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23 May, 2012

Day 23. Here it is.


The President smiled and run a finger along the arm of his leather chair. He felt at home in this chair in front of the bookcase, with a view of the gardens outside. He always liked to be interviewed in this same seat at times of great national importance. The announcement of the privatisation of the NHS back when in 2018 when he was still Prime Minister. The launch of the Citizen Freedom drive to catalogue the DNA of the population. His first interview after winning the inaugural UK Presidency election in 2025. And today, with his party retaining parliamentary power in the first paperless General Election, he chose to be interviewed in that same brown leather seat.

Yes, he agreed, he was proud that his party had kept, indeed had increased, its majority in the Primary House. He had not been as surprised as the interviewer and many commentators that the public had chosen to back him, he understood the ordinary person in the street, knew that their priorities were safe streets and money in their pockets. That was why his flagship policy of Government tracking of public movement through the GPS in their Mobilecomms proved to be the vote-winner, and the opinion polls claiming general opposition to it were flawed. The public were grateful for the assistance is gave to the Security Department, and the funds raised from the private tenders to run the system would help to fund a tax cut for the ordinary, hard-working, law-abiding family. And of course, he laughed, barely thinking it necessary to point this out, it would now be so much easier to tell who was abiding by the law.

And he was proud that the UK had led the world with the first ever paperless, online General Election. The smattering of unexpected results, of vote swings larger or smaller than anticipated, were clear evidence that a one-hundred-percent computer-driven election gave a much more reliable result than overworked council volunteers counting voting slips at three in the morning. Or the extrapolated results of opinion polls based on a few hundred voters being asked leading questions by biased pollsters with poorly hidden agendas. It was no coincidence that the majority of surprising results favoured his party, it merely underlined how he felt the pulse of the nation. He looked forward to the next five years. With his party in control of the two elected houses, a true social revolution could begin, the public were embracing the technology that they had once feared, they were realising that it could be made to work for them.

A member of government staff watched the edited interview on his Mobilecomm later that night. A programmer who had worked on the design of the electoral servers, who knew the truth about how the voting figures were collated. Who knew how they could be manipulated, within acceptable and apparently innocent margins of error.

He walked the two miles to the home of a trusted friend. A trusted journalist friend.

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