Forge Netting 16: Against Blank States

Spitz awoke – there had been some advances in the technology since they had last thought to check whether a body they had walking around in their vicinity was a drone. The memory they had been siphoning off was a semi-scripted screened info-dump – mistaking him for their puppet they had missed the stringing of control to themselves from this facsimile.

They had been so ignorant in their arrogance but it was what he had expected – all he had to do to dupe them was to be in their presence; they could not contemplate of someone who had once been in their employ thinking for themselves. It was going to be an unpleasant surprise.

Spitz had tracked most of the people who had been through the doors of the laboratory, but some of them – most of them in fact – had become broken trails, dead ends, or both. Like everyone involved in the fiasco with LEthe he had taken a particular interest in Ruebeau. He didn’t necessarily believe in the subject as a Typhoid Mary, but he would definitely prove to be important in resolving the situation, of that he had no doubt.

He was against the idea of monetising tragedy but he didn’t agree with the tactics of others who wished to return the world to its previous state. Not wanting to revel in the amnesia, he could not be in favour of the blank states either. He had information and people trusted that information because it had proved correct in the past – they could see that he wanted to help people; he had helped people … it was obvious that he was not on the side of those who wished to profit.

He had lots of money – his overseers had been idiots, and following the collapse they had been blinded and not able to see where their money flowed or where their power resided. He had been on the ground; he had greased enough palms and kept friendly with enough of the footsoldiers, so that when a coup was on the cards he could just waltz and collect all the favours he was owed and take over without a question from anyone.

Things had been forgotten but things had been retained elsewhere; some people had long memories, and some people had even better data storage devices. Time to start rebuilding the world one memory at a time.

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