Chapter 9

Mat was still in the studio after his great talk show. He was waiting for Lucas who promised to meet him and answer some of Mat's questions. The staff of the studio was friendly enough to give Mat an empty guest room that had not only a comfortable sofa but also a snack bar and Soda machine.

Of course, Mat felt after the talk like an enormous weight was lifted from his chest. It was faster than he expected and felt like his nervousness wasn't as visible as he feared. He ended a call with his family a few minutes ago and now was chatting with his friends who were still shocked that he was actually telling the truth.

"Mat?" Lucas knocked and opened the door.

"Come in!" Mat said with a smile and Lucas closed the door behind himself.

"What?" Mat felt a strange mood coming from the man.

"What was that? Do you think that sarcasm was not obvious? We had to cut the show short!"

"Wha-..."

"I understand your frustration but I told you not to do anything during the talk and just answer the questions honestly! I.."

"Excuse me! I think I did exactly that!" Mat said annoyed and Lucas smirked.

"At least you did not say anything positive about the Pirates!"

"Yeah about that, what the hell was that? About me dealing with them?"

"Oh my! It is in the secondary documents!"

"There are thousands of fucking pages! Do you expect me to remember everything? I didn't even read it all!"

"That is your responsibility, not my!"

"I am your responsibility or those 300k credits is just a donation to the government?"

"Watch your mouth, kid!"

"I call you to help me! Tell me about the Pirates!"

"Yes! If you will be self-governed you might untie yourself from the government, but not only from its overwatch but also from the military. Pirates would have power over you. Only some bigger societies managed to be self-govern!"

"Like the Molo company?"

"Exactly, did it calm you down?"

"Yes,"

"Now listen, because of that outburst and the less than adequate representation of the lottery I will have to be forced to put a watch on your WW. It is also obvious you contacted your friends before the talk show, even though we were against that,"

"So you want to hack my WW because I was sarcastic during an interview? Also, I don't have to listen to your advice, I am glad I didn't,"

"Not only you were sarcastic, but you have also looked like you were in pain every time you had to think about the planet! Also! You had time to prepare for the basics of the basic question of what to do with the planet and instead of answering you deflect it on the host?"

"He also didn't know!"

"He didn't win a planet!"

"What the fuck you want from me! It's not my fault your goddamn system is stupid and broken! You force me in a corner and wonder why I don't like it! I cannot sell the damn thing, cannot give it away, cannot get a loan from you to pay you! For stuff, I won!"

"It was written in the lottery you have to pay 5%, you should have read it!"

"How about the fact I cannot sell it!"

"Not my idea, but If you want to deal with this, you shouldn't underestimate the government's ability to be petty. Just...please listen," Lucas massaged his brow and for a second the room was filled with silence.

"Don't deflect it on the government, If you care so much, then help me!" Mat said already red with anger.

"I cannot work like this, call me...better yet, write me If you need something," Lucas said and simply left.

"Fuck you!!!" yelled Mat after a few minutes, making sure Lucas was already gone. He took his jacket and stumped from the building without saying a word to anyone.

Nobody was home, but he invited all his school friends to celebrate with him at home before going for a drink. Preparing the food and drinks kept him busy but as always reality stroke him in the moment of peace.

Your WW has been added to the list of Watched WW. Now the government will record your GPS and internet presence into an encrypted database. If somebody will present a case of your criminal activity, the data will be used in court.

"Fuck the government!"