It is a simple thing to assume an identity, and takes little more effort to destroy that identity altogether. The digital age has given the stealers and manipulators tools to erase and alter whole lives, to change realities and redefine that reality completely. The seed planted in the digital world grows into an impossibly deep forest in the media. Reality, after all, is a perspective; fascistic by construction and wholly democratic by weight. A man alone is hardly a counterbalance to that democracy of perspectives.
It was only too simple for Angelo to begin a new identity for Jack. He constructed a Facebook page, twitter and an email account already populated with messages from invented acquaintances and a conjured female tryst. It wouldn’t be enough to create a new persona, a new image of Jack Murphy. It wasn’t like running two trains on parallel tracks, wondering which might race ahead of the other. The old Jack, the reality of what was once Jack would have to be eradicated for the new one to become reality. And ruining a reputation was only part of the task. Angelo would have to destroy Jack Murphy completely.
All the information was out there for the taking. What couldn’t be harvested from the internet, which wasn’t much, could be lifted from the mailbox and trash. Jack and Eva worked days, leaving a wealth of information unguarded. We are the weight of the information we generate, and the trust imbued upon the world with that weight. All that Angelo had to do was change the weight and then begin to replace it to forge a reality of his design. The rest would follow. The world would perceive a new Jack Murphy, one reconstructed and reinvented completely.
There was so much more that simply destroying the man. Angelo would play a part as protector and friend as well as Judas. In eighteen days the name Jack Murphy would be etched infamously and permanently upon the American consciousness, alongside Lee Harvey Oswald and James Earl Ray.
Angelo’s finger hovered over the enter key. A man’s life and existence, the fate of a nation remained suspended in that instant. Angelo hesitated longer than he might have expected. But what was one man’s life to another, when a life could be measured in Dollars and Cents? That Angelo had already considered that equation revealed everything about him as a man, and revealed everything about those whom had hired him.
His finger fell upon the key. It was done. The stage had been set. Jack Murphy was a marked man, only he didn’t know it yet. That was soon to change.