Trevor Hoffert wrote:
A Repost since it seems no one reads it the first time
into the yawning black hole of the FFML once more
Singularity Tokyo
By Battlekrome
Chapter 1
I suppose I should start from the beginning. Everything happened when I was
in my early twenties, just after what became known as the Decade of the
Knight Sabers.
My name is Aika Nanako. I am a hacker of some reputation. Even been hired
on occasion by some companies to redo their ice. My net handle of Daishi
suits me. The number of viruses that I have spawned is impressive. Some of
the buggers are so good that you really have to work at it to get infected
files cleaned. My main play for viruses is those that will down a computer.
If you remember a while back, there was a large shutdown of all computers in
two sections of town. Seems that all of those people had gotten infected
with my virus. Nothing lost really. My mean streak is not that wide if you
know what I mean. Mischief is funnier and doesn't get all those nasty
government people after ya.
If all the computers in two districts got shut down, the government would
most certainly be after her. That would cost a fortune. A small earthquake
would do less financial damage.
Most of my viruses are one shots or they only do
little things. Mostly they are "ha ha, I got past your security".
When the grapevine passed on an IP that was offering money and possible
long-term employment to anyone who could crack the server. Couple of
well-known hackers had tried already. No one had so far cracked it. Most of
them had tried every cracker in their repertoire and still failed. Brute
force didn't seem to work. Finesse on the other hand might work, and that's
what I'm good at. Like all hacks, it helps to do your homework. Various
books on most commonly used OS's helps as well.
Checking out the base site with a trumped up web browser. Only if you
Incomplete sentence.
cracked it, would you get an interview. It seemed like a custom job for the
OS; otherwise, it was a cracked version that had been heavily altered for
security and hardware restrictions. Usually sites like these have ftp access
and such for file transfer and such. Checking the IP in my FTP client led to
the usual errors. Surprisingly, the error wasn't no FTP site found but more
Did the character or the author make that grammatical error?
along the lines of password not accepted. "Hrmm" I said. Usually a site's
FTP access was slightly more secure. Checking some of the more common
passwords, I was in. Looking around the site revealed the website itself,
the pictures used on it, and another file folder called trace.
To be on the safe side, I checked my ice. It looked like that I could do
with a version upgrade or two. To do that would take at least two hours
downtime. Oh well. Logging off the net both physically and electronically. I
worked in a few trace busters and a new section of code I had found while
trying to hack a friend's computer. Mostly my ice upgrades were implemented
into my spoofing and such routine codes that would make me stealthier. Spike
programs and such to nail trace programs and a couple other nasty programs.
Logging back on to the net, I went and checked the BBS and some of the IRC
hacker channels. No one else had found anything with the FTP way. No one had
cracked the password, that intrigued me.
Comma splice.
Checking out the other's progress
enticed me to try again at the FTP.
Deciding to go for maximum stealth before trying the FTP route again, I
logged off and switched the phone line to the secondary one I had then began
the log on procedure. This took awhile due to the sheer number of routes,
callbacks and bounces. Finally I was logged on and running in high stealth
mode. This basically made me untraceable to anyone without a dedicated Cray
4 to number crunch back to my location. Loading up my FTP client I logged
back onto the FTP site. Checking around with a searcher in the client. I
found something I had missed before a concealed directory tree. Now I had
access to the entire server hard drive. Checking my computers extra hard
drive for space, I found I had enough to fit the entire server hard drive
Eyes glazing over...
It's not that I can't follow the play by play since I more or less can, but
this like reading a hand by hand description of a bridge game.
onto one of them. With a quick command, I began downloading the entire
server's contents to the spare hard drive. With 20 minutes left of download,
I loaded out a tracking program to check for incoming traces. Checking I
found a trace working it's way down the list of bounces and such. The time
read 15 min to completion of trace. Checking the trace location I found that
it itself was spoofed. Setting Ice-Spectre anti-trace program on it.
Ice-Spectre was a program I had coded early in my career as a hacker. I had
found my hacker buddies could trace me way to easily. So to live up to my
handle I made a program to trace back the trace then set the computer to
blue screen and make it impossible to reset or turn off with out actually
yanking out the power plug or net access line. The nasty part of the program
was the person still thought they were tracing but the time to trace would
slow and then stop five minutes after it hit. Five minutes later, bang
target hit, time to reactivation ten minutes. That meant they had a half
decent trace program active. Most trace programs stop dead and aren't
noticed for a couple minutes. There the download was complete. Firing a Nuke
along the line to knock out the computer gave me the precious seconds of
disconnect time I needed.
That was a really long paragraph.
I always disconnect physically from the net when I log of due to all sorts
"off"
of nasty remote activation programs that are out there. My virus programs
usually are the type that requires large destruction of hard drive space to
clean them out.
Really. Just harmless pranks are they?