Greck knocked on Sora's door and handed her card over. He blandly thanked her and left for his own room. Returning to his quarters, he took a seat at his desk, got a beer, then logged his activities. He paused for a while, thinking about the radar. It couldn't be jammed, could it? He thought it could. Though, jamming would imply somebody was doing it. Who? Why?<br/><br/>Most of the project on the ship was kept under wraps. Only the top scientists knew everything, while everybody else was only exposed to sections of the project. The big picture wasn't clear. Could it be something so important that somebody would want to sabotage it? Greck tried to dismiss the thought, but at the back of his mind, he was worried about the ship. He wanted to know more.<br/><br/>Greck had a secret: he was collecting information on the network from his computer. They were only tiny, encrypted fragments, but it was extremely unlikely he could be caught. His thought was that if he collected enough information over time, he could decrypt part of it and learn about the project. The idea of learning about cutting-edge tech was enough for him to get nosy. So far, he's needed more information to do anything. Then, he had an idea.<br/><br/>He looked through some logs on the computer, and the data on Sora's card was recorded from when he accidentally swiped it. Greck doubted the card had the credentials to access secret documents, but it was part of the network; it could be used to break the encryption. Even if his computer was removed from the network, he was confident he had everything he needed.<br/><br/>Heart pounding, he decided he was finally going to do it. Greck made several attempts to get something out of the pile of data he had. The information was ran through program after program, algorithm after algorithm, and crack after crack. Most of the data was junk, like so:<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">cHOq"ID:$xS0=Ucc():Uy&gt;N~gi&lt;YhQ*F\'%S.|&amp;W*v=D\\WdY];G}S*;}fyA&gt;E}qJ$O5Koo^*0&gt;]Z~pl,=fs(r34)I_F!q#Xg]~Iw;</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>But finally, he made discoveries...<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">qFUq!0F+.y`Z*xg{L(AUt&lt;lI&gt;ILhz:{(Gi\'=s@~l6"+sTi=Kxj"h@?KHTcsSj`oREE(-_a."YEZJ&gt;h%Ng#L?Ox.2;#L$Hb%<span class="bbc_u"><strong>can develop a gene to</strong></span>itMH.[(G36@=Nl\\4Ec2\\RlEypg%)k5hT3vq5({i+DU\\|o^lTb8af=|/jh{/Q%GZd<span class="bbc_u"><strong>ment #3062, the Trans-Universal Resonance Mutati</strong></span>LS/3J9-&gt;2B(w4:!Y,t{&lt;X@0KOW_Jw2`9CgYbx&gt;4=v$;H;"::SwGF&lt;~$8v:)m[%`MuZOha0_iHp,h59;T\'+k3Vs:Fv9&amp;sf$i"#:Vy2%kmw0eN6h25PwW{B.&amp;.D+2|"ll1(xI.AAmoG&gt;R!`{R5?_H:Pd0\\6!\\y$<span class="bbc_u"><strong>, thus suggesting the existence of at least one paral</strong></span>XVz0e\\kS9R34-")_VyUo1+$&gt;iVQ<span class="bbc_u"><strong>sibilities of undiscovered societies in parallel universes lea</strong></span>t]ie4FVWSU7gc4j,4M%F:?Famwc0,\\IDCJq|#sN0Y{rl1ea/hv}T&gt;[]7Km{&gt;/v3}E!w~F61^XPE8}TFw[%LqJrc/G[Ioi-vhT;h\']W9S0&amp;"U@xP<span class="bbc_u"><strong>ject phased out of th</strong></span>nA?@oz=$v9{nvdIVeGy88)3\']}#L"BqdD*AlHBW=u?Ko4JGd`YKr0)uMME^?r#XH-8*2B\\f_Y4.kn~\\Y!"C"\'h*?oFi["Tb|Ykg@C\'qiX[QM1{ko\\.OY@qx,5W</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Greck was astonished, fearful, ecstatic, and eager to look for more. He was also tired, and decided to sleep.<br/>