Secrets and darkness existed everywhere; the only difference was how much. No place was entirely free of sin. As long as people still harbored desires, that darkness would never disappear. Desire created needs, needs created markets, and wherever a market grew large enough, capital would naturally get involved.
Sex dolls were one link in that chain. If you were attractive enough and lacked powerful backing, you could walk down a Federation street without knowing whether someone had set their sights on you. Your safety depended on their employer and your connections.
A little backing would not make them afraid of you. On the contrary, it made you worth more. If your connections happened to excite the people behind them, your price would only rise. Perhaps those connections would frantically search for you, but so what? No one would search for someone who had already vanished from the Federation.
Even if they poured enormous effort into the search, the best-case scenario was finding you two or three months later. By then, the abducted victim would already have become a sex doll in a bar.
"Everyone, there's no need to doubt the authenticity of these files. I didn't obtain them through a transaction. I used methods that couldn't stand the light of day myself. You're free to doubt whether these files are genuine, and you can throw them straight into the trash. But don't you really want to see just how dark the Federation you live in truly is?"
Jonas's voice was like a devil whispering temptation into people's hearts, coaxing them into signing a pact with him.
He had not hacked the entire Federation's communications system. He had chosen his targets, focusing on those most likely to cause trouble for the Federation: the media, employees dissatisfied with capitalists, and people who