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everyone’s
Social Security number stored on it. We call it the dynamite stick”
    He arched an eyebrow. “We?”
    “I’m part of an underground network
searching for the dynamite stick.”
    “If it does exist, where is this
dynamite sticknow? Why hasn’t the government used it to restore the
lost records?”
    “Well, doc, if I knew where it was
I wouldn’t have been up on the Eiffel Tower meeting a pair of blackhat
criminals trying to get information on it, now would I?”
    “I suppose not. But surely, as a
girl so entrenched in this underground web, you must have some guesses on where
it could be.”
    “I know a little about where it’s
been.”
    “You make it sound like it’s had a
life of its own.”
    “It has, in a way. So far what I
know about it is that it was created by a government employee shortly before
the November Hit took place. After that it changed hands so many times it’s
impossible to pinpoint.”
    “You mean the person who created it
was some kind of an amateur?”
    “It was something of an accidental
treasure. It only has any extraordinary value in juxtaposition to the November
Hit. The story goes that the employee downloaded the information in the months
leading up to the cyber attack because he planned to scam senior citizens using
their stolen Social Security numbers. I mean the guy had no clue the attack was
coming, no clue about how valuable that disk was about to become.” Another
cigarette was under my tongue now but I didn’t remember putting it there. “The
guy’s name was Enoch Sprites. Isn’t that a weird name?”
    “I suppose,” the doctor said.
    “He was a doctor, too. But a real
doctor, not a phony like you. He ended up in the slammer at some point and he
lost the disk. It has been passed around quite a bit, but it’s still out
there.”
    “So then you have never actually
laid eyes on this mythical disk?”
    “Not technically.”
    “Then you have no way of knowing if
this disk is even real. With all due respect, this sounds like an urban legend.
I don’t believe any of it.”
    “You should believe in it. The
United States Government believes in it. They’re looking for the dynamite stick
as we speak.”
    “So, you’re attempting to thwart
the efforts of the United States Government? Is that who shot you? Or did you
mix up your story again and forget you told me it was a boyfriend who tried to
kill you tonight?”
    “Ex-boyfriend,” I corrected him,
“but I’m still not sure how he got tangled up in this. The last time I saw him
he was a first-year history major. We were just a couple of love-struck
teenagers taking goofy shots at the photo booth in the mall. But of course,
that was before the November Hit.”
    “I’m pretty sure everything you’ve
told me so far makes you a criminal.”
    “I guess it does.”
    “If your story is true, that means
I would have to report you to the police.” He walked to the sink and began
sterilizing all the instruments he had just used. “Lucky for both of us, I can
recognize when it’s just the painkillers talking.”
    “Well, you’re never going to see me
again, so it doesn’t matter.”
    “But now that I know about the
existence of this so-called dynamite stick, doesn’t that mean I have to worry
about people shooting at me too?”
    “No. You’re just a boring doctor.”
    “I guess that means you finally
believe me about really being a doctor.”   
    I rubbed at the tape crossed over
my hands. “You did a pretty good job on me. I guess that counts for something
towards your credibility.”
    He smiled and I smiled back, and
our eyes caught each other’s and then we seemed to be trapped in an awkward
stare until the doctor finally looked away, as though he was caught doing
something perverse. I recognized what it was. He was looking at me like I was
beautiful.  
    “Alright, Alice, we’re almost
done,” he said. “There are just a few more basic tests I have to do before I
can give you a clean