Dreaming in Digital « Thread Started on Apr 5, 2006, 4:08pm »
"What's going on with this thing?" A dark man said, as he scratched his head. His hand ran up and down under his helmet as he looked at the blank computer screen before him. "First the boss is shouting orders, and now we've got some jack in the box playing on the screen?" He muttered listening as his partner finished beating a woman who was accused of theivery. The black man looked up finally, for the woman's cries for help and pleas to stop had long been silenced.
"Hey Greg, you got any idea what the hell this thing is?" He asked, holding up the small device that they used to communicate with headquarters toward Greg's face.
"What gay screensaver is that Matthew?" The man known as Greg asked as he thrust aside the woman's leather wallet, pocketing a few dollars that he assumed were rightfully his.
"Oh yeah, sure, I'm sure I put this here... Jesus Greg, Will you get a life?" Matthew asked, begining to walk out of the alleyway as he was followed by Greg.
"Come on you know I was kidding, you don't have to-" But Greg stopped suddenly when he heard an eerie cackle. Matthew pulled out the communicator, and looked down at the Now open Jack in the box.
The two waited a moment, then suddenly, a pixelated Jack popped out, an michievous smile planted upon his face. "What the hell?" Matthew and Greg muttered to one another as they watched the pixelated Jack lift itself up.
"Zen." The Jack finally said, much to the pair's surprise.
"Zen?" Matthew asked, when suddenly, the communicator automatically sent a message, then restarted. As the screen went back on, Matthew's eyes opened wide as he looked down at the pixelated screen.
"It's a virus... some bastard just bugged us and now it's already in the WCG database!" Matthew yelled, rushing towards their vehicle. A very futuristic looking car. The two hopped in quickly, gunned the engine, and made a run towards the WCTF headquarters.
Miles away, Zen smiled to himself as he shut down his connection to the surveillance camera in sector 5A. The woman was still unconscious, and robbed, but he really paid no attention. The screen went blank, and he pulled back in his chair grinning to himself as he admired his own handiwork. Another bug sent into the WCTF's database. And still, he had not been caught. This was pure genius.
Grinning, Zen pulled out a cigarette, and placed it into his mouth. As he readied to light it, a shadow loomed over him, and he looked up to see the Librarian staring down at him with a stern expression. She tapped her foot on the floor, obviously angered and annoyed.
"Fine... fine." Zen hissed, pulled himself out of his chair, and walking towards the entrance of the library. As he stepped outside, he welcomed the dry air with relunctant hands. The dome above them, although transparent, was still not good enough for Zen to enjoy what lay within it. Though it was able to give the illusion of the world outside once before, it was never the same. Well, not that he would know thoroughly, it wasn't as if he were born in the "Old World".
Coughing a bit, he inhaled on his cigarette, and breathed out a puff of smoke. "Mmm... run little pigs run..." He muttered, watching as a few WCTF cars rushed by, barely trying to avoid hitting the civilians.
Re: Dreaming in Digital « Reply #1 on Apr 6, 2006, 5:59am »
Alex quickly mustered enough courage to jump away from oncoming traffic, which was almost an everyday event if you were, in Alex's case, a civilian. He would've hoped to have landed in a convienently-placed garden bush or, at least, on a coffee-table. But this new world had become an environment synonymous with deeply sanitised hospital wards. Everything around him had that unearthly feel of bright white buildings with heavily toned windoes and hygenic footpaths scrutinised by the lowly civil workers of this city.
However, a sharp thud, followed by an uncontrolling tumble into the uncompromising statue tower of the leader of WCG gave Alex a revisit into the old wounds he received pre-SCS times. 'Innocent' onlookers bearing down on him with downcast eyes of indifference moved on as if the entire ordeal hadn't existed. You'd think they'd at least feel human about this...But who cares now that the WCG had owned your very mind and soul?
Of course, what he hadn't planned on was looking past the sea of emotionless faces moving from A to B and discover one of the clients whom he would 'request for aid'. Alex quickly shaked himself from the injuring experience and started straight into Zen's calculating eyes.
Re: Dreaming in Digital « Reply #2 on Apr 7, 2006, 11:41pm »
The virus itself wasn't as big a hype as the WCTF officers made it appear. It was just a simple bug, from their point of view it would appear so after a careful analysis. However for Zen, it was his backdoor into the secret workings of the WCTF. For a while now he had caught onto a few articles about the super computer the WCTF owned. If all that he read was true (which necessarily wasn't since people on the internet enjoy exaggerating the truth), then he would be able to bring about a dark cloud over the WCTF. Fearing an unseen enemy, how that would frighten the living soul out of them. At least Zen thought it would.
People seemed to be ignorant toward the actions of the WCTF officers. Of course it was not in their place to question any of them. But one would hope that at least one face in the crowd would express confusion.
Absolutely no one did. Zen shook his head, people wanted change, yet they absorbed everything like sponges. There were talks about revolutions on chat rooms online, but what good is secrecy when you deliver no action. There were only a few groups that actually took a stand, but everyone else lived in the cyber realm thinking up wondrous ideas that always went to waste.
Zen shook his head as he dropped his cigarette and ground it to the floor with the toe of his shoe. As he began to walk forward, following the crowd inconspicuously, he pushed on his shades with two fingers, allowing a glare of light to reflect upon it, giving his appearance a drastic air of mystery.
The feeling of being looked upon slithered up Zen's spine, and he made eye contact with Alex for a brief moment, before lowering his gaze again and walking away. Should Alex follow, Zen would begin his inquiries.
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Re: Dreaming in Digital « Reply #3 on Apr 12, 2006, 6:36pm »
Ulysses's slate-grey eyes surprisingly divulged whatever interest he had with this Leroy Zimmerman character. Section B had just dished another assignment for Swynford. Not really the best of times, especially when an avid demolition's expert of The Masked Mauraders had claimed responsibility to the "Waterfront" Bombings. He had sincerely wished he personally undertook the investigation but HQ, in all their wisdom and glory, decided 'Isis' and 'Cleopatra' should have their first run as WCTF 'newbies'.
Ulysses's moment of disappointment soon changed when he had Leroy's master files. Thanksfully he had just enough time to paint a rough picture of what kind of 'hackers' he was dealing with. And surprisingly, he kind of felt some form of sympathy for Leroy. A high level of intelligence also entailed some form of mental weakness. In this case, schizophrenia of the highest order.
His driver signalled Ulysses that it was soon time. "There's some cigarettes in the back panel."
"Thank you," Ulysses replied. "We won't be needing them. Just pull up to that man over there."
Sleekfully, the panther-black BMW 330i pulled up right beside Leroy Zimmerman. Ulysses quickly opened the passenger door and looked straight through Leroy's sun-glasses.
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