InterceptsIntercepts7 years ago in Short Story More Like This
"Don't do it, brother," said Luc, popping the last chip into his mouth.
"Come on," Jean protested. As if in cue, the warning 'Insecure Area', which was traveling back and forth along the length of the cafeteria table, slid between them. "Come on," Jean repeated, softer. "What harm could it do?"
Luc cocked his head. "You want a list?"
"Look, she hasn't even done anything," said Jean. "The only reason she's on the array is because of automatic traffic analysis, and she's only a Class IV anyw-"
"Whoa, brother," Luc cut him off. "I don't want to know, and believe me, you don't want me to either. You're on your