SecondUniverse (she/her/they) on Nostr: After months of careful exchanges, the whistleblower agreed to meet me in a park. I ...

After months of careful exchanges, the whistleblower agreed to meet me in a park.

I was sitting on a bench wearing the pre-arranged distinctive green top, facing the ducks. On the far side of the lake, distant trees were grey with lingering mist.

A woman sat next to me. She seemed nervous.

"What's the time," she said, forgetting to make it sound like a question.

"Later than you think," I replied as we had agreed.

The ducks' chatter filled the silence.

Then she turned to me and said "The datacenters--".

She had gone silent. Her mouth was moving but there was no sound.

I looked at her lips, trying to lip-read. Her face pixelated.

She reached into her bag and pulled out something. What was it? A thumb drive?

I'll never know. It took me a moment to realize she had disappeared. Just deleted.

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