Prologue

Ms. Hotbody's Unit, New Millennium Condominiums, New York City

Ms. Hotbody

The pure white man with the golden hair and dazzling smile strode to the podium as his people cheered him.

He was going to win. He was going to be President.

It made me sick, because I knew what he was.

I focused away from the display, onto the message on my HUD.

To: whampton@hampton2048.com
From: me@mshotbody.com
Subject: Congratulations on your victory

I will see you pay for what you did to me if it's the last thing I do before I die.

My cursor hovered over the "Send" button. The first thing my Managing Your Online Persona class taught me was "Before you hit that submit button, think it through. Ask yourself, 'If I do this, what then?'"

I blinked. The message blinked out with a whoosh, replaced by a green check mark.

Yes, what then?

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