.2101, February 14th.
Festivals are one of the symbols of human depravity. We need to set aside a few special days in a year to remind ourselves to do things that we can do in ordinary times, but pretend to be meaningful.
Every holiday is basically composed of lies and tragedy; adults lie to children, saying that there is a fat old man driving a flying sleigh in the world who will bring you gifts; men lie to women, I will only love you in my life. One; women lie to men, what I love is your person, it has nothing to do with money; Thanksgiving gives you a reason to be ungrateful for a whole year; Spring Festival gives you a reason not to go home for a whole year; very Festivals evolved from religious and folk traditions basically commemorate the death of a certain person or a group of people. Why should we commemorate them? Because they are heroes of the times, their sacrifices have changed some things and even brought tangible benefits to us today.
So, ultimately, it's a different kind of deal. Roses, firecrackers, pretending to be ghosts, being a good boy, etc. On the right day, the goal is to have sex, get rich, candies, and gifts. Of course, if you are unlucky, you may also get a good guy card, a ticket, pedophilia, and domestic violence.
Today is the first Valentine's Day in the 22nd century. In the afternoon, a young man walked in at an ordinary Internet cafe in Chicago.
He is about twenty years old, has brown hair, is Caucasian, and looks nothing special. After entering the room, his eyes quickly fell on a young man of similar age to himself, and then he walked straight over.
"Hello, my name is DeWitt." The brown-haired young man sat on the sofa next to the man and said hello.
The young man sitting there drinking coffee online wore a pair of glasses. He looked quite elegant and Asian. He had short black hair and a fair face. He looked like a nerd.
The bespectacled young man replied out of politeness: "Well... hello, you can call me Mike."
"Don't be nervous, boy, this is not a pick-up, I'm straight, you don't need to show that expression." DeWitt said: "Sonny told me that I can find you here to provide some 'technical support' .”
Mike looked at DeWitt suspiciously: "Which Sonny?"
DeWitt replied: "Sonny Lucchese."
Mike said: "I've met him a few times, but I don't know him very well. Who are you?" Even an amateur gang member could tell that he was obviously lying.
"I told you, my name is DeWitt."
"There is no one like you in the Lucchese family."
"Because I just started working with them this morning, you can think of me as a 'consultant' providing some kind of consultation," DeWitt said.
Mike's expression changed slightly: "Wait... ha..." He seemed a little disbelieving, so he smiled: "You said you are a 'consultant'?" He repeated the question in an emphasis tone; "You walked up to me and did Introduce yourself and tell me, are you the 'consultant'?"
DeWitt seemed very calm: "So, you have heard of this name."
"Have you heard of it?" Mike was a little excited: "The consultant is a legend on the Internet. Since his first appearance three years ago, countless stories about him have been circulated. At this stage, there are so many stories that it is difficult to tell the truth from the false. Some people say He has been arrested, and some people say that he is a fictional character that does not exist at all. A group of people from my previous university even established a fan club for him. You are only one or two years older than me at most, how could you be... "
DeWitt interrupted him and said: "Mike Byron is a third-year student at the University of Illinois. His hometown is in Tennessee. In addition to his parents, he also has a sister and two brothers at home. His neighbor's name is Fred, the postman who delivers newspapers to your family. My name is Saturk. My father's used car business is not very prosperous. My sister's boyfriend has been involved in a lawsuit for half a year. My two brothers still have no money to go to college. I think this also explains why you are like this. Young men with great prospects would work for local gangs.”
Mike suddenly became nervous and lowered his voice: "Where did you find these? Are you a cop? hl?"
DeWitt said: "Your school has the most advanced supercomputer research center in the world, backed by huge funds funded by the empire every year, but students' information is easy to get, whether they are in the computer major, science and engineering, or the drama department. Students, from the school's perspective, students' personal information is nothing compared to research data, and garbage has no value of strict protection. I think you who have been in public schools since childhood can understand what I mean."
Mike moved his neck uncomfortably; "Okay, you broke through the third virtual protection system of the University of Illinois, what else do you need me to do? Aren't you already able to hack into more than 90% of the computers in the world? ." He also added with dissatisfaction: "And in my opinion, this ability still does not prove that you are a consultant."
DeWitt said: "I'm going to make a big deal, do you understand? Boy. The Lucchese family still can't trust me. They need me to do a few things to prove my ability. Of course, I can understand this. Whenever When I go to a new city, I always encounter a similar situation. The quality of the employers is different. You have to make these gangsters who carry guns and grenades all day long and do contraband trade believe that there are "easy chairs" in the world. Detectives' kind of things, they would just say: That's bullshit.
Therefore, when facing this kind of customer, I often need to free my brain a little to do things that don't require careful calculation, and what I need to do now is exactly what I need your help. "
Mike is also a smart man. He said directly: "Where is the reward?"
"Boy, if you cooperate with me, you can not only solve all the economic problems, but also get many intangible assets, so I suggest you not to do stupid things like refusing."
Mike considered it for a moment: "Okay, that's it... I can't agree to something just based on your empty words. I want to confirm this with Sonny. If he can be sure that you are not a pawn, I am willing to hear the answer." The plan comes down, and don’t call me kid, even if you are a real advisor.”
DeWitt stood up and said, "I don't need to tell you Sonny's contact information. I'll go outside and smoke a cigarette and wait for you. There's still a lot to do today, so you'd better hurry up."
Seeing him walking away, Mike murmured thoughtfully, "Today... I'm not going to be asked to help the Genovese family with the delivery... I'm really good at picking the day."