Yours

“Whoever controls information controls the world,” the faceless voice used to tell me as it sent me on another mission to obtain that very information. I obeyed orders, but I understood perfectly: no one will allow me to “rule the world.” That means that one day they’ll dispose of me. Leaving for yet another assignment, I realized clearly—I won’t go back. They won’t let me. But on that score I had my own opinion and a long-developed escape plan. Contains profanity.