John Key woke with a start.
It was question time in parliament and somebody was talking about Kim. It took him a moment to realise that it was not Korean Kim the Despot but the Dotcom Kim. He downloaded that thought while searching his memory.
He was not sure whether he had already heard about this man before the recent fuss about spies. Apparently, some poor individual had suffered a brain fade, ordering illegal surveillance of a man facing potential extradition to the US on internet piracy charges.
John Key was sure it was somebody's fault and began to worry that it might be his. "Is brain fade a clinical condition that can only be diagnosed in the lower bureaucratic life forms or can it be caught via ministerial oversight?" he wondered. If so, how could he inoculate himself against its effects? He could pretend that he did know something but could not say what he knew as he had then been told by his spies that if they knew that he knew then they would have to kill him. He was not sure whether he knew if they were joking around or not.
If he could not trust his own spies who could he trust? Spies are very secretive about matters of trust. He suddenly had an overwhelming sense of foreboding and doom. He pondered the mystery of sudden onset forgetfulness. Then he brightened. He recalled that he was the Minister of Very Secret Stuff and that he probably did know about Dotcom's residency status and plans to bug his house but had probably been zapped with some kind of ray thingy that made him forget everything as he left the secret briefing session at their secret headquarters at 72 Clandestine Street.
