Chapter 69

Lennon’s father was a naive fool.

“I’m not giving them the technology either. But to be fair, they also haven’t sent someone to try to drown me in my own swimming pool. Or to try to drag me up to New Hampshire for a creepy unscheduled flight. So while yeah, you make a great point about the NSA not being a great choice to have this stuff either, you’re encouraging me not to give it to anyone.” Something in Lennon’s stomach twisted.

The bullet was supposed to make war safer, not help dictators and authoritarians tighten their grip. Lennon had never wanted to make things easier for them. He should have thought things through more carefully. He should have hired someone with the necessary background, someone who could look at his ideas and come up with the most vile use for them that anyone could conceive of.