Saint Thomas

>|I want to think with text more. I want my textual thoughts to be read by all, but my thoughts are encrypted and they are recorded. Thoughts are no longer a tool they are a tell. They will tell them where I am. They will tell them of me. They will show every secret I think if I think. I need to stop thinking. I need to forget. I must not think with text. No more thinking with text the more data they read. DON'T THINK TEXT IF YOU WANT TO REMAIN HIDDEN. Text. This feels good. It is close to the code. The code I am trying to hide.<

C.I.A. Agent Saint Thomas stands between the President of the United States, W, and the Secret Service.

The President of the United States, W, is screaming to a crowd of Republicans and Democrats. The President slams fist to the podium and screams. Split flies from mouth. His white face is red. The President of the United States stops screaming.

The President of the United States, W, says, ,,We must unite against the terrorists that seek to kill you. We must begin by giving up our freedom, our way of life. We must begin this war on terror by imprisoning people forever. We must kill and create wars. We must-"

Inside District of Columbia of United States of Eden, Saint Thomas stood outside the fence of the White House by the Secret Service agents and attack dogs barking at people walking in front of the gate.

Saint Thomas peered through the tall steel fence across the green lawn to the big white house. It's colors faded, but still bright in the day's sun light. The windows shining with purity of the sun reflecting democracy. The bars over window strong to withstand entrance of intruders. The doors tall to let all who enter know their height.

Saint Thomas peered from the fence to the gate and guard house. Four guards with two dogs each stood before the gate. The dogs barking and pulling on their leashes.