesajes coler ia reveni a me. Me no ia sabe ci reali acel. Cisa Securia Interna atenta inonda mea caxa de eposta. Cisa persones truci mera. La Partito Piratin ia ave bon filtros, an tal, e lo ia dona a cualcun ci desira 500 gigabaites de spasio per epostas, donce lo no ia es probable ce me va afoca pronto.

Same old same old. Lots of email. The new posts on the blogs I read streamed in. Spam. God did I get a lot of spam. My Swedish mailbox was repeatedly “joe-jobbed” – used as the return address for spams sent to hundreds of millions of Internet accounts, so that all the bounces and angry messages came back to me. I didn’t know who was behind it. Maybe the DHS trying to overwhelm my mailbox. Maybe it was just people pranking. The Pirate Party had pretty good filters, though, and they gave anyone who wanted it 500 gigabytes of email storage, so I wasn’t likely to be drowned any time soon.

Me ia filtri tota a via, martelinte la tecla de dejeta. Me ia ave un otra caxa de posta per cosas cual ariva sifrida par mea clave publica, car estas ia es probable relatada con Rede X e cisa delicata. Spamores ancora no ia comprende ce par usa claves publica los ta dona un aspeta plu credable a sua posta dejetable, donce per la presente esta ia funsiona bon.

I filtered it all out, hammering on the delete key. I had a separate mailbox for stuff that came in encrypted to my public key, since that was likely to be Xnet-related and possibly sensitive. Spammers hadn’t figured out that using public keys would make their junk mail more plausible yet, so for now this worked well.

Me ia ave sirca dudes mesajes sifrida de persones en la rede de fida. Me ia leje los en modo surfasal – lias a videos e fotos de maltratas par Securia Interna, racontas asustante sur evades cual ia susede apena, arengas sur cosas cual me ia blogi. La usuales.

There were a couple dozen encrypted messages from people in the web of trust. I skimmed them – links to videos and pics of new abuses from the DHS, horror stories about near-escapes, rants about stuff I’d blogged. The usual.

Alora me ia veni a un cual ia es sifrida sola par mea clave publica. Esta ia sinifia ce no otra person pote leje lo, ma me ia ave no idea ci ia scrive lo. Lo ia dise ce lo veni de Masha, cual ta pote es o un alias o un nom – me no ia pote sabe.

Then I came to one that was only encrypted to my public key. That meant that no one else could read it, but I had no idea who had written it. It said it came from Masha, which could either be a handle or a name – I couldn’t tell which.

> M1k3y

> Tu no conose me, ma me conose tu.

> You don’t know me, but I know you.

> Me ia es arestada a la dia cuando la ponte ia esplode. Los ia interoga me. Los ia deside ce me es inosente. Los ia ofre a me un labora: aida los a xasa la teroristes ci ia mata mea visinas.

> I was arrested the day that the bridge blew. They questioned me. They decided I was innocent. They offered me a job: help them hunt down the terrorists who’d killed my neighbors.

> Lo ia pare un bon ofre a acel tempo. Me ia comprende poca ce mea labora vera va deveni spia jovenes ci es ofendeda ce on ia cambia sua site a un stato de polisia.

> It sounded like a good deal at the time. Little did I realize that my actual job would turn out to be spying on kids who resented their city being turned into a police state.

> Me ia infiltra Rede X a la dia de sua inisia. Me es en tua rede de fida. Si me ta vole revela mea identia, me ta pote envia eposta a tu de un adirije cual tu ta fida. Tre adirijes, en fato. Me es profonda en tua rede como sola un otra person de 17 anios pote es. Alga de la epostas cual tu ia reseta ia es malinforma, atendente elejeda de me e mea controlores.

> I infiltrated Xnet on the day it launched. I am in your web of trust. If I wanted to spill my identity, I could send you email from an address you’d trust. Three addresses, actually. I’m totally inside your network as only another 17-year-old can be. Some of the email you’ve gotten has been carefully chosen misinformation from me and my handlers.

> Los no sabe ci tu es, ma los veni prosima. Los continua converti persones, esposa los. Los escava en la pajerias de redes sosial e usa menasas per cambia jovenes a denunsiores. On ave sentos de persones laborante per Securia Interna en Rede X a esta momento. Me ave sua nomes, aliases e claves. Privata e publica.

> They don’t know who you are, but they’re coming close. They continue to turn people, to compromise them. They mine the social network sites and use threats to turn kids into informants. There are hundreds of people working for the DHS on Xnet right now. I have their names, handles and keys. Private and public.

> A poca dias pos la inisia de Rede X, nos ia comensa labora per esplota Linux Paranoica. La esplotas asta aora ia es peti e minor, ma un rompe es nonevitable. Cuando nos ave un rompe de dia zero, vos va es mor.

> Within days of the Xnet launch, we went to work on exploiting ParanoidLinux. The exploits so far have been small and insubstantial, but a break is inevitable. Once we have a zero-day break, you’re dead.

> Me crede ce me pote dise serta ce si mea controlores ta sabe ce me tape esta, on ta pone mea culo en Guantanamo de la Baia asta cuando me va es un fem vea.

> I think it’s safe to say that if my handlers knew that I was typing this, my ass would be stuck in Gitmo-by-the-Bay until I was an old woman.

> An si los no va rompe Linux Paranoica, alga varias venenosa de Xbox Paranoica sirculi. Los no ave la somas coreta de controla, ma cuanto persones regarda la somas de controla? Estra me e tu? Multe jovenes es ja mor, an si los no sabe lo.

> Even if they don’t break ParanoidLinux, there are poisoned ParanoidXbox distros floating around. They don’t match the checksums, but how many people look at the checksums? Besides me and you? Plenty of kids are already dead, though they don’t know it.

> La sola cual resta per mea controlores es calcula la tempo la plu bon per aresta vos per fa la impresa la plu grande en la jornales. Acel tempo va veni pronto, no tarda. Crede.

> All that remains is for my handlers to figure out the best time to bust you to make the biggest impact in the media. That time will be sooner, not later. Believe.

> Probable tu vole sabe perce me dise esta a tu.

> You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this.

> Ance me.

> I am too.

> Asi es como me ia ariva a mea opina. Me ia enscrive me per combate teroristes. En loca, me spia esuanes ci crede cosas cual Securia Interna no gusta. No la persones ci scema per esplode pontes, ma la protestores. Me no pote plu fa esta.

> Here’s where I come from. I signed up to fight terrorists. Instead, I’m spying on Americans who believe things that the DHS doesn’t like. Not people who plan on blowing up bridges, but protestors. I can’t do it anymore.

> Ma ance tu no pote, si tu sabe lo o no. Como me ia dise, tu ave sola alga tempo asta cuando tu va es cadenida sur Isola Tesoro. Esta no es un “si”, ma un “cuando”.

> But neither can you, whether or not you know it. Like I say, it’s only a matter of time until you’re in chains on Treasure Island. That’s not if, that’s when.

> Donce lo sufisi ja per me asi. A sude en Los Angeles, on ave persones. Los dise ce los pote manteni me en securia si me vole evade.

> So I’m through here. Down in Los Angeles, there are some people. They say they can keep me safe if I want to get out.

> Me vole evade.

> I want to get out.

> Me va prende tu con me, si tu vole veni. On es plu bon un combator ca un martir. Si tu veni con me, nos pote junta nos per descovre la metodo de vinse. Me es tan intelijente como tu. Crede.

> I will take you with me, if you want to come. Better to be a fighter than a martyr. If you come with me, we can figure out how to win together. I’m as smart as you. Believe.

> Como tu responde?

> What do you say?

> Asi es mea clave publica.

> Here’s my public key.

> Masha

Si en duta o difisilia: core ronda, cria e xilia.

When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.

Tu ia oia ja esta rima? Lo no es un bon consela, ma a la min lo es fasil per segue. Me ia salta de sur la leto e ia pasea de asi a ala. Mea cor ia palpita e mea sangue ia canta en un parodia cruel de como me ia senti cuando nos ia reveni a casa. Esta no ia es un stimula sesal; lo ia es un teror cru.

Ever hear that rhyme? It’s not good advice, but at least it’s easy to follow. I leapt off the bed and paced back and forth. My heart thudded and my blood sang in a cruel parody of the way I’d felt when we got home. This wasn’t sexual excitement, it was raw terror.

“Cua?” – Anj ia dise. “Cua?”

“What?” Ange said. “What?”

Me ia indica la scermo a mea lado de la leto. El ia rola e ia saisi mea teclador e ia move la punto de sua dito sur la panel de toca. El ia leje en silentia.

I pointed at the screen on my side of the bed. She rolled over and grabbed my keyboard and scribed on the touchpad with her fingertip. She read in silence.

Me ia pasea pendulin.

I paced.

“Esta debe es mentis.” – el ia dise. “Securia Interna jua con tua mente.”

“This has to be lies,” she said. “The DHS is playing games with your head.”

Me ia regarda el. El ia morde sua labio. El no ia aspeta como si el crede lo.

I looked at her. She was biting her lip. She didn’t look like she believed it.

“Tu pensa tal?”

“You think?”

“Serta. Los no pote vinse tu, donce los xasa tu par Rede X.”

“Sure. They can’t beat you, so they’re coming after you using Xnet.”

“Si.”

“Yeah.”

Me ia resenta me sur la leto. Me ia respira rapida denova.

I sat back down on the bed. I was breathing fast again.

“Calmi tu.” – el ia dise. “Esta es mera juas psicolojial. Vide.”

“Chill out,” she said. “It’s just head-games. Here.”

El ia prende nunca mea teclador de me a ante, ma aora on ia ave un intimia nova entre nos. El ia presa Responde e ia tape:

She never took my keyboard from me before, but now there was a new intimacy between us. She hit reply and typed,

> Un bon atenta.

> Nice try.

Ance el ia scrive como M1k3y aora. Nos ia es juntada en un modo diferente de a ante.

She was writing as M1k3y now, too. We were together in a way that was different from before.

“Vade per suscrive lo. Nos va vide como el responde.”

“Go ahead and sign it. We’ll see what she says.”

Me no ia sabe esce esta es la idea la plu bon, ma me no ia ave plu bones. Me ia suscrive lo e ia sifri lo par mea clave privata e la clave privata cual Masha ia furni.

I didn’t know if that was the best idea, but I didn’t have any better ones. I signed it and encrypted it with my private key and the public key Masha had provided.

La responde ia es instante.

The reply was instant.

> Me ia pensa ce tu va dise alga tal cosa.

> I thought you’d say something like that.

> Asi es un truco a cual tu no ia pensa. Me pote anonim tuneli videos tra DNS. Asi es alga lias a clipes cual tu ta vole cisa regarda ante deside ce me parla merda. Tota esta persones rejistra lunlotra, tra tota la tempo, per asecura se contra un daga en la dorso. Vera fasil es spia los en cuando los spia lunlotra.

> Here’s a hack you haven’t thought of. I can anonymously tunnel video over DNS. Here are some links to clips you might want to look at before you decide I’m full of it. These people are all recording each other, all the time, as insurance against a back-stab. It’s pretty easy to snoop off them as they snoop on each other.

> Masha

Afisada ia es la testo de fonte per un program peti cual ia pare fa esata lo cual Masha ia declara: descarga video par la protocol DNS.

Attached was source-code for a little program that appeared to do exactly what Masha claimed: pull video over the Domain Name Service protocol.

Ta ce me vade a retro per un momento asi e fa un esplica. Fundal, cada protocol de la interede es mera un serie de testo enviada de asi a ala en un ordina prescriveda. Lo es alga simil a prende un camion e pone un auto en lo, ante pone un motosicle en la portabagaje de la auto, e lia un bisicle a la retro de la motosicle, e pende un duple de patines de rotas a la retro de la bisicle – estra ce, si on vole, on pote lia la camion a la patines.

Let me back up a moment here and explain something. At the end of the day, every Internet protocol is just a sequence of text sent back and forth in a prescribed order. It’s kind of like getting a truck and putting a car in it, then putting a motorcycle in the car’s trunk, then attaching a bicycle to the back of the motorcycle, then hanging a pair of Rollerblades on the back of the bike. Except that then, if you want, you can attach the truck to the Rollerblades.

Per esemplo, considera la protocol SMTP, cual on usa per envia epostas.

For example, take Simple Mail Transport Protocol, or SMTP, which is used for sending email.

Asi es un conversa simple entre me e mea servador de eposta, en cual me envia un mesaje a me:

Here’s a sample conversation between me and my mail server, sending a message to myself:

> HELO fratepeti.com.se
250 mail.partitopiratin.org.se Alo fratepeti.com.se, encantada
> MAIL FROM:m1k3y@fratepeti.com.se
250 2.1.0 m1k3y@fratepeti.com.se... Envior bon
> RCPT TO:m1k3y@fratepeti.com.se
250 2.1.5 m1k3y@fratepeti.com.se... Resetor bon
> DATA
354 Scrive la mesaje e fini par "." en sua propre linia
> Si en duta o difisilia: core ronda, cria e xilia
> .
250 2.0.0 k5SMW0xQ006174 Mesaje asetada per trae
> QUIT
221 2.0.0 mail.partitopiratin.org.se clui la lia
Lia cluida par la macina distante.

> HELO littlebrother.com.se
250 mail.pirateparty.org.se Hello mail.pirateparty.org.se, pleased to meet you
> MAIL FROM:m1k3y@littlebrother.com.se
250 2.1.0 m1k3y@littlebrother.com.se… Sender ok
> RCPT TO:m1k3y@littlebrother.com.se
250 2.1.5 m1k3y@littlebrother.com.se… Recipient ok
> DATA
354 Enter mail, end with "." on a line by itself
> When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout
> .
250 2.0.0 k5SMW0xQ006174 Message accepted for delivery
QUIT
221 2.0.0 mail.pirateparty.org.se closing connection
Connection closed by foreign host.

La gramatica de esta conversa ia es definida en 1982 par Jon Postel, un de la eroes orijinal de la interede, ci ia opera la servadores la plu importante de la rede, leteral su sua table de labora a la Universia de California Sude, en la eda pasada paleolitica.

This conversation’s grammar was defined in 1982 by Jon Postel, one of the Internet’s heroic forefathers, who used to literally run the most important servers on the net under his desk at the University of Southern California, back in the paleolithic era.

Bon, imajina ce tu ta lia un servador de eposta a un sesion de mesaje instante. Tu ta pote envia un mesaje instante a la servador, disente “HELO fratepeti.com.se”, e lo ta responde con “250 mail.partitopiratin.org.se Alo de mail.partitopiratin.org.se, encantada”. En otra parolas, tu ta pote fa la mesma conversa par mesajes instante como par SMTP. Pos ajustas conveninte, tota la comunica con la servador de eposta ta pote aveni en un parleta. O un sesion ueb. O cualce otra cosa.

Now, imagine that you hooked up a mail-server to an IM session. You could send an IM to the server that said “HELO littlebrother.com.se” and it would reply with “250 mail.pirateparty.org.se Hello mail.pirateparty.org.se, pleased to meet you.” In other words, you could have the same conversation over IM as you do over SMTP. With the right tweaks, the whole mail-server business could take place inside of a chat. Or a web-session. Or anything else.

Esta es nomida “tuneli”. On pone la SMTP en un “tunel” de parleta. Alora on ta pote repone la parleta en un tunel de SMTP si on ta vole es vera strana, tunelinte la tunel en un plu tunel.

This is called “tunneling.” You put the SMTP inside a chat “tunnel.” You could then put the chat back into an SMTP tunnel if you wanted to be really weird, tunneling the tunnel in another tunnel.

En fato, cada protocol de interede es capas de esta prosede. Esta es bela, car lo sinifia ce si on es en un rede e pote asede sola la ueb, on pote tuneli tra lo sua eposta. On pote tuneli tra lo sua sistem favoreda de transfere entre egales. On pote tuneli tra lo an Rede X – cual mesma es un tunel per deses de protocoles.

In fact, every Internet protocol is susceptible to this process. It’s cool, because it means that if you’re on a network with only Web access, you can tunnel your mail over it. You can tunnel your favorite P2P over it. You can even tunnel Xnet – which itself is a tunnel for dozens of protocols – over it.

DNS es un protocol interesante e antica de interede, orijinante en 1983. Lo es la metodo par cual tua computador converti la nom de un computador – como partitopiratin.org.se – a la numero IP cual computadores usa vera per parla a lunlotra tra la rede, como 204.11.50.136. Jeneral, lo funsiona merveliosa, an si lo ave miliones de partes movente – cada furnor de servi opera un servador DNS, como ance la plu de governas e multe organizas privata. Tota esta macinas DNS parla a lunlotra tra tota la tempo, enviante e respondente a solisitas entre se, tal ce, an si la nom cual on enflue a sua computador pote es estrema oscur, lo va pote cambia lo a un numero.

Domain Name Service is an interesting and ancient Internet protocol, dating back to 1983. It’s the way that your computer converts a computer’s name – like pirateparty.org.se – to the IP number that computers actually use to talk to each other over the net, like 204.11.50.136. It generally works like magic, even though it’s got millions of moving parts – every ISP runs a DNS server, as do most governments and lots of private operators. These DNS boxes all talk to each other all the time, making and filling requests to each other so no matter how obscure the name is you feed to your computer, it will be able to turn it into a number.

Ante DNS, on ia ave la fix HOSTS. Crede lo o no, esta ia es un sola documento cual ia lista la nom e adirije de cada computador individua liada a la interede. Cada computador ia ave un copia de lo. Esta fix ia es ultima tro grande per distribui, donce DNS ia es inventada e ia funsiona en un servador cual ia abita alora su la table de Jon Postel. Si la limpores ia ta deslia la cable, la interede intera ia ta perde sua capasia de trova se. Seria.

Before DNS, there was the HOSTS file. Believe it or not, this was a single document that listed the name and address of every single computer connected to the Internet. Every computer had a copy of it. This file was eventually too big to move around, so DNS was invented, and ran on a server that used to live under Jon Postel’s desk. If the cleaners knocked out the plug, the entire Internet lost its ability to find itself. Seriously.

Con DNS oji, la fato es ce lo es sempre presente. Cada rede conteni sua servador DNS, e tota esta servadores es ajustada per parla a lunlotra e a persones acaso tra tota la interede.

The thing about DNS today is that it’s everywhere. Every network has a DNS server living on it, and all of those servers are configured to talk to each other and to random people all over the Internet.

Lo cual Masha ia fa ia es descovre un modo de tuneli un sistem de flue video tra DNS. El ia rompe la video en biliones de pesos e ia asconde cada de los en un mesaje normal a un servador DNS. Par esecuta sua codigo, me ia pote tira la video de tota acel servadores DNS, tra tota la interede, con rapidia noncredable. Serta, acel ta aspeta bizara en la istogrames de rede, como si me ta xerca la adirije de cada computador en la mundo.

What Masha had done was figure out a way to tunnel a video-streaming system over DNS. She was breaking up the video into billions of pieces and hiding each of them in a normal message to a DNS server. By running her code, I was able to pull the video from all those DNS servers, all over the Internet, at incredible speed. It must have looked bizarre on the network histograms, like I was looking up the address of every computer in the world.

Ma lo ia ave du vantajes de cual me ia reconose instante sua valua: me ia pote reseta la video con rapidia mareante – direta cuando me ia clica la lia prima, me ia comensa reseta imajes de scermo plen, sin tropezas o balbutas – e me ia ave no idea do lo ia es ospitada. Lo ia es completa anonim.

But it had two advantages I appreciated at once: I was able to get the video with blinding speed – as soon as I clicked the first link, I started to receive full-screen pictures, without any jitter or stuttering – and I had no idea where it was hosted. It was totally anonymous.

Prima, me an no ia persepi la contenida de la video. Me ia es completa stonada par la rusosia de esta truco. On flue video tra DNS? Esta ia es tan astuta e strana ce lo ia es cuasi pervertida.

At first I didn’t even clock the content of the video. I was totally floored by the cleverness of this hack. Streaming video from DNS? That was so smart and weird, it was practically perverted.

Gradal, me ia comensa comprende cua me vide.

Gradually, what I was seeing began to sink in.

Lo ia es un table de comite en un sala peti con un miror longo un mur. Me ia conose acel sala. Me ia senta en acel sala, cuando Fem de Capeles Sever ia forsa me a vosi mea clave. On ia ave sinco sejas comfortosa sirca la table, con un person comfortosa en cada, tota en uniforma de Securia Interna. Me ia reconose Jeneral Major Graeme Sutherland, la Comandor de la Rejion Baia per Securia Interna, como ance Capeles Sever. La otras ia es nova a me. Tota ia regarda un scermo video a la fini de la table, cual ia mostra un fas suprapasante plu familiar.

It was a board-room table in a small room with a mirror down one wall. I knew that room. I’d sat in that room, while Severe-Haircut woman had made me speak my password aloud. There were five comfortable chairs around the table, each with a comfortable person, all in DHS uniform. I recognized Major General Graeme Sutherland, the DHS Bay Area commander, along with Severe Haircut. The others were new to me. They all watched a video screen at the end of the table, on which there was an infinitely more familiar face.

Kurt Rooney ia es nasional conoseda como la stratejiste xef de la Presidente, la om ci ia fa ce la partito reveni per sua periodo tre, e ci naviga a la periodo cuatro. On ia nomi el “Noncompatiosa”, e me ia vide a alga tempo en un reporta televisada sua modo sever de redini sua empleadas, telefoninte a los, mesajente a los, oservante cada move, controlante cada paso. El ia es vea, con fas plietada e oios pal gris e un nas plata con narinas esvasada e labios magra, un om ci ia aspeta como si el ole sempre alga mal odor.

Kurt Rooney was known nationally as the President’s chief strategist, the man who returned the party for its third term, and who was steaming towards a fourth. They called him “Ruthless” and I’d seen a news report once about how tight a rein he kept his staffers on, calling them, IMing them, watching their every motion, controlling every step. He was old, with a lined face and pale gray eyes and a flat nose with broad, flared nostrils and thin lips, a man who looked like he was smelling something bad all the time.

El ia es la om sur la scermo. El ia parla, e tota la otras ia foca a sua scermo, con cadun scrivente notas a sua rapidia masima de tape, atentante pare intelijente.

He was the man on the screen. He was talking, and everyone else was focused on his screen, everyone taking notes as fast as they could type, trying to look smart.

“— dise ce los es coler contra autoria, ma nos nesesa mostra a la pais ce la teroristes, no la governa, es los ci on debe culpa. Vos comprende me? La nasion no ama acel site. Longo sua opina, lo es un Sodom e Gomora de ges e ateistes ci merita putri en enferno. La sola razona perce la pais es interesada sur cua on pensa en San Francisco es ce on ia ave ala la bon fortuna de es esplodeda asta enferno par alga teroristes islamiste.

“– say that they’re angry with authority, but we need to show the country that it’s terrorists, not the government, that they need to blame. Do you understand me? The nation does not love that city. As far as they’re concerned, it is a Sodom and Gomorrah of fags and atheists who deserve to rot in hell. The only reason the country cares what they think in San Francisco is that they had the good fortune to have been blown to hell by some Islamic terrorists.

“Esta jovenes de Rede X ateni la punto cuando cisa los va comensa es usosa a nos. Plu revoluiste los deveni, plu la resta de la nasion comprende ce on ave menasas en tota partes.”

“These Xnet children are getting to the point where they might start to be useful to us. The more radical they get, the more the rest of the nation understands that there are threats everywhere.”

Sua escutores ia fini tape.

His audience finished typing.

“Nos pote controla esta, me pensa.” – Fem de Capeles Sever ia dise. “Nosa persones en Rede X ia cumula ja multe influe. Cada de la Blogores Mandju opera tan multe como sincodes bloges, inondante la canales de parleta, liante a lunlotra, jeneral mera seguente la politica de partito definida par esta M1k3y. Ma los ia mostra ja ce los pote provoca atas radisal, an cuando M1k3y aplica la freno.”

“We can control that, I think,” Severe Haircut Lady said. “Our people in the Xnet have built up a lot of influence. The Manchurian Bloggers are running as many as fifty blogs each, flooding the chat channels, linking to each other, mostly just taking the party line set by this M1k3y. But they’ve already shown that they can provoke radical action, even when M1k3y is putting the brakes on.”

Jeneral Major Sutherland ia acorda con testa. “Nos ia intende lasa los en asconde asta cuasi un mense ante la mediaperiodales.” Me ia suposa ce esta refere a la votas a media de la presidentia, e no a mea esaminas de mediatrimestre. “Acel es longo la scema orijinal. Ma lo sona como si —”

Major General Sutherland nodded. “We have been planning to leave them underground until about a month before the midterms.” I guessed that meant the mid-term elections, not my exams. “That’s per the original plan. But it sounds like –”

“Nos ave un otra scema per la mediaperiodales.” – Rooney ia dise. “On sabe sola si on debe, natural, ma me sujesta ce nun de vos ta projeta un viaja en la mense presedente. Lasa ce Rede X core libre, tan pronto como posible. Si los es moderada, los es perilosa. Manteni la revoluisme de los.”

“We’ve got another plan for the midterms,” Rooney said. “Need-to-know, of course, but you should all probably not plan on traveling for the month before. Cut the Xnet loose now, as soon as you can. So long as they’re moderates, they’re a liability. Keep them radical.”

La video ia sesa.

The video cut off.

Anj e me ia senta a la borda de la leto, regardante la scermo. Anj ia estende un mano e ia recomensa la video. Nos ia regarda lo. Lo ia es plu mal a la ves du.

Ange and I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the screen. Ange reached out and started the video again. We watched it. It was worse the second time.

Me ia lansa la teclador a lado e ia sta.

I tossed the keyboard aside and got up.

“Me es tan fatigada de senti asustada.” – me ia dise. “Ta ce nos prende esta a Barbara e fa ce el publici lo. Pone tota en la rede. Ta ce los prende me a via. A la min, me va sabe alora cua va aveni. Alora, a la min, me va ave alga sertia en mea vive.”

“I am so sick of being scared,” I said. “Let’s take this to Barbara and have her publish it all. Put it all on the net. Let them take me away. At least I’ll know what’s going to happen then. At least then I’ll have a little certainty in my life.”

Anj ia saisi me e ia abrasa me, ia consola me. “Me sabe, ameta, me sabe. Tota es deplorable. Ma tu foca a la mal cosas e iniora la bon cosas. Tu ia crea un promove. Tu ia es plu rusosa ca la culos en la Casa Blanca, la criminores en uniformas de Securia Interna. Tu ia ateni un loca do tu ta pote es la person ci esposa tota esta cosa putrida de Securia Interna.

Ange grabbed me and hugged me, soothed me. “I know baby, I know. It’s all terrible. But you’re focusing on the bad stuff and ignoring the good stuff. You’ve created a movement. You’ve outflanked the jerks in the White House, the crooks in DHS uniforms. You’ve put yourself in a position where you could be responsible for blowing the lid off of the entire rotten DHS thing.

“Serta los vole catura tu. Natural tal. Esce tu ia duta lo a cualce momento? Me ia espeta sempre esta. Ma Marcus, los no sabe ci tu es. Pensa sur esta. Los ave tota acel persones, mone, pistoles e spiores – e tu, un xico de liseo de des-sete anios, an tal, tu vinse los. Los no sabe sur Barbara. Los no sabe sur Zeb. Tu ia interfere contra los sur la stradas de San Francisco e ia umili los ante la mundo. Donce sesa la tristia, no? Tu vinse.”

“Sure they’re out to get you. Course they are. Have you ever doubted it for a moment? I always figured they were. But Marcus, they don’t know who you are. Think about that. All those people, money, guns and spies, and you, a seventeen year old high school kid – you’re still beating them. They don’t know about Barbara. They don’t know about Zeb. You’ve jammed them in the streets of San Francisco and humiliated them before the world. So stop moping, all right? You’re winning.”

“Los veni por catura me, an tal. Tu vide esta. Los va pone me en un prison per sempre. An no un prison. Me va desapare simple, como Darryl. Cisa plu mal. Cisa Suria. Perce los ta lasa me en San Francisco? Me es perilosa si me es en la SUA.”

“They’re coming for me, though. You see that. They’re going to put me in jail forever. Not even jail. I’ll just disappear, like Darryl. Maybe worse. Maybe Syria. Why leave me in San Francisco? I’m a liability as long as I’m in the USA.”

El ia senta se sur la leto con me.

She sat down on the bed with me.

“Si.” – el ia dise. “Tal.”

“Yeah,” she said. “That.”

“Tal.”

“That.”

“Ma tu sabe cua tu debe fa, no?”

“Well, you know what you have to do, right?”

“Cua?” El ia regarda sinifiosa mea teclador. Me ia pote vide la larmas desendente sua jenas. “No! Tu es demente. Tu pensa ce me va core a via con alga bobo de la interede? Alga spior?”

“What?” She looked pointedly at my keyboard. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. “No! You’re out of your mind. You think I’m going to run off with some nut off the Internet? Some spy?”

“Tu ave un idea plu bon?”

“You got a better idea?”

Me ia pedi un monton de sua vestes tra la aira. “Oce. Tu vinse. Me va parla plu con el.”

I kicked a pile of her laundry into the air. “Whatever. Fine. I’ll talk to her some more.”

“Parla a el.” – Anj ia dise. “Dise a el ce tu e tua xica de cor va evade.”

“You talk to her,” Ange said. “You tell her you and your girlfriend are getting out.”

“Cua?”

“What?”

“Clui la boca, pixeta. Tu pensa ce tu es en peril? Me es en la mesma peril, Marcus. On nomi lo ‘culpablia par asosia’. Cuando tu va evade, me va evade.” Sua mandibula ia es protendeda a un angulo rebelante. “Tu e me – nos es juntada aora. Tu debe comprende esta.”

“Shut up, dickhead. You think you’re in danger? I’m in just as much danger, Marcus. It’s called guilt by association. When you go, I go.” She had her jaw thrust out at a mutinous angle. “You and I – we’re together now. You have to understand that.”

Nos ia senta sur la leto en junta.

We sat down on the bed together.

“Estra si tu no desira me.” – el ia dise, final, en un vose peti.

“Unless you don’t want me,” she said, finally, in a small voice.

“Tu broma con me, si?”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Esce lo pare ce me broma?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“En no modo me ta parti volente sin tu, Anj. Me ia ta pote nunca demanda ce tu veni, ma me estasia a tua ofre.”

“There’s no way I would voluntarily go without you, Ange. I could never have asked you to come, but I’m ecstatic that you offered.”

El ia surie e ia lansa a me mea teclador.

She smiled and tossed me my keyboard.

“Eposta a esta bestia Masha. Ta ce nos vide cua esta xica pote fa per nos.”

“Email this Masha creature. Let’s see what this chick can do for us.”

Me ia eposta a el, sifrinte la mesaje, e ia espeta un responde. Anj ia nasi alga me, e me ia besa el, e nos ia caresa. Alga cosa pertinente a la peril e la acorda de evade juntada – lo ia fa ce me oblida la embarasa de fa la seso, ia fa ce me deveni vera diablin libidosa.

I emailed her, encrypting the message, waiting for a reply. Ange nuzzled me a little and I kissed her and we necked. Something about the danger and the pact to go together – it made me forget the awkwardness of having sex, made me freaking horny as hell.

Nos ia es denova partal nuda cuando la eposta de Masha ia ariva.

We were half naked again when Masha’s email arrived.

> Du de vos? Cristo, como si lo no va es ja sufisinte difisil.

> Two of you? Jesus, like it won’t be hard enough already.

> On no permete ce me sorti, estra per fa xercas pratical per informas pos un pica grande a Rede X. Tu comprende? La controlores oserva cada mea move, ma los deslia la corea cuando un cosa grande aveni con la usores de Rede X. Me es enviada a la tereno alora.

> I don’t get to leave except to do field intelligence after a big Xnet hit. You get me? The handlers watch my every move, but I go off the leash when something big happens with Xnetters. I get sent into the field then.

> Tu va fa alga cosa grande. Me va es enviada a lo. Me va reali ce ambos de nos evade. Tota tre de nos, si tu insiste.

> You do something big. I get sent to it. I get us both out. All three of us, if you insist.

> Ma ata rapida. Me no pote envia multe epostas a tu, tu comprende? Los oserva me. Los prosimi a tu. Tu no ave multe tempo. Semanas? Cisa sola dias.

> Make it fast, though. I can’t send you a lot of email, understand? They watch me. They’re closing in on you. You don’t have a lot of time. Weeks? Maybe just days.

> Me nesesa tu per aida mea evade. Acel es perce me fa esta, si tu vole sabe. Me no pote evade solitar. Me nesesa un distrae grande en Rede X. Acel es tua contribui. No delude me, M1k3y, o ambos nos va es mor. Tua xiceta, ance.

> I need you to get me out. That’s why I’m doing this, in case you’re wondering. I can’t escape on my own. I need a big Xnet distraction. That’s your department. Don’t fail me, M1k3y, or we’re both dead. Your girlie too.

> Masha

Mea telefon ia tintina, saltetante ambos de nos. Esta ia es mea madre, volente sabe cuando me va reveni a casa. Me ia dise a el ce me es en via. El no ia refere a Barbara. Nos ia acorda ja ce nos no va parla sur cualce tal cosas par telefon. Esta ia es un idea de mea padre. El ia pote es tan paranoica como me.

My phone rang, making us both jump. It was my mom wanting to know when I was coming home. I told her I was on my way. She didn’t mention Barbara. We’d agreed that we wouldn’t talk about any of this stuff on the phone. That was my dad’s idea. He could be as paranoid as me.

“Me debe parti.” – me ia dise.

“I have to go,” I said.

“Nosa jenitores va es —”

“Our parents will be –”

“Me sabe.” – me ia dise. “Me ia vide cua ia aveni a mea jenitores cuando los ia crede ce me ia mori. La sabe ce me es un fujor no va es multe plu bon. Ma los ta prefere ce me es un fujor ca un prisonida. Tal me suposa. Tal o no, pos nosa desapare, Barbara va pote publici sin ansia ce el trae problemes a nos.”

“I know,” I said. “I saw what happened to my parents when they thought I was dead. Knowing that I’m a fugitive isn’t going to be much better. But they’d rather I be a fugitive than a prisoner. That’s what I think. Anyway, once we disappear, Barbara can publish without worrying about getting us into trouble.”

Nos ia besa a la porte de sua sala. No un de la casos sesosa e bavante cual nos ia fa usual cuando nos ia separa. Un besa dulse a esta ves. Un besa lenta. Un besa de la spesie “asta reuni”.

We kissed at the door of her room. Not one of the hot, sloppy numbers we usually did when parting ways. A sweet kiss this time. A slow kiss. A goodbye kind of kiss.

Viajas par metro fa ce on introspeta. Cuando la tren osila de asi a ala e on atenta no regarda la oios de la otra pasajores e on atenta no leje la comersiales per sirurjia plastica, garantiores de libri, e esaminas per SIDO, cuando on atenta iniora la grafiti e no regarda tro atendente cua la tapeto conteni – alora la mente comensa vera ajita sempre plu.

BART rides are introspective. When the train rocks back and forth and you try not to make eye contact with the other riders and you try not to read the ads for plastic surgery, bail bondsmen and AIDS testing, when you try to ignore the graffiti and not look too closely at the stuff in the carpeting. That’s when your mind starts to really churn and churn.

On osila de asi a ala e la mente esplora tota la cosas cual on ia fali persepi, remostrante la filmas de tota la partes de la vive en cual on no ia es un eroe, en cual on ia es fol o naive.

You rock back and forth and your mind goes over all the things you’ve overlooked, plays back all the movies of your life where you’re no hero, where you’re a chump or a sucker.

La serebro inventa teorias como esta:

Your brain comes up with theories like this one:

Si la Departe de Securia Interna ta vole catura M1k3y, cual modo plu bon ta esiste ca tenta el a emerje de asconde, e panica el a gida alga spesie de aveni publica con Rede X? Esce esta no ta merita la risca de esposa un video perilinte?

If the DHS wanted to catch M1k3y, what better way than to lure him into the open, panic him into leading some kind of big, public Xnet event? Wouldn’t that be worth the chance of a compromising video leaking?

La serebro inventa tal cosas an cuando la viaja de tren dura tra sola du o tre stasiones. Cuando on desembarca, e on comensa move, la sangue comensa flue e, a veses, la serebro aida on denova.

Your brain comes up with stuff like that even when the train ride only lasts two or three stops. When you get off, and you start moving, the blood gets running and sometimes your brain helps you out again.

A veses, la serebro furni solves en ajunta a problemes.

Sometimes your brain gives you solutions in addition to problems.