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Post by SYN+ACK on Dec 7, 2010 13:26:38 GMT -6
“I think the word you’re looking for is awesome. It’s an awesome hacker thing,” SYN+ACK sipped at her drink, happily explaining it to Alex, “It’s an old obsolete term for the way data used to be sent over the network. It’s like this: I’m a computer, you’re a server. I send a message called a synchronize message, a syn, to you. You acknowledge it by sending back an ack, but you also send your synchronize message at the same time, making it a syn plus ack. Then I send my acknowledgement and we can talk. I’m the response and the message all at once, hence, SYN+ACK.”
“It’s also a way of completely devastating every server out there if you feel like it. Instead of sending a single syn, you flood the servers with thousands of syns, and don’t respond back to any of the syn+acks the server sends to you. It keeps waiting for a response and it can only juggle so many connections, and then anybody else who tries to connect just gets a busy server with zero response,” SYN+ACK couldn’t stop the glee on her face as she told Alex about this, “If you’ve got a script running, you can take down any server in under three minutes.”
“So maybe my name seems douchey, but it tells you everything you need to know about me, if you know anything about computers. SYN+ACK,” She finished her drink sliding the glass between her hands, “There’s nothing I can’t do. You just name it, and I bet you I can get it done. You point to anybody here, and I can tell you anything about them, anything. If somebody knows about it, then I know about it.”
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Post by Alexander Riggs on Dec 11, 2010 12:24:21 GMT -6
He stared at her as she went into a ridiculously long winded excuse--sorry, explanation for her dumb sounding name. Yup. Some douchey hacker thing. Alex just shook his head and took another drink.
She sure was cocky. It was time to put her to the test. He scanned the crowd, picking out a young woman in a green dress. He pointed her out to SYN+ACK. "Alright, what about her?"
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Post by SYN+ACK on Dec 15, 2010 0:09:26 GMT -6
SYN+ACK looked over at Alex’s target. Even before she had registered the woman, SYN+ACK’s fingers were flying across the eInkr, turning on the chip-seek and scanning the whole area. She quickly sorted out anyone who’s ID said they were male, anyone too old or too young, and then brought up the profiles on the rest, scanning through photos until she found little miss green-dress.
“Gina Stote, twenty-one, lives eight blocks away from here and two stories up,” SYN+ACK read off to Alex, already seeking more info besides what her chip-seek held, “She’s got ten-thousand dollars in her bank account, looks like an allowance from daddy. She’s slumming it. I’m seeing three address changes in the past year, and a lot of money going in and out of that account. Two boyfriends if I’m reading this right, and dozens of other boys in the newest apartment. The wireless there is just full of strange chip-sets.”
SYN+ACK dug deeper. All of that was obvious, easy, something that anyone could have found. She wanted more. Her fingers sought out the contents of a dozen highly locked-down databases, searching for some dark little secret, “Somebody got charged with drug possession, but what a shock, the chargers were dropped a few hours after the cops involved in the case all got nice little bonuses. Oh look, she’s been to rehab, but she checked herself out early. How cute. Want to see her before pictures?” SYN+ACK showed Alex the photo of the green-dress girl with bloodshot eyes and awful patchy skin.
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Post by Alexander Riggs on Jan 6, 2011 23:03:51 GMT -6
Wow. If she could pull up that amount of dirt on someone, who knows what else she could find out about people. Or him. Or... Anna. Still, he'd have to leave that for later. If she knew he wanted something major from her, she'd have him even worse.
"Sooo... she's a no, then." Hey this could be handy, he noted, before glancing around at the crowd once more. "How aboooout... her." He motioned his glass towards a girl in a silver top. She seemed interesting, at least.
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Post by Geneva Fontaine on Jan 7, 2011 1:39:05 GMT -6
Perhaps sneaking out in the middle of the night hadn’t been a particularly wise or even well thought-out idea. She’d just needed some kind of escape, more specifically an escape from the anxious fussing of her mother and father.
For the past several hours, preparations had been underway in regards to her ‘deportation’. She considered it more of an exile to be honest, and then scolded herself for her ungrateful behaviour. They were doing it for her safety and well-being after all. She was their only child and their greatest responsibility.
Would she have done anything differently as a parent?
So thoroughly distracted by her predicament, even the shrill voice – erupting somewhere nearby – of an obviously enraged woman went unacknowledged by Geneva; her eyes remaining fixed on the band that was busy setting up for the first show.
One might have thought she’d take more effective precautions to disguise herself, due to the fact that she’d become a prime target for several anarchist groups in the last few weeks. Not only that, but she was also quite well-known and respected for her highly lucrative singing career. Her face alone had been featured in countless magazines since her debut. However, as long as she didn’t draw attention to herself and kept the hood of her velvet jacket up, the people around her – a good majority of them already inebriated – would never suspect a thing.
The cool, fresh air alone would be worth it.
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Post by SYN+ACK on Jan 8, 2011 15:43:27 GMT -6
She already had all the female chipsets brought up and sorted, so it was easy to go back through them and look for the silver-top girl. But something caught SYN+ACK's eye as she did, "Huh," She said mostly to herself, looking at the picture, and quickly bookmarking it. SYN+ACK would look into it more when she was done tearing apart little miss silver shirt.
Once again, she brought up the basic info, "Tori Williams. Uh-oh, looks like she's taken! I'm seeing a wedding certificate! Let me check on the husband- woah, look at that neck!" She showed Alex the picture of Tori's husband in his fighting gear, "Looks like he's a heavyweight contender! And let's see about their criminal records. She's clean, but it looks like ol' thickneck here has put a few guys in the hospital. The police report says he was 'defending his wife'. Oh yeah, I bet he was. I'd say stay away from that honeypot."
SYN+ACK brought the photo up again, reflecting that the woman looked familiar, but she was fairly certain that SYN+ACK had never spoken to her. She brought up the rest of the file, just out of curiosity's sake. Geneva Foutane. The same rang a bell, but it wasn't until SYN+ACK did a basic info search that it call fit together: Nightingale. She laughed and turned to Alex, "Look at this shit! The fucking Nightingale is here in the crowd! She must be slumming it!"
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Post by Alexander Riggs on Jan 9, 2011 23:04:24 GMT -6
Already she was off, listing the worst things Alex could think of when approaching a new girl. He had half a mind to wonder if she wasn't just making it all up in order to kill all his chances of scoring, but something told him this one was true.
This would definitely be handy in helping him avoid getting the snot kicked out of him, but it was kind of depressing in a way, knowing this meant she could probably dig up something bad about every single girl out there. It was different when one could get to know someone before learning their minor dirty secrets, making them more tolerable. Knowing them right off the bat was such an annoying turn-off.
Something suddenly excited her, and it was clear it wasn't Miss Silver Shirt. "Nightingale??" he wondered, the name not ringing a single bell. "Is that another hacker or something? I don't need two of you on me right now..."
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Post by SYN+ACK on Jan 12, 2011 1:36:37 GMT -6
“Not a hacker you idiot,” SYN+ACK showed him the picture, knowing that would ring about, “The Nightingale, the singer. You know, only the girl that’s been plastered over the Network for the past how many years? That chick whose music you always hear over the in-store speakers? She’s here, right now, slumming it.”
She scanned the crowd, first with her eyes, and then with her eInkr. A sea of identifying chipsets popped up and SYN+ACK quickly reduced it down, until finally she had a general location. The Nightingale was directly to her right, and SYN+ACK nearly laughed when she realized that her ‘disguise’ was just a sweater, “Oh that’s fiking brilliant. Look, she’s right there and nobody’s noticed her. Nobody but us anyway.”
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Post by Alexander Riggs on Jan 13, 2011 16:24:26 GMT -6
"In store speaker music? No wonder," Alex shuddered, despite being relieved at the fact that he didn't have another annoying hacker on his hands. Just a top 100 singer, then. He tuned that stuff out as much as possible when he went shopping. "Rusty plays real music at the bar. None of that lame new wave junk."
It did surprise him that one of those stars would be so low in the city, though. He supposed many of them came from the Inbetween before they hit it big, so maybe this one was visiting family or friends. It still seemed kind of a silly move to head outdoors to a public and popular event. "You going to bother her too? Paparazzi style or something?"
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Post by SYN+ACK on Jan 18, 2011 10:47:35 GMT -6
“How does it feel to be so wrong about everything?” SYN+ACK asked, but it was just a rhetorical. She had no interest in actually knowing how it felt to be wrong about anything. If she did, she could do something stupid and deliberately wrong and find out for herself.
“I was thinking we could use her to have a bit of fun,” She explained, trying to decide how to make her move, “I can hack my name onto any list of any exclusive Top club, but they get to know their usual clientele, and they’ll lie right to your face and say you’re not there, even though you just put your name on the list. But, if you show up with someone like that on your arm-“ She gestures to the Nightingale again, “And nobody questions why they’ve never heard of you, because they assume they just haven’t heard of you yet.”
SYN+ACK looked at Alex, “Come on, don’t you want to see how the other-half lives? You can sweet-talk her while I keep her off balance, and we can spend the rest of the night swindling free drinks from trust-fund assholes with too much money and not enough brains.”
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Post by Alexander Riggs on Jan 23, 2011 19:49:43 GMT -6
"Wrong, not brainwashed by crap, whatever you want to call it," Alex snarked back, turning back to the bar to poke at the user interface under his glass. Now that Rusty had been forced to upgrade his security system, he'd finally given in and installed the interactive bar counters most of the Top bars had been using for decades. The bars in the Inbetween had slowly been adopting them as they'd become more affordable, but Rusty had been holding out, saying they took away from the customer service factor. Alex argued the opposite, but really he would back anything that would make his job easier.
It was ironic of course, that a tech hack made the boss install more tech in the building, but at least it was one plus side to the whole ordeal. Now Alex just had to learn how to use the things.
He glanced back at SYN+ACK as she laid out her plan. He lifted an eyebrow in questioning. "Even if it's taking money from people who didn't earn it, it sounds too good to be true. Besides, if she's got cool places like that to go to, why the hell is she down here with us schmoes?"
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Post by SYN+ACK on Feb 1, 2011 9:52:53 GMT -6
SYN+ACK just rolled her eyes. It was pretty clear there was no arguing with Alex on the music, and anyway, it wasn’t the music that mattered. It was her public image, the part of her that they could easily leverage and use to get into places that only faces could get you into.
“Because she’s slumming it. That’s what rich kids do. They get a case of ennui and they desperately wish somebody would see them for who they truly are, underneath all the money and privilege,” SYN+ACK really put her heart into it, pretending for half a second to actually give a shit about poor sad Nightingale who felt like she had no real friends or whatever else that was making her come down here, “So we come along and we pretend like we just want to hang out. She gets to hang with us and feel like she’s got real friends or whatever it is that she’s desperately looking for, and we get into really sweet places. It’s a win-win situation!”
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