A conundrum

So, I mentioned something (possibly classified) in another post, just because it was part of the conversation, and it got me thinking.

How the hell does one define loyalty in this situation?

Hear me out...

I was living with someone in intelligence, and a dirty one at that. When I hit 18, they set me up in a dorm, posed me as an incoming freshman, drugged the living fuck out of me until I thought I was 8 years old, and then hand-guided me through signing the papers in a recruitment setup for a DoD contract that not one person I knew on campus was insane enough to sign for. She was right there with me in the office for every page and every signature.

That night she stole my bankbook. In retrospect, I think she may have been running an identity theft scam on me and a scam on the contractor - collecting the money from them in my name. Since she was working with them, she could probably cover for my workload and get an extra paycheck. That's just a theory, though, although it fits with her general behavior.

I never received any money that I knew about, couldn't remember enough details about the signing to know which HR office to go to and argue it, and wasn't sure if I was just nuts, anyway. The after effects of those drugs aren't exactly nice. They leave you with mental whiplash.

So, I went about my life.

Occasionally, things would happen that make me wonder, like I was brought in for a reading of a several hundred page manual on protocol for research within classified protocol (it was a double whammy, essentially you wear two hats - first you are company and tow their line and keep all secrets, then you are a researcher and do what you can get done within that first structure). I didn't know why I was there so I just smiled and nodded my way through and hoped they wouldn't stick me in some military prison.

Another time, someone found me in town, brought me to a military bunker, and they gave both of us directions on what we needed to do in town, as if I worked for them. Again, I smiled and nodded and prayed I wasn't going to end up in prison.

There were a lot of these moments over the years, which is where a lot of my knowledge comes from that makes me stop and wonder - Is this classified? Should I be sharing this? Am I still "employed" legally speaking or was this just how life in America goes on some days?

Then the notary showed up. At my doorstep. At three in the morning. With her.

I hadn't been to sleep yet. i'd been up trying to write a 5,000-word eBook that was due to a client the next day (I'm a massive procrastinator).

I was lucid but not entirely by the time we sat down together in the living room, like someone had half roofied me. They had me sign papers. I did. I have no idea what they were. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say she was still collecting that fake pay check and needed my signature on something, but that's just a guess.

But, if you're still reading...

Here's the conundrum.

The signing of those papers isn't legally binding. Name one court in this world that says you can drug the living fuck out of someone, have them sign a contract, have them complete work, and someone else receives the pay. that's both fraud and slavery, among other things. And the DoD contractor, as the hiring office, should have been responsible enough to notice the con or at least drug test me and fire me.

So, I have all of this information - some of which may or may not be classified - what is stopping me from sharing it? I have no legal obligation to keep it secret.

This isn't a threat. Hell, I've already shared most of it.

But the question is, where should my loyalty be?

To a country that can't see slavery and fraud under its own nose?

To a modern slave-owner?

To "the people" - whatever the hell that even means these days?

Do I do more harm than good when I speak? And if I should care, who am I caring about, exactly?

Last Edited by TlvmmCpoft on 10/13/2019 02:58 PM