I was going to say things couldn’t be as bad as that, but I could see from her face that it was.
She jerked her head. “Come.”
No breakfast, then.
I wanted to remind her—damn, I was hungry—but clearly, saving the world had a higher priority than eating.
I followed her into the room next door where I had been once before, a few weeks ago, when she had shown me the parts of the Earth where the Exchange was losing coverage and control. Back then, it had been quiet in the room. Now, it was full of people, seated at rows of tables with readers and other equipment. Many of them looked up when we came in.
“What’s going on here?”
“This is where the referendum will be won—or lost.”
“But no one has started voting.”
“No, but the enemies of freedom are attempting to black out as much of the wor
