The circuits booby-trapping the nanostim neuraplant blinked off. Fred eased back in the chair. A cheer went up behind him as he sighed and closed his eyes.
Along with the secucoded circuits, the implant shut off, its switch accessible now that Fred had disabled the encryption.
The young man, a Chin-genotype mutaclone of the linguist-enhanced line of languaclones, opened his eyes and sat up, looking around the room as if seeing reality for the first time. “I"m…free.” He said in the Lonja dialect, and then repeated it in Ukraine. He looked at Fred. “You freed me.”
Fred smiled. He"d almost lost him, the security measures built into the neuraplant far more extensive for languaclones than other genotypes. Mostly as a means to insure such clones weren"t compromised or co-opted by other govern
