The Fifth Estate Page #2

Excuse me.

Two people...

and a secret.

The beginning of any conspiracy

and of all corruption.

Otto...

- Otto, what is he doing?

- And as it grows...

...more lies, deceits.

More people...

and more secrets.

But...

if we can find one moral man...

one whistleblower...

Someone willing to expose

all these secrets.

That man could topple the most

repressive of regimes.

What the hell?

Otto, my talk is in 10 minutes!

And there's the problem.

He just ruined

my entire presentation!

Retribution.

Whistleblowers are

afraid to come forward

because they fear retribution.

But what if we could

remove that fear?

Twenty years ago,

I bought my first modem

and joined a legion.

Cypherpunks, fighting

for freedom, for privacy...

for the right to remain

concealed in clouds of code.

Today's hackers

take it for granted,

but they surf the Internet...

because of the programs

we created to hide data...

to... to hide our identities.

Even then,

I knew this technology...

could hold the key to a whole

new form of social justice.

Hundreds of volunteers work

on the documents we are sent.

But we've honed

our technology...

to a point that

even I don't know

the identity of our sources.

And if the whistleblower's

identity is secret...

then he has nothing to fear.

As Oscar Wilde said...

"Give a man a mask, and

he will tell you the truth."

Sorry, it's going to be

a few minutes.

We had some

technical difficulties.

Good talk, huh?

You think so?

People anonymously

sharing secrets...

I mean, isn't that why

we tore down the Wall?

Believe me, no one

is interested in your secrets.

Yours, on the other hand...

It was great. It's a shame

the turnout wasn't better.

One convert at a time.

By the way, I can soup up

the graphics if you want.

What's wrong with

the ones I've got?

Nothing.

I'm sure they would have

blown people away in the '80s.

Hey...

do you want to check out

the talk on microcontrollers?

The guy who invented TV-B-Gone

is speaking.

It's a remote. You walk

into a bar and turn off...

all the TVs.

Don't you get bored

spending your time

with all these wankers?

Building antennae

out of Pringles packets...

reading Neuromancer

and playing Call of Cthulhu.

What a waste!

Capable generous men,

men of purpose.

That's what the world needs.

All this?

It's not what we fought for.

Sh*t. Come on.

Hurry up, Daniel.

- Where are we going?

- To church.

A government

destroyed by tyranny...

rebuilt under a glass dome

so the whole world

could look in.

There's an ideal to aspire to.

Just look at it, Daniel.

Risen from the ashes.

A whole city,

once ruled by fascists,

now overrun by artists,

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