“Argh! I hate mornings,” Freeman said as he fumbled for his alarm clock.

Freeman Johnson looked around his room with blurry eyes. Daylight shone through the window.

Crap, I’m going to be late—again!

A moment later, his red phone, the one he used as his special hacker hotline, buzzed on his nightstand.

I’d better take this!

“Good morning, Freeman, I hope I didn’t wake you,” a female voice said.

“I’m awake,” Freeman said.

“I have seas devoid of water, coasts without a grain of sand, towns without a soul, and mountains without land. What am I?” Dahlia said.

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It’s way too early for this shit! I hate riddles, and I woke up too late to check the daily drop. But it shouldn’t be that difficult to figure out, Freeman thought.

Freeman rubbed his eyes as he thought of the answer.

“A map?” Freeman said.

“Correct. It took you long enough. I need a status on the files,” Dahlia said.

“The honey tokens are in place,” Freeman said.

“What is that?” Dahlia asked.

“You can think of them as bait. I created some documents entitled ‘cyborg construction’ and ‘enhanced human potential,’ which will attract the interest of the people you are targeting.”

“How do I know who is assessing these files?”

“I’ll provide a daily report, it’s all part of the service you paid me for,” Freeman explained.

“Will your report include the physical location of the person accessing these files?”

“It can, but I will need to change the script if you want to include that. That will be extra.”

“I want as much actionable information as you can give me.”

“Don’t worry, you will have a full dossier on anyone accessing those files.”

“Very well, how do you want to receive your payment?”

“Digibit is fine.”