Ted has all kinds of friends everywhere, even inside the NSA. Long ago this agency openly announced their goal to have a complete dossier on every man, woman, and child in the United States. Common sense dictates that there is no way to achieve this legally. Of course, government agencies are above the law, so as long as the funding holds out, they will do whatever they damned well please.

Ted is having lunch with the NSA friend, a Libertarian Nationalist, Ebon Roby, who he knew at UCLA. Ted has an idea,

“I need your help to do something that will make a record of every destination surveilled from within the Utah installation, and by whom, for one week. Then a mass Emailing, name specific, to each individual monitored, whenever possible to their outside personal Email address, with a recap of their activity listed in sequence. Also a note, something to this effect,”

Liberty loving Americans can spy too. Unless you are bullet proof, be totally honorable from here on. Stick to probable cause candidates on actual matters of national security only, or plan your funeral.”

What say? Can do?”

Ebon frowns,

“Jeesus, Ted. Who do you think I am, Superman?”

‘Can’t be done? I don’t need content, just a list. Is there anything already in place that can be tapped into? They must keep some record. Without any overview, certain of these monkeys could be doing heavy shit of their own, maybe contrary to agency agenda?”

Ebon looks thoughtful,

“Sure, there is always stuff like that, but I wouldn’t be able get what you need without killing two or three people, even if I knew where and who, which I don’t.”

Now Ted looks thoughtful. He and Ebon finish their lunch, and hit an upscale strip joint for two hours of high quality nude college girl review.

November 8, 2029

Ted has reconnected with another Libertarian college friend, Boling Rutherford, who works at NASA. It was recently discovered that asteroid trajectory can be altered with magnetism, by juxtaposing two satellites as electrodes when the asteroid passes in between. The orbit timetables of the satellites equipped with electromagnets, will allow the first window of do-ability on this sixty eight days from now.

“Perfecto by Levidico!”

exclaims Rutherford looking at his phone calendar and continues,

 “January 14, 2030 is a normal work day for me and 12:11 is on my lunch break. This is heavy shit we are into here. I hate to do anything with unknown collateral damage numbers, but everybody knows the NSA is mostly subverted, and people have choices. “

8:34 P.M.

Ted calls Ebon Roby and convinces him to be out sick with Montezuma’s Revenge on the target date, also to somehow convince other good people he knows at work to do the same.