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Hostage to Pleasure

She understood, the knowledge betrayed by the barest flicker of an eyelash. And then she began to speak.

"My name is Ashaya Aleine. I’m a Gradient 9.9 M-Psy and the scientist formerly in charge of Protocol I, otherwise known as the Implant Protocol."

Her tone was cold enough to freeze summer rain. For the first time, he saw exactly how she’d survived detection in the PsyNet. It created an unexpected burst of pride in his gut – this woman was made of ice-fired steel. She might bend, but Ashaya Aleine would never, ever, break.

"The information I’m about to share is highly classified," she continued. "In doing so, I break my contract with the Council, but keep the one I made as a scientist – to pursue the truth."

In the PsyNet, a red alert blasted into the mind of every Councilor.

"While the theoretical research behind the Implant Protocol is common knowledge," Ashaya continued, "what is not widely known is that the Council is going ahead with the Protocol, in direct violation of its duty to consult the populace on matters of this scale.

"Silence itself took ten years of debate before it was implemented, and yet this implant, an implant that would enable the imposition of Silence on the biological level, turning many into one – in effect, creating a hive mind – is being railroaded through without even cursory consultation."

Across the country, across the world, power started failing in a relentless cascade. Entire towns, then cities, were blacked out as the Council shut down every one of its power providers.

"Not long ago, an attack on my lab put the development of the implant back to square one. But it can be rebuilt. I’m not the only scientist with the capacity to do the work."

Psy telekinetics were dispatched to cause "accidental" breakdowns in media outlets not under the Council’s direct control, including the usually ignored highways of the Internet. The blackout continued to explode across the world in a violent wave. Then the satellites started to blink.

"This information is classified but has been the subject of widespread rumor." Ashaya paused. "But what I tell you next is known only to a select few. The Council-funded research on Protocol I speaks of absolute equality. That is a categorical lie. The implants were never intended to make us all the same. Their purpose is simple – to create a society of ciphers, slaves for whom obedience to the Council and its favored associates is a biological imperative."

Hackers – Psy, human, and changeling – worked furiously to reboot systems. They failed. Humans swore, changelings threw things, Psy began a rapid-fire telepathic "tree" to link to anyone who had a signal and could feed them the broadcast.

"However, while the implants remain a priority for the Council, after the rebels’ successful attack on the original lab – when it became clear that they might possibly realize their aim of halting the Implant Protocol – the Council decided to widen the scope of my mandate."

Backup Internet servers hidden all over the world came online with a hum, hand-crank radios were unearthed from attics and basements, and the telepathic "tree" grew until still-functioning feeds were found in rural Russia, in the deep-sea station, Alaris, and in several tiny towns in New Zealand.

"The Omega Project existed before Protocol I, before most of us were born. It has always been a possible tool in the Council’s arsenal. Three months ago, I was instructed to begin familiarizing myself with all data pertaining to Omega, as the dormant project would be reinitiated the instant the Protocol I was complete. The aim of the Omega Project – "

High above the earth, three seemingly long-dead satellites came to life, controlled by changelings and humans at a facility buried within the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Their sudden reemergence took everyone by surprise.

" – is to wipe out all spontaneous conception among the Psy."

Chapter 15

The hush that fell across the world was audible.

"The delivery system is meant to be a virus. The virus is intended to have a cure. That cure would be controlled by the Council. The result hardly needs to be stated – anyone who dared rebel would find their familial line discontinued."

Lights flickered around Ashaya, but she saw Dorian make a "keep going" gesture. It steadied her enough to continue. And why a cat who disliked her so openly should have that effect on her was not something she had the luxury to consider at this moment.

"As for my proof – in terms of the inequalities in Protocol I, that proof consists of thousands of bytes of data, including copies of orders bearing the Council seal. Some of that information is being streamed along with this feed – information that makes it clear the implants were to be made to different specifications. You, the masses, were destined to be nothing more than insects in a hive."

Those who still had the ability attempted to grab the data packets.

"As for the aims of the Omega Project, you have only my word, the word of a scientist with an unblemished record. If successfully manufactured, the virus would be a weapon, one intended to be used against us by our own Council. Now consider its potential as a weapon in the hands of those who hate the Psy."

She paused to let that sink in.

"Though Omega has never come close to completion, the scientists who worked on it over the years created a rich archive of data, data that may have included the genesis of a viral recipe. That data is now gone. I destroyed every byte of it in the weeks before I defected. The Omega Project is dead." Ashaya told the most dangerous lie of all with every ounce of cold conviction she could gather. "I don’t ask that you believe every word I say. I don’t even ask that you consider me anything but a traitor to our race. All I ask is that you think for yourself… and question your Council."

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