Entry Re: Rebecca Hollandsworth
"Ms. Secretary, we've got something."
Rebecca's assistant closed the door behind her and walked into the dark office. Her high heels snapped on the concrete floor, and her skinny figure cast a thin shadow on the nearby wall. Rebecca picked her head up and leered at her assistant.
"We have a hit, but it's much larger than was expected," her assistant said.
"How many?"
"Seventeen initial points of contact that we have identified, and thirty-five from viral transmission."
A virus. No wonder he kept it low key the whole time. Rebecca slammed a fist on her thigh. "Tell the system admins to prime for a complete roll back."
"Yes, ma'am."
Rebecca rose from her desk and walked into the hallway.
"Bring a car," she said. "I'm going to attend to this one personally."
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The Wired Man
Science Fiction-- Previously published in 2013 by KHP books -- Imagine a world where social media is your identity. Every tweet logged, every "like" tracked, and every interaction analyzed and distilled into a singular representation of existence: your social scor...
