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you still own the malware and didn’t destroy it. You want I-org to suffer, don’t you?”
Gasping for air, Jason asked, “Who are you? How do you know all this?” The man was about
to get off at the next station when Jason dashed across and held his collar. The man replied
“Follow me if you want answers.” Jason yelled and asked who he was again. But the man
smiled and got off, Jason getting down behind him, helpless. Following the man led him to an
isolated abandoned arcade where there were 4 more people there clattering on their
keyboards. All of them knew Jason and what he did, thus greeted him with an unwelcoming
gesture. Jason was standing there clueless of what was happening. The man, Greg Hardy
standing beside him, looking at him, still smiling.

“You sure you wanted to clean the network?” asked Darlene, one of the four people clattering
on her keyboard. A pretty girl in her twenties. “Can you please let me know what the heck is
happening?” replied Jason. Greg reveals to him that they are called f-society and they planted
the malware in the I-org’s server. “Why?” asked Jason, suddenly becoming aware of the fact
that deep within he knew why. He hated capitalism. The consumerist society he thinks he is
trapped in is robbing people of freedom of life and making them obey the mechanical social
structure. I-org is the greatest pillar of this modern mechanical structure. “You know why,”
replied Greg. He was perplexed at Greg replying with dead certainty what was going in his
mind. It was almost as if Greg knew him too well. “But how could he … we’ve never met
before”, thought Jason. Greg asked him if he would be willing to work with f-society in their
vision of destroying I-org in order to restore freedom from consumerism and debt. “The
f-society believes we can bring about a revolution”, said Greg. “You know you wanna be a
part of this revolution just that you’re trying to suppress the urge”. “No, I don’t, what you do
here is illegal, I work at a cyber-security company for god’s sake!” exclaimed Jason with a
threat to expose them, leaving the door banged open. Greg shouted, “I know you won’t
expose us … you just won’t.” Next day Jason thought about f-society the whole day. A few
days later, turned up at the arcade and agreed to work with them. What they were up to was
encrypting the whole banking database of I-org into a non-readable format and the encryption
key would be self-deleted after a couple of hours. The ransom ware was to be installed into
the I-org’s server again and that would be done by Jason.

They worked after dusk every day at the arcade, maybe this was the escape from the utterly
lonely life Jason led earlier. Trying to cope with his loneliness with the help of drugs like
morphine. He had a view that everyone is lonely in their experiences. They can just socialize
and have the illusion that they’re together in this, but they are not. And once you know that
the relief and escape people get by socializing is just a hallucination, it no longer lures you.
You get above it and realize the bitter truth of life that everyone is utterly lonely here. He
found the purpose of his life in anarchy, maybe this was his hallucination like other people
have theirs. The day was near when the hack was about to take place.

The arcade was quieter than usual that day. Everything was set up and it was just a matter of
execution now. When Jason reached the arcade, he found out that Greg and other people had
already executed the attack. He got mad, after all, the efforts he has put in. “What nonsense!
You executed it yourself, you were here all the time until you left for home to have dinner
and return back”, said Darlene. Jason was puzzled. “I just came home now! How can that
even be possible? Ask Greg, he knows I wasn’t here.” Darlene, looking confused, asks who
Greg is. “Greg, the leader of f-society for god’s sake! Who brought me here, who’s been with
us all the time, who …” He stopped for a moment … whom I’ve never seen you talking to,
how come I’ve never seen you guys together, talking?” Darlene replies, “What on earth are
you talking about, you are the leader of f-society, there is no Greg in here, you found this

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