Datanip: silvrdragn: Datanip“Oh, that would suit me just fine. Just make sure…
Sae trolled down the hallways of the ISO node. Browsing through the books on the shelves concerning themselves with “superheroes” and “supervillains.” Sae laughed at the books, thinking he mistakenly may have subscribed onto some comic geek’s web page. He looked and looked, and found Datanap’s genetic print file. As soon as he reached for it, he heard a noise.
“Oi. Forgot your Authorization?”
Sae nearly leapt out of his virtual skin. He turned to find a white hat, persona sculpted to be that of a librarian’s with his reality filter on. He quickly weighed his options. Grab the file and bolt? Naw. Who knows how many more white hats or ice could be on his tail then. Fight his way out? Maybe, but same problem. Just stay calm. Act like nothing’s wrong.
“Naw. I got my authorization. It’s right here.” He handed the white hat his subscription information, signifying him as a user of the node name “Joshua Whiteton”. While within the confines of the reality filter, it seemed like a library card. He sent the white hat his info and waited to see what would happen.
To Mr. Cybermancer-Guard, currently swishing his coffee cup around to see if he could find any last dregs, it wasn’t visible quite like that. All he saw was a small file of data, a name, basic identification - which he didn’t even bother to look at, because a quick search of the name yielded no results that were also ISO operatives.
The guard rolled his eyes - not that it’d be visible on the little persona Sae’s VR had generated.
|| Ha ha. Very funny. Stop rifling through those files and give me the right authorization or I’ll snap your connection and you’ll have to be more polite before I let you back in. ||
On the bright side, he himself just monitored connections - he, like all cybermancers, couldn’t tell what was being done over them unless it was… cybermance-y stuff such as sucking out energy. He needed programs for that. And, lazily, he hadn’t bothered checking exactly which file it was that the apparent rude ISO youngster was busying himself with.
Well. Apparently he underestimated the white hats. He smiled at the librarian. “Oh. Right authorization…alright…well….” Suddenly Sae grabbed the book off the shelf and bolted. He ran through the shelves, getting ready to make the big exit. He logged off the node, running out the door of the library and passing through the firewall. Sae began running algorithims like mad, running through nodes while redirecting his datatrail to spam sites, porn sites and other nodes he knew were rife with viruses and other nasties. Stopping at a public forum node, he looked at the file. Finally an answer to who this mysterious Datanip was…
Sae appeared on the desktop of Datanip’s local laptop. His virtual self roamed around the incredibly low resolution graphical landscape of the node’s sculpt while a graphic appeared on the desktop on Datanip’s screen.
“Goddamn. What kind of piece of ancient drek is this…anyway. Got the file. You got the dough?”
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