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cava) wrote in savetheearth2014-01-04 06:30 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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- spec-ops cell go-busters: yoko usami
sixth install | video; backdated to the night of 12/31
Bonne année et bonne santé, Network! Ça va?
[Cain is sitting on his balcony and looking...festive. Bottle of wine in hand, he's got a pair of these stupid ostentatious rainbow things on his face - but the nonsense doesn't end there. Perched on top of his head like a gaudy monstrosity is the stitched-together frankenhat born when this and this collide, backed up by a solid amount of EL tape forming an outline around the hat. The less said about the rest of what he's wearing, the better. It is horrifying. Who lets him go anywhere? He explodes a party popper towards the camera of his phone, grinning.]
Watch this.
[Before he does anything else, he takes a long drink of the wine. Next he fishes a lighter out of his pocket, setting a flagrantly illegal mortar firework on the thick railing of the balcony before lighting it.
The shell blasts up into the air, eventually hitting the top of its trajectory and bursting into a dazzling blue star. Cain tracks it with his phone's camera all the while, before putting it back where it was. Those in Japantown may have just noticed.]
Ah...truly, truly beautiful! Très bien. But fireworks and the New Year are not, regrettably, why I'm speaking with you tonight. [he takes another long sip of wine, looking serious. Cain glances around, cursing.]
Tabarnac. The things are back inside.
[and like that it's back into his apartment! Among the other things in the background, a black Santa suit on an outfit hanger is slung over a nearby chair. Cain places his phone down on his desk to record what comes next. First, he holds up a small USB dongle to the camera.]
This is a stealth keylogger. It saves text logs of everything typed on the computer it is connected to. It does not announce its presence. In other words, it is exactly what one would imagine from the name.
[Cain then opens a box under his desk, pulling out an unusual tank, an odd laptop and something oddly like a credit card. He opens the laptop, plugs a couple of wires from the tank into it, and holds the card between two fingers. finally, he applies a clear patch to the keylogger, before setting it down within the video frame.]
Let's write up a little Metavirus.
[he swipes the card down a slot alongside the laptop's screen.]
Install!
[the reaction begins. A pink glow overtakes the tiny USB device, as the laptop announces in a robotic tone:]
U-S-B RO-I-D
USBROID
[When it's done, the thing is standing at a proud inch in height. It now has eyes, four of them, tiny red spots. occupying a central position on its chest alongside odd text is this mark, matching the one on the tank. It waves once towards the camera with a spindly little arm, before looking up towards Cain.]
Where do we start?
[And apparently, it sounds eerily like Sean Connery.]
I have a plan. I'm not certain of how much it will turn up, but it seems worth the effort.
I would request that one of the network police smuggle our new ami petit into headquarters. There will be no need to plant him - as you see, he will be able to get himself into position. I would ask, however, that you keep track of this creature to the best of your ability. He will check in with his partner as regularly as they are comfortable with. I leave the details up to you. Obviously, it will do us no favors if he is discovered.
If there is any sensitive communication going out from the police's work computers, I intend for us to intercept it. Edwards and Sherman seem to be the best candidates.
[A long pause follows, as he thinks further. Nnnnope, that's it. He waves, and the video goes off.]
[Cain is sitting on his balcony and looking...festive. Bottle of wine in hand, he's got a pair of these stupid ostentatious rainbow things on his face - but the nonsense doesn't end there. Perched on top of his head like a gaudy monstrosity is the stitched-together frankenhat born when this and this collide, backed up by a solid amount of EL tape forming an outline around the hat. The less said about the rest of what he's wearing, the better. It is horrifying. Who lets him go anywhere? He explodes a party popper towards the camera of his phone, grinning.]
Watch this.
[Before he does anything else, he takes a long drink of the wine. Next he fishes a lighter out of his pocket, setting a flagrantly illegal mortar firework on the thick railing of the balcony before lighting it.
The shell blasts up into the air, eventually hitting the top of its trajectory and bursting into a dazzling blue star. Cain tracks it with his phone's camera all the while, before putting it back where it was. Those in Japantown may have just noticed.]
Ah...truly, truly beautiful! Très bien. But fireworks and the New Year are not, regrettably, why I'm speaking with you tonight. [he takes another long sip of wine, looking serious. Cain glances around, cursing.]
Tabarnac. The things are back inside.
[and like that it's back into his apartment! Among the other things in the background, a black Santa suit on an outfit hanger is slung over a nearby chair. Cain places his phone down on his desk to record what comes next. First, he holds up a small USB dongle to the camera.]
This is a stealth keylogger. It saves text logs of everything typed on the computer it is connected to. It does not announce its presence. In other words, it is exactly what one would imagine from the name.
[Cain then opens a box under his desk, pulling out an unusual tank, an odd laptop and something oddly like a credit card. He opens the laptop, plugs a couple of wires from the tank into it, and holds the card between two fingers. finally, he applies a clear patch to the keylogger, before setting it down within the video frame.]
Let's write up a little Metavirus.
[he swipes the card down a slot alongside the laptop's screen.]
Install!
[the reaction begins. A pink glow overtakes the tiny USB device, as the laptop announces in a robotic tone:]
U-S-B RO-I-D
USBROID
[When it's done, the thing is standing at a proud inch in height. It now has eyes, four of them, tiny red spots. occupying a central position on its chest alongside odd text is this mark, matching the one on the tank. It waves once towards the camera with a spindly little arm, before looking up towards Cain.]
Where do we start?
[And apparently, it sounds eerily like Sean Connery.]
I have a plan. I'm not certain of how much it will turn up, but it seems worth the effort.
I would request that one of the network police smuggle our new ami petit into headquarters. There will be no need to plant him - as you see, he will be able to get himself into position. I would ask, however, that you keep track of this creature to the best of your ability. He will check in with his partner as regularly as they are comfortable with. I leave the details up to you. Obviously, it will do us no favors if he is discovered.
If there is any sensitive communication going out from the police's work computers, I intend for us to intercept it. Edwards and Sherman seem to be the best candidates.
[A long pause follows, as he thinks further. Nnnnope, that's it. He waves, and the video goes off.]
no subject
From what I'm grasping from talking to it... it seems to have limits on its artificial intelligence - programs to constrain it within the mission provided by its creator. Fascinating, though not without its ethical concerns.
[a beat, as he almost seems to consider the implications of this for a second... before clicking his tongue and shrugging.]
Oh well. C'est la vie. If nothing else, it is one inch tall. Hardly a threat.
no subject
no subject
I don't think this is what someone would need to worry about that from.