dream.20261027: raided
¶ by Rob FrieselYou’re with Cory Doctorow in an office in — New York? London? A Silo-style underground facsimile of either? The two of you were going to get lunch (shawarma) when the call comes through. Government agents are coming to the office to shut it down — possibly also to arrest you. This should be terrifying but you’ve prepared for this, expected this. Within seconds you’re both working: leaking files onto the web, sending folders overflowing with documents out into the streets in the arms of comrades. They’ll be here any minute. Some of your comrades are already forming the line that they know the agents will demand of them — not out of submission, but as a way of blocking the entrance through malicious compliance — to buy you both more time. It seems to work. The building is surrounded by the agents can’t find a way in. You ascend to the roof.




