FREEDOM CODE: THE INVISIBLE WAR FOR HUMANITY’S FUTURE: Chapter 8 The Fabricated Crime

Chapter 8 The Fabricated Crime

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Scene 1: The Interrogation

Beate sat in the sterile interrogation room, the harsh fluorescent lights above her buzzing in the silence. Her palms were sweaty, and her mind raced with thoughts she could barely catch.

The door creaked open, and two detectives entered, their expressions unreadable. One was the officer from her doorstep, tall and methodical. The other was a woman, younger, with sharp eyes that seemed to miss nothing.

“We’re going to make this quick, Ms. Fisher,” the woman said, her voice cold but professional. “We need to understand what happened with Olivier Brandt.”

“I already told you everything,” Beate replied, her voice a little hoarse. “I barely spoke with him yesterday. He was planning to publish an article, but I think it never appeared. And now you’re telling me he’s dead? It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

The detective glanced at the file in her hands, then at her colleague. There was something about their demeanour that made Beate feel as though she were already considered guilty of something she couldn’t understand.

“You were the last person to speak with Mr. Brandt,” the male officer said, leaning forward. His fingers were drumming lightly on the table. “That’s suspicious.”

Beate swallowed. “I told you—he was just a friend of a friend. We spoke about things like data privacy. Nothing special.”

The detective didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pulled a file from the stack in front of her and opened it slowly.

“This is the problem, Ms. Fisher,” the woman said, pushing her index finger hard onto the document, knocking on the table. “We have evidence that contradicts your story.”

Beate felt her heart drop into her stomach. Evidence?

“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The detective slid a photocopy across the table. Beate hesitated, then picked it up.

It was a swab—a lab report with her name on it. It showed that her DNA had been found in Olivier’ car.

“What the hell?” Beate whispered, staring at the document. “That’s impossible! I was nowhere near his car!”

The officers exchanged a glance, then the male detective spoke, his voice lowering to almost a murmur. “It’s clear from the evidence that you were there. You were the last to contact him. And now he is dead. Obviously, you’re the prime suspect in this case.”

Beate’s mind raced. She was on the verge of panic, but she had to keep herself together. This was a setup. There was no way she was involved in Olivier’s death—she had to prove it.

“Look, I didn’t kill Mr. Brandt!” she insisted, while she was standing up. “This is all wrong! You’ve got to believe me!”

The detectives remained unmoved, staring at her with the cold, calculating eyes of people who had already made up their minds.

The woman detective leaned in, her voice low. “Why the rush to leave? Tell us, what happened!”

Beate’s head spun. But the detective’s face was inscrutable. Beate had no choice but to sit down again. There was nothing she could do. Nothing that would make them believe her now.

Scene 2: The Mystery of the Evidence

Back at her apartment, Beate noticed that her sight was slowly getting better again. But after the hours of questioning that felt like an eternity, Beate’s mind was still reeling. The police had released her—for now—but she felt like she was walking on a razor’s edge. The evidence against her was fabricated, that much was clear. But how? And why?

She hadn’t even touched Olivier’ car. How had her DNA ended up there? The thought gnawed at her, but she couldn’t resolve the mystery.

Beate knew she had to get out of this mess. She needed answers—and fast.

She called Mia first. Mia had been digging into the surveillance systems for days, but now the situation was escalating faster than Beate had anticipated.

“Mia, it’s Beate,” she said, trying to steady her voice. “I need your help. The police just arrested me, or… at least, they accused me. There’s evidence against me, they say, but I didn’t do anything.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Mia replied instantly, her voice laced with concern. “We’ll figure this out. Tell me everything. What kind of evidence?”

“They said my DNA was found in Olivier’ car,” Beate explained. “But I never went near his car! It’s all fabricated. I don’t know how they did it, but it’s impossible. I need you to help me figure this out.”

Mia paused for a moment, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ll look into it. But Beate, this is much bigger than we thought. I’ve been digging deeper, and I found something … something dangerous. The surveillance system—it’s got more reach than we ever imagined. It’s not just tracking us—it’s manipulating us.”

Beate swallowed, her throat tight. “What do you mean by ‘manipulating us’?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Mia said, “but I think we’ve stumbled into something much darker than just a few corrupt officials. There’s a system at play, and we’re in its crosshairs.”

Beate felt a shiver run down her spine. They were all being watched, she realized. Everything they did—every move they made—was under the surveillance system's control.

“Mia,” she said urgently, “I need to know how they planted that evidence. How did they get my DNA into Olivier’ car?”

“I’ll dig into it,” Mia said. “But we’re running out of time. You need to trust me.”

Scene 3: The Genetic Lab

Meanwhile, Prof. David was combing through his notes, trying to piece together any clues that might explain what had happened. He hadn’t slept for more than a day. His mind was filled with too many questions.

The more he thought about Olivier’ article and the digital surveillance that should have been exposed, the more it felt like they were up against something much bigger than just state surveillance.

They weren’t just being tracked—they were being manipulated. Their actions, their movements, their choices—everything was being influenced.

But how? Why? And who was behind it?

Prof. David’s thoughts were interrupted when Mia called. “David, Beate has been arrested. We need to figure out how her DNA ended up in Olivier’ car. It’s all fabricated. And there’s something even bigger going on—something about the surveillance system and how it’s being weaponized.”

Prof. David sat up straight, his heart pounding. “What do you mean, ‘it’s being weaponized’?”

“I’ll explain you later,” Mia said. “Right now, we need to focus on clearing Beate’s name. We need to find out who planted that DNA.”

Prof. David stared at the phone for a long moment, trying to collect his thoughts. This was no longer just about mass surveillance. This had turned into a battle. Perhaps they even had to fight for their lives!

They were all being watched, they had realized, but now it seemed that someone had decided they had also to be silenced…