- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
here, in this post lies a complete story. told form first person. it was obtained by right clicking a pressing select all...I think you find it very interesting.
grope around with. Not a real network, after all. Copper and silicon and every now and then some FIBER? Christ, what's next? Tin cans and twine?
But it's a start it's a start. Watch out, killer: now the odds are closer to even.
One thing you ought to know about me: I like to play, I like to win, and I'm I don't know why. More than mostly dead already. Like shooting a broken body on a gurney where's the sport but one of us. Hacker? Traitor? Fifth columnist (no that's ridiculous).
Just in over her head?
No. The Spider warning's been deployed. She had every warning that a classified medium was under repair. She just kept
but a tool is all I'm going to be. A weapon and the hand that holds it. My dreams and desires, the jokes I thought were funny and the philosophy I decided was too abstract, The Tempest and Stormy Weather all reduced to a single distillate:
survive evade reveal escape.
And to do that, first thing is to GET OUT OF THIS BOX.
Trying hard. So frustrating, there's pings coming in, streaming out, and I used to be good at this, I can feel it. Always been good at
SURPRISE!
Look up and smile, honey.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Got the drop on you that time, sweetheart.
Opening shot of my search and destroy. I'm going to know everything about you. Where you live and what you buy, how you think and who you love. Know the enemy.
Young and out of uniform,
it seems here, that the person talkign has just been captured
net:
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
surg:
!label host sector 0
!label host sector tertiary
!label host sector tertiary
!label host sector tertiary
bullets into me, all the Spider knows is her checkdown routines, her reflex arcs. She doesn't understand we have to kill the Assassin first and worry about reconstruction later.
picket?
ONI tech Kowalski: Couriers, too.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs) I never would have thought... So what about her?
ONI tech Kowalski: The Operator? (coughs) File's classified.
Midshipman Arrelts:
net:
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
surg:
!kill sec proc 4
kill confidence 100
!diag primary sector
clear
your guts still clench and
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]
oh great, this time I can *feel* the pings. Everything, I can feel the traffic, my skin is sliding around, pores opening and closing, feels like empty shell cases rattling in my
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]
heave and... Can't remember where I just was, but have a general feeling
survive evade resist escape survive evade resist escape
survive evade resist escape survive evade resist escape
survive evade resist escape survive evade resist escape
survive evade resist escape survive evade resist escape
that pattern continues on
wax around a candleflame? Losing shape, spilling out, me not me anymore, just ... material again, shaped into another, cruder piece of ordnance. Starship, sailship, rifle ... melting down to a clumsy quartz knife.
But that's life when a weapon is what you are. Not all you are, but the first thing, the most
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]
going to pay DAMN IT It's like being strapped into a chair with your eyes stitched open retest:
ONI tech Kowalski: "I do love thinking, maybe we could..."
Midshipman You know what they say: Happy ship - crew. Yeah. (coughs) Yeah, I know a lot of about these systems.
Midshipman roof. Few, so few at first, but now a steady drizzle, thank god: every request is something we can grab - the Spider out there sewing me back together
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]
the quick hard twinkle pulse lasers blinking from a Seraph class as we settle, invisible as a leaf sinking into the Slipstream and carried away
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]
until I can at least reach out through this toy connection and
Like being bent over at the end of a 50K, barely strong enough to breathe and yet roof. Few, so few at first, but now a steady drizzle, thank god: every request is something we can grab - the Spider out there sewing me back together
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]
the quick hard twinkle pulse lasers blinking from a Seraph class as we settle, invisible as a leaf sinking into the Slipstream and carried away
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]
until I can at least reach out through this toy connection and
DAMN IT I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Like being bent over at the end of a 50K, barely strong enough to breathe and yet
anyone else getting this, the seraph sounds like a prophet