I reached down and pulled the small drives out of a pocket and set them down on the table between us. Her eyes rose to mind and as usual I couldn't really tell what she was thinking. I didn't like that.
"I used to work, as an agent for a highly clandestine type of organization if you will. Needless to say I did something that earned me exile to a remote island off the coast of Alaska, where I've been for the last five years alone. I had no knowledge of this Code's takeover of the world, until members of this agency came to visit me. They, like you, want this Code broken and the world restored, as it was before the Code took over, along with all the freedoms and other such nonsense. Anyway they've been unsuccessful in their attempts to break the Code, but they have the resources to do it and to implement a strike back at the people behind the Code itself, which is where you come in. They know you hacked into the Code and that you possess the abilities to break it given the right equipment. However, they thought a plan to rescue you from the city was shear suicide and doomed to failure, which is when they thought of me, the crazy war hound left in the closet to rot. And here I am. I am to take you back to my island, where you will find the equipment and the safety you need to work on and break the Code. You'll be there for up to a year, while the agency collaborates a global strike against the Code. The year off of any serious activity is also supposed to lure the Code people into a false sense of security or something like that. The battle won, the Code and its masters vanquished, everyone's happy and they start manufacturing candy bars again and selling cheap rotgut food at fast food restaurants all over the nation, as everyone tries to put out of their memory how they almost ate great uncle Fred or as the case may be for some, did. Then judging by my own experience of the way politicians work, I'm sure that with so much freedom stealing, regulation will be put into place to make sure something like this never happens again. The weight of those oppressive regulations will in turn ensure that it will happen again, as some bright boy or girl out there gets the entirely unoriginal idea to play God, because they know what's best for everyone, which is just a dark outward delusion best put in that they want everyone to worship and adore cute little evil minded them, even if they have to arrange it at the expense of torture, as they make everyone's lives a living hell."