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cava) wrote in savetheearth2014-01-04 06:30 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- evangelion: asuka langley soryu,
- heartcatch precure: tsubomi hanasaki,
- heartcatch precure: yuri tsukikage,
- hikonin sentai akibaranger: nobuo akagi,
- kamen rider blade: hajime aikawa,
- kamen rider fourze: inga blink,
- mass effect: garrus vakarian,
- moon child: sho,
- original: umbrael,
- portal: chell,
- spec-ops cell go-busters: enter,
- spec-ops cell go-busters: escape,
- spec-ops cell go-busters: masato jin,
- 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.]
[video]
[He looks, for the first time on the network... angry. Frustrated.]
Enter!! You're... That's a Metaroid...
[He scowls, clearly having issues with a pulse. After a moment, he calms down, is quiet for a few long beats.]
This is really, really for everyone's benefit, isn't it?
video;
I would rather you didn't call me that, if you wouldn't mind.
[he stares at him for a long moment.]
I have every reason to aid the Network. Honestly, is that much not self-evident, Beet Buster?
my echo hasnt been approved yet but i wanted to use this joke from my test drive.
[He pauses.]
Yeah, okay. Sorry, I just remembered that and I don't know if I ever got your real name. You ought to call me Jin, then, right?
[He smooths his hand through his hair.]
I... Uh... I guess this was bound to happen to somebody. I mean, I'm totally ready to give you the benefit of the doubt. Plus, even a self-interested guy can work out pretty well if you're part of the same team as him.
[He looks a little... sad for a moment. Remembering J has been kind of bittersweet.]
perfection
Cain pauses. this is...really not a conversation he had expected to have, but he knows he can't fuck this up. he wants to remember more about Enter but he doesn't want to become him. after a moment's consideration, he nods.]
Jin it is. I--he, Enter--had a habit of calling you all by your codenames alone. I suppose the problem will go both ways, but I can make the effort.
My name is Cain. With luck, some good will come of this. More than in our previous encounters.
[he looks...uncertain, honestly. the stupid shades and hat are off, and he isn't sure what to make of this situation.]
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[He gives a crooked, goofy sort of grin.]
All right Cain, nice to meet you or whatever. I mean, you're human. I feel like the real problem with Enter was that he was a... basically an AI made by another AI, right? An avatar. He didn't really get humanity...
[He knows there was something humanish about Enter, something that made Masato Jin feel weird about him. It wasn't the same as with J, who he raised and created and who didn't ever seem to have a desire to be anything more than himself... But he also couldn't really remember what it was.]
But hey, you do. So you got that up on him already. Don't look so weirded out. Wait, you're drunk, aren't you?
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No! ... Possibly. A bit.
[his attention is suddenly on the wine bottle in his hand.]
It's empty, when in the world did that happen...
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Man, don't worry about it. I've done things with robots I'm not proud of while I was drunk, too.
[He pauses... then his eyes widen.]
Not... Not in that way, but...
[He swallows briefly, he can't pretend it hasn't crossed his mind in all these years of being single... But no, he's definitely not that sort of technophile. He lifts up two bottles of beer with his fingertips into view]
It's New Years, Cain, you're in good company.
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Well, it's fortunate that you caught yourself on that. I might never have let you hear the end of it otherwise...
[he laughs, quietly.]
I should have thought as much.
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Yeah, well. You're human, not an avatar, so you wouldn't need to worry about it anyway.
[He takes a swig of beer and points at the camera.]
I'm gonna say you didn't notice 'cos you're drinking, and not because drunk Jin is indistinguishable from sober Jin.
[To be honest, Jin is barely drunk, and he's gotten pretty good at hiding it over all these years alone with a daughter. But he kind of can't care too hard about it for now, since he's starting the new year with the weight of the knowledge of a long-dead version of himself.]
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[Dammit, Jin.]