21 days in May: an Occupy novella, part 4

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.

About 900poundgorilla

W.C. Turck is a Chicago playwright and the author of four widely acclaimed books.His latest is "The Last Man," a prophetic novel of a world ruled by a single corporation. His first novel, "Broken: One Soldier's Unexpected Journey Home," was reccommended by the National Association of Mental Health Institutes. His 2009 Memoir, "Everything for Love" chronicled the genocide in Bosnia and the siege of Sarajevo. His third book "Burn Down the Sky" is published exclusively on Amazon Kindle. It was in Sarajevo at the height of the siege where he met and married his wife, writer and Artist Ana Turck. FOX NEWS, ABC, CBS News, the Chicago Tribune and The Joliet Herald covered their reunion after the war. He helped organized relief into Rwanda during the 1994 genocide. Turck has been a guest on WMAQ-TV, WLS in Chicago, WCPT, WBBM radio, National Public Radio, Best Of the Left and the Thom Hartmann show. He has spoken frequently on Human Rights, Genocide and Nationalism. In 2011, his play in support of the Occupy Movement, "Occupy My Heart-a revolutionary Christmas Carol" recieved national media attention and filled theaters to capacity across Chicago. He remains an activist to the cause of human rights and international peace. View all posts by 900poundgorilla

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