The door remained unopened despite all their fears. There was no dawn raid. No hammering fists demanding that they come out with their hands above their heads. They had gotten away with it.
It had started as a silly idea, a late night of drinking and venting at the world. They had talked over each other, so eager to condemn the life they were forced to lead. Maddie was old enough to remember the internet, a vague memory now in those over 30, she had spoken of the freedom they had had. She could have told someone half way around the world what she had eaten for dinner or told them to fuck off. They could do as they pleased and no one could stop them.
Kon wished she could remember those times but she was only just in her 20s and the internet was always something she had heard about but never seen. Limited and difficult to access before she was even out of nappies. She knew of its influence though. She knew that revolutions and protests had spread without end, injustices seen by millions before authorities could stop it. She missed something she never had and wondered how that could be.
Nuggs said that he had a source, a way of getting online but refused to tell them where. Said it compromise his source. Kon thought they should invite Nuggs round more often. He claimed he could get something out though, tell the world what it was like under the dictatorial regime. He wouldn’t tell them how or where but he’d do it for them. All they needed was a video.
It was nothing special, just four of them in front of a government building in the dead of night. Two torches lit their gaunt faces as they ranted, trying to stay coherent and rational. Kon hoped it would be enough.
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