““Just the wrong perspective,” he said. “We’re squaring them up to be the enemy, but mostly because we need an enemy.” “So you’re saying you’re wrong about the cyberthreat?” “No, but . . .” Chuck left his fork in the fries and picked up a shrimp with his fingers. “But what?” “Maybe we’re blinding ourselves to the real enemy.” “What enemy is that, my conspiracy-loving friend?” I asked, rolling my eyes, expecting some rhetoric about the CIA or NSA. Chuck finished shelling his shrimp and pointed it at me. “Fear. Fear is the real enemy.” He looked up at the ceiling. “Fear and ignorance.” I laughed. “With all this stuff you’re stockpiling, aren’t you the one that’s afraid?” “Not afraid,” he said deliberately, looking straight into my eyes. “Prepared.” ””
