You’ve just spent five weeks in limbo, stateless, living in the interzone of an airport terminal.

Your rival for Technomad Citizen#1 was under “house arrest” in the country estate of a sympathetic aristocrat.

Fleeing the might of the Empire, he’s now residing in the diplomatic safe zone of a South American embassy, from which he conspired to break you out of Hong Kong with the power of the network and the voodoo magic of temporary papers he conjured up with his host, hacking Authority.

You’ve been granted a solar year of asylum in the bounds of the Russian Federation, formerly trading as the Evil Empire ™. Anna Chapman has already proposed to you. You can regroup at an undisclosed location of your choice. You literally left paradise when you began this journey. You are a massive geek, and are well aware that it would be an easier and less perilous to take a rocket to the ISS, than travel anywhere else on Earth.

Maybe you make this your temporary base of Bond Villain operations.

(You definitely aren’t still part of the Company. This isn’t a massive psyops action.)

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