Food For Thought

That night, as Alice headed outside for her break, Sarah logged into the O-BAD console. Her own password would not work but she had watched as Alice signed in the night before. If she was quick, she stood a chance.
Ernest was in bed but not asleep, staring blankly at the ceiling. Sarah keyed in a command - his bedside radio switched on.
"I know that's you," he said morosely over the crackling static as it flicked through the stations. "Are you having a good time?"
"Listen to me," Sarah whispered, looking over her shoulder at the door, as if she could see anyone before the came through it. Hearing her voice Ernest's eyes widened - he had not expected this. "You're right. About everything. We must meet."
"Who are you?"
His voice was shaking. Sarah smiled.
"A friend. Be outside 31 Elston Street at this time tomorrow night or forget I ever spoke. Say no more now."
"Elston Street? Why?"
Sarah resisted the urge to reply, to tell him everything, to tell him she was going to help because what the government was doing was wrong. But instead she sat back, and signed out of the O-BAD console, and returned to her own desk to watch as Ernest tossed and turned and did not sleep for a long time.