<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/a7M7riq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ls8oFYs.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devi/N0Liss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337984.msg16039447#msg16039447)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In between ---> AfterLife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>OPEN</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong>There are thoughts, in the abyss. There are also...echoes.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>She rides the line, fingers tapping out ridiculous notions as eyes gaze inward, upward.  She sees it, all of it but there is no way to stop the flood of data as it connects with synaptic efficiency and rolls through her frontal lobe like some sort of out-of-control steam engine. The Black ICE beckons, a thought, a millisecond, a breath away but she can avoid it, that slick yet wholly guttural feeling of <strong>NOT NOW</strong>. Ach, she hates it.</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>0010101101<br/>1001110001</strong></div><br/><em>Do others see the world through a fall of binary rain? She can't imagine that anyone other than another <strong>NetHead</strong> would comprehend the beauty of a language that broke down to a simple <strong>yes/no</strong>.  They would have no way to appreciate it, not like she did. They couldn't access the deepest of rivers, the flow of information that screamed it just wanted to be free. She knew that. She had always known it. Let the corpos try and bound it round with ICE and protocols. She'd break it out, burn it all down around her so that everyone would know. Everyone.</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://scitechdaily.com/images/Black-Hole-Hologram-Concept.gif)</div><div align="center"><em>/Users/username/Library/LaunchAgents/com<br/>.getdropbox.dropbox.integritycheck.plist<br/>.getdropbox.dropbox.timegrabber.plist<br/>.getdropbox.dropbox.usercontent.plist<br/>/Users/username/Library/.dropbox/</em></div><br/><em>The beauty of a backdoor, using a malware kit from before the age of black ICE when no one had pictures to press in their minds' eye. When no one understood that commands had to be just right or the deck would toss it like the <strong>GARBAGE</strong> it was. What was that acronym? Ah, yeah. <strong>GIGO</strong>. Stupid. Did the corpos not pay attention ever? The HOLE opened and she slipped inside and found:</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Execute? Y/N</strong></div><br/><em>Of course she pressed Yes. Of course, she did. Suddenly, the information flashed and flipped drawing attention to random files with numbers and letters marking them as important bits.  A simple press and the data split into two, copying unmarred code to be downloaded later while tweaking what was left, just enough to screw up the files left behind. The owners of said information would no longer find it perfectly correct. Now, they would be just a bit wrong, a bit off. <br/><br/><strong>Perfection.</strong><br/><br/>The colors flashed. <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>'Time's up!'</strong></span> Go back, go back. Finger swipes, things put back just right, no lingering traces. ERASE!! Head pounding, heart pounding. Go. Go. GONE!</em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Devi pushed a shaking hand to her forehead, rubbing at the spot where her deck heated her forehead as it cooled down, the inner processes finally settling into something she could handle. Immediately, she made a cuppa tea and drank it down, needing the influx of caffeine to offset the headache she knew would be happening at some point. How could it not? She'd skated too close to the ICE this time. Should have been prepared for that. The firewall they'd invested in was backed by the nothingness of the previous webspace.<br/><br/>She'd have to let Norrie know. Maybe.<br/><br/><em>An hour after her initial run, Devi strode into <strong>AfterLife</strong>, her small frame covered by hot pink pleather and black mesh. She found the combination quite soothing but most stared at her as if she'd killed their mother. She found that soothing, too. Stepping into the biz bar made her shoulders loosen, lengthened her stride, brought a smile to full lips. Someone would be around. <br/><br/>They always were...</em>