If it was hard to talk to the military, then calling the CIA was a real hurdle. A month ago, I’d accepted that they needed to know about someone trying to break into their computers. I’d done my duty. Now, should I tell them that it’s a foreigner? But once again, they seemed like the right people to call. I could understand the nodes, and networks, but espionage … well, they don’t teach you that stuff in grad school. Surely my friends among Berkeley’s flourishing left wing would tell me I’d be co-opted by the State. But I didn’t exactly feel like a tool of the ruling class, unless imperialist
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