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Bring and Brag / The Bodyjackers
« on: March 16, 2009, 11:24:29 pm »
"Gentlemen, I can do this from one cube. Right now I have backdoor access to six hundred and fifty fully beamed DNS servers. Fully beamed! That means that everything I trip is trusted and mirrored on every lightbox on the hypernet. For a nominal fee I will reroute every transaction of any major credit stream through the logger of your choice. I could provide loggers if you don't have your own but, quite frankly, if you don't have your own loggers you have no fucking business talking to me?"

"I can sandbox any corporate cluster you care to mention and, unlike the competition, I will guarantee downtime anywhere up to five days. That's a whole working week your company has the monopoly on trading. Nowadays there are only a handful of corporations that could survive more than forty eight hours offline."

"Give me three days and I'll set up passive surveillance on your target of choice, cctv feeds, credit transactions, cellular and voip channels. You'll experience more of your marks life than he will."

"So, gentlemen, what's your pleasure?"

The meet had been set up by Southie so I knew these guys were legit or rather illegit which amounted to the same thing from my point of view. They weren't feds, I knew that but they didn't look corporate either. The suits didn't sit right for one thing. Whatever these guys usually wore to work it wasn't tailored by Armani. Military? Idealogues? In my line of work it doesn't matter, I'm quite happy to play either side of any conflict of interests as long as the credits are there and, whether they think they can get away with paying for it or not, the credits are always there.

Lesson 1 - never try to rip-off a hacker. It's fucking pointless.

My headset chirped in my ear, told me the three of them were kosher. I'd run retinal, voiceprint and DNA samples through Central Intelligence, National and international police and social security databases, when they'd first walked in the door. Nothing. These guys were ghosts. I relaxed a little. Cloaking a live surveillance warrant triples the price.

"We need someone who can hack Sensenet", the big guy told me.

"Then good luck finding someone," I spat back, "assassination aint my bag."

Sensenet - neural hypernet interface, full immersion surfing as if you were there. Taste, touch, smell... It was the porn channels who pioneered it. Fried a few brains in the early days using reverse engineered military targeting rigs. Found out that with a bit of duplexing they could send signals back into the brainstem, instead of just reading the output.

Of course it was banned, after the first couple of hundred masturbating cabbages returned from their in brain fuck movie, paralysed from the bollocks-up. Didn't make much difference, the porn sites had always operated in and around the edge of the law. There was too much demand to let a little legislation stand in the way of profit. They kept ploughing money into the technology and eventually perfected safe enough kit. Nowadays, with enough credits, you could experience anything you could imagine, firsthand, from a parking lot handjob to gang raping a four year old. From the kid's point of view.

Eventually it went mainstream. There were medical applications, telecoms, entertainment... pretty much anything you could do on the hypernet you could use a sensnet jack to do but the only thing you'd use a hacker for was a hit - overload the wetwall protections and send a garbage dataflood straight into the brainstem. Mark would have a seizure so bad his eyes would explode out his fucking head. I didn't need it. I might be a bastard but even bastards draw the line somewhere. I drew mine a ways short of murder.

"We don't want anybody killed," the woman said. She looked vaguely oriental but it's hard to tell these days. Anyway a smart player would be wearing active collegen - remould the features to whatever the hell you want to look like. I know I was. Doesn't pay to be recognised in my line of work. Being unrecognisable helps immensely. "We want someone stolen."

I was losing my patience with these freaks and almost ready to show them the door but curiosity got the better of me. "You got about ten seconds to explain yourself lady. This had better be fucking good." I was playing it cocky but then what the hell were they going to do? The two guys were packing enough firepower to level the building and the chick had a string laser and some kind of nano acid but, since I'd disabled the powerpacks and my sentry guns were ready to fill them with half a kilo of armour piercing slugs per second if they so much as blinked at me the wrong way I figured I had the upper hand.

"What we require, Mr Cross, is for you to hijack a Sensenet datastream and download the users consciousness to our server."

"Are you out of your fucking mind lady? Did Southie put you up to this? This is a joke right?"

"Mr Cross, this is no joke. We will provide the interface software you will gain access to the ..."

"Look bitch I've listened to about as much of this bullshit as I care to, now I suggest you take your sci-fi story asses the hell out of my building right now before I lose my sense of humour completely and turn the watchdogs on you."

I signalled the miniguns to spin up and acquire targets just to drive the point home. In their favour they never as much as flinched.

"We understand that you may or may not believe that what we are attempting to do is impossible, this is of no import, Mr Cross. What does concern you is fifteen million untraceable credits for getting our payload behind the wetwall."

Fifteen fucking mil? For fifteen mil I'd kill the bastard myself, principles or no fucking principles and she was right. I didn't need to believe what they were doing. What the fuck did I care if their hocus pocus worked or not?

"Untraceable you say?" I turned on the most charming smile I could manage with this face. "Okay. Show me the credit streams"

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Actually that's two different versions and the installer for one of them. I'm a lazy fuck, I hardly even delete my install packages  :oops:

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I don't look left :D

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Or Kill Me / Re: Its all circling the drain.
« on: March 16, 2009, 08:48:32 pm »
If we ever crack star-trek style replicator technology then yeah but along with that will probably come things like ridiculously extended lifespans. At that point it's either take to the stars, population control (always a touchy issue) or standing room only.

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Yay! I cn Haz 2 monitorses  :mrgreen:


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Or Kill Me / Re: Its all circling the drain.
« on: March 16, 2009, 07:31:40 pm »
My theory is that, unless you leave the planet at some point, any sentient race will eventually break the fucking thing. With this level of intelligence comes the ability to multiply and survive way beyond the point of sustainability. We use up exponentially more of the ecosystem than any other comparably sized primate.

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Or Kill Me / Re: Death for art is sick
« on: March 16, 2009, 06:32:27 pm »
Unfortunately, as soon as it's out there, your work is no longer yours to pidgeonhole.

Roll with it

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Or Kill Me / Re: 2012
« on: March 16, 2009, 06:29:59 pm »
Trust me, I'm not going to run away screaming - True Story

I live for weird

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Or Kill Me / Re: 2012
« on: March 16, 2009, 06:14:49 pm »
I am surrounded by Calvinists.  They don't let you miss a thing.  :tgrr:
funnily enough, I still had one foot in the cult through 2006, but the cult's only concern was the change from 99 to 00. all possible mayhem was anticipated because of antiquated computers floating in space and in the server rooms of government offices around the globe, but they had no sense of fun when it came to numerological apocalypse.

Stop teasing us goddamnit, I demand anecdotes. NAOW!!! :argh!:
:lulz: I have never before felt like my association with a toxic cult has given me an air of mystique.

it's a bit surreal.

FTR: Acceptable anecdotes rarely, if evar, begin with the words "I have never before"

Stop trying to wriggle off the fucking hook :argh!:

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is that the third or fourth time that video's been posted ITT?  :lulz:



also: Ozy's pet? WTF was that supposed to be? It looked like it was straight outta Dr. Seuss.

You've never read watchmen?????  :eek:

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Or Kill Me / Re: Save Our Kids
« on: March 16, 2009, 05:50:17 pm »
I prefer to blag my teevee from torrents. No ads and I get the US shows days or even weeks in advance of UK airings. M$ media server, wireless router and PS3 - my own little personal teevee service - Sky++ :ninja:

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Or Kill Me / Re: 2012
« on: March 16, 2009, 05:43:35 pm »
I am surrounded by Calvinists.  They don't let you miss a thing.  :tgrr:
funnily enough, I still had one foot in the cult through 2006, but the cult's only concern was the change from 99 to 00. all possible mayhem was anticipated because of antiquated computers floating in space and in the server rooms of government offices around the globe, but they had no sense of fun when it came to numerological apocalypse.

Stop teasing us goddamnit, I demand anecdotes. NAOW!!! :argh!:

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Or Kill Me / Re: The flower
« on: March 16, 2009, 05:41:25 pm »
Cultivating enemies is too much work. I use random targets instead.

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Or Kill Me / Re: The flower
« on: March 16, 2009, 05:11:35 pm »
I like flowers.

Nothing wrong with a little sunshine and optimism once in a while, either. I did the whole jaded, bitter, and apocalypse-heralding thing in the 90's, but like most of the other pretentious gen-Xers I grew up and got over it.

Sometimes, a fucking flower is real nice.

So nice you have to "rant" about it in "or kill me" ?  :?

YEAH. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!  :argh!:

I'm going to set fire to some daffodils.

You've forced my hand  :evilmad:

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Or Kill Me / Re: Its all circling the drain.
« on: March 16, 2009, 03:16:28 pm »
Humanity: The universe will be destroyed. One planet at a time  :lulz:
Don't be silly were not getting off this rock.



We have to. This thing is much bigger than just polluting and ruining one lousy planet.

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