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God Mode - Part Six

What to do with unlimited power…

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J. Kevin Tumlinson
Sep 29, 2023
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I’m still traveling, which has made things challenging. All those hours on planes can be pretty exhausting. And I know, everyone talks about the idea of writing while flying. But sometimes you just have to take a nap instead!

Right now I’m in Park City, Utah, for a family wedding. It’s amazing here. Gorgeous. I already know we’ll be coming back.

But just because I’m sitting amidst all of this natural beauty doesn’t mean I can let this week’s installment slide. So I present to you part six of God Mode. And things just heated up. So I can’t wait to hear what you think!

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Just days ago, doing this would have been a lot of work, and would have come with a lot more risk. But today, with God Mode active and the whole of Stack open to him like a book, Brate found it was all too easy.

The mark was a government official. He’d been on Levelate’s radar for a while, but always tantalizingly out of reach for even Brate’s abilities. The patch was built specifically with this guy in mind, though. Levelate had poured a ton of crypto into Brate’s account to fund the patch’s development, specifically to increase the odds of being able to crack this guy’s private files.

Brate wasn’t entirely sure what the man’s title was. He was tied to the cooperative world government, that was all he knew.

But he was also high up on Levelate’s wish list, and getting some dirt on the guy would buy Brate a lot of time.

Brate started with having Stack locate the man’s private node.

“Gerald Miller,” Stack said.

The avatar and Brate were both standing in a representation of a palatial estate, overhanging a virtual landscape that looked like a beach in Malibu. There were no physical real estate restrictions in Stack, so standing on the balcony and looking outward Brate saw that the entire landscape was pristine and empty of any other home. The waves crashed against the shore, and the cliffs stretched on forever. Such an estate as this would be impossible to own in the outside world—there was no place left on Earth with so much structure-free real estate. And anything that even came close would cost more crypto than Brate could even imagine existing. The world was no longer this open.

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