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When it was decided that you were and you agreed to join the program, this material was pulled. This is public information. Look at this.”
    He uses his plants to change the info stream on the pad. Additional data from different sources including what must be AI analysis moves alongside the same information.
    I jolt back from the screen. “This information is being manipulated? Is the corporation doing this?” I look at the suit.
    He shakes his head no. “Analysis indicates that the parents have instituted a smear campaign. Some of your information was supressed and the media campaign was assisted by professionals. They have thrown a lot of money at this because they want to win. They are very good, but the Corporation is much better.” He stops and stares at me unblinkingly.
    I still do not get it. So I ask, “Why? Why are they doing this? I know they hate me, but after everything that happened…”
    The answer is short. “They appear to be doing this for their benefit. Anything else is conjecture at this point. Finally, as hard as this will be for you to do, you need to let this go.” I just stare at him when he says that and I am amazed that I am not drooling on myself like an idiot. “You work for the Corporation now. They are irrelevant. Move on and stay focussed on your job.” He looks me in the eye. “Am I clear? Say yes if you understand.”
    I nod yes and then, clearing my throat, say, “Yes.”
    He nods at me and says, “Good.”
    He takes the pad away and we continue in silence.
    We pull up at the airport and, after being scanned through by some security types, we drive to a part that is off-limits to the public. We pull up to a hangar and I am escorted inside by my three suits. There is a really nice little lounge with large tinted windows and a small, well-stocked bar. There is another person there with two more suits. I don’t know if I am allowed to talk yet, but it’s like my suit knows what I am thinking as he hands me an entertainment pad.
    The pad has no wireless connection to the outside. It seems to be connected to a local server and has a bunch of games and old programs that I can use. I still have no access to the real world.
    The pad will do, even if it is a bit old in the way of tech.
    What is really interesting is that the other guy is also using a pad. So whatever they are doing with us, they don’t want us communicating with the outside world for now.
    My suit gestures for me to take a seat and then asks, “Do you want anything to drink? If so, just help yourself.”
    I nod and then as I look up, he continues. “We will be leaving soon; we are just waiting for the plane.”
    I walk over to the bar and grab a container of fruit juice. This is the good stuff, not that crap that was in the holding facility.
    I sit down in a nice, comfy leather recliner that vibrates and start flipping through the pad’s entertainment, looking for news. I find two different streams: one local and one national. They are both showing my picture and going on about how I left the facility and the court’s findings were overturned. I just catch the end of a commentator’s statement: “And he will do a much greater service giving his all in these pursuits then he would if he were executed for his actions…” I tune it out.
    I am sort of free and going on to something else.
    I know better than to try to catch some sleep. That way is a fast ride to nightmare land.
    So I keep watching and reading. But I can’t post anything to this filtered feed.
    It seems like just a few minutes until the suits start moving and we see a small, sleek little plane pull up to the building.
    The other guy and I are hustled out and we walk to the plane and board. “Our” suits pass us off to a suit on the plane and we grab seats. This is an awesome little plane that seats thirty and has plush leather seats and personal storage. The plane is almost full, with just a few empty seats. I grab one and check out my drink