Foreign Intelligence

[hextraterrestrial]

He could stare down a T-Rex in sharkskin boots and make it whimper but leave it to an eleven year old girl and Fred’s train of thought was completely derailed.

He’d been mulling over some diagrams on diodes and multiplicity when her voice cracked the silence.

“What are you? Like 40? Nice board, loser!”

Fred looked up with a start only to see a bean pole of a kid with short brown hair holding up her cell phone taking a picture of him. She snickered as she walked away chatting to whoever was on the other line. Fred's brow cinched as he did a quick inventory of himself. He was sitting in the park with his laptop and notes spread out across his lap and the bench. His shirt was far too small and had a cigarette burn in the middle. He had on shoes but no socks and a pair of worn shorts. His trusty skateboard was at his side. He wanted to retort and berate the young lass for being so rude but he knew that if he were to say anything in that moment, it would have been detrimental to her psyche. As she walked away he tried to let it go. Yet for some reason the fury kept building. How is it that a child could get under his skin like that? Because it was the truth? Or because it came from an “innocent” child, who not knowing any better seemed to know all too well? It took Fred hours to settle down from such a seemingly petty thing.

By nightfall, Fred was back at it. He had put some distance between himself and KT and had been working from a remote and undisclosed garage (not that KT didn’t know where he was), at least it seemed more private. The summer’s heat spared no mercy as he plugged away, day after day, slowly sewing threads of unrelated material into complex arrangements of interrelationship.

Much had transpired since 2017 and Fred was still ascertaining the extent of it all. Much of his recent experience had involved several surprise tests and procedures with which Fred was growing more and more agitated. Contrary to recent and somewhat popular belief, Fred was not aligned to the Communists Chinese, nor to the Russians. And as far as “The Reds” were concerned, Fred had made his discontent of their presence rather clear by blaring the theme music of Tetris for 4 hours and 20 minutes over the American military networks. The vestiges of Socialism and Communism were a hot-button topic and Fred had made a valiant effort to smash the shit out of that button.

Besides, what hacker doesn’t like trolling the military for valid reasons?

Fred viewed himself as a sovereign soul on earth first, and as an American Patriot second; so any valuable information is just that (information), not an ideological, cultural or political alignment. The information is neutral in its disposition, knowing no borders, colors or truce. It just is. Fred was becoming impatient with how others seemed to tag a nationality to his insights or contributions. If he wanted to, Fred could play that game too and point to everyone in America and call them Chinese Insurgents for using Chinese made products. Especially when considering who makes the chips for the cell phones and storage devices.

You all know better. All these device have backdoor access designed into them. Would you rather Americans collect all that data, or would you see all your pertinents get encrypted and sent off to a foreign country? You wonder why the Russians have been in the news for years now? Collusion or not, on average they program better than we do. Maybe not in scale, but definitely in talent. In fact, America’s education system is in such disarray right now that all our top companies have to recruit foreign talent. You know what that means, right?

While people have been pointing to Fred’s curious nature as a potential compromise, the real threat is growing in our own backyard. All your big name technology firms are being filled by foreign “talent”, meaning that your American way of life is in very real danger of being outsourced to the lowest bidder.

Unless things change soon, your companies and indeed your very government will be replaced by foreigners who had no real interest in your country, only the exurbanite salaries that such “talent” procures. As far a Fred was concerned, this was an issue of “Foreign & Domestic” wrapped into a single ball.

This will become the same type of issue that NASA and JPL became after Operation Paperclip - unless corrected in the coming generations.

I wonder what the burger joints and slaughterhouses will do once the cow is deemed sacred?