There Is No Cloud

Cameron reached into her inside jacket pocket and pulled out just the front page of Sunday’s New York Post. With the heading, she’d seen and handed it to him.

“Wow, Matt Rodriquez is dead. That’s crazy, but it still doesn’t explain your level of paranoia.” 

“He was murdered, Casey, and I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but what if it has something to do with that extra chip? The way I see it there are two options here. One, it’s an isolated thing. Some PI put it in there to catch a cheating spouse or something. No big deal, right? But what if it’s not? How many calls do you get a day about the HomeTech Hubs not integrating into the system? What if the ones that don’t work with SmartTech are all units with this extra piece in it, which means it’s much more widespread?”

She stopped pacing and stubbed out her cigarette and immediately lit another one sitting down across from him at the table.

“I feel like those three conspiracy nuts from the X-files, but, Casey, these things have a lot of info in them. You could do some serious damage if you had an all-access pass to people’s technology. Seriously, think about it for a second. What couldn’t you do with this?”

He sat for a minute, smoking and thinking before he replied.

“The Lone Gunmen.”

“What?”

“From the X-files, that’s who you mean, The Lone Gunmen.”

“No, there were three of them,” she said slowly as if talking to a child.

“Yeah, The Lone Gunmen” he insisted.

Frustrated she stood up and began pacing again. “Whatever, we’ve suddenly stumbled into the weirdest version of “Who’s on First” ever. Speculation is meaningless. Believe me, I’ve almost driven myself insane this weekend with what ifs. We can’t do anything until we know what it does. Can you find out?