Friday, May 5, 2017
Not again. Every time he drinks...
"Don't shake your head. Look for the antennas. There's one right across the street, on the old office building.
"Of course, otherwise our phones won't work."
A look of sad condescension usually reserved for small children. "I've been reading. A lot. Stuff they don't want you to see."
"I don't want to say the names, not here."
"What? We're in a noisy bar. You seriously believe someone is spying on you?"
Silently pointing to the black slab at the edge of the table.
"My cellphone? It's spying on you?"
"Okay, fine. Someone could hack my phone, but that doesn't mean they can control my mind through a radio antenna."
"You can't sense it. You don't even know it's happening. I'm serious. They've been doing this for so long, it's totally hidden. They're playing the long game."
"Okay, let's talk about something el..." BRAAP BRAAP BRAAP "Oh, it's my boss. I have to take this."
"It's eleven o'clock at night. Do you really need to answer?"
"Yeah, you know how it is, work and all."
A sage nod. "Yes, I do know just how it is."