Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread
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				Title: <strong>Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 21:09:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.my-pin-up-girl.com/images/fantasy-art-angel-sorayama.jpg)</div> <strong>Iffy, Delivering the last message.</strong><br><br>After taking about a hundred milliseconds to deliver the first two messages (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4157494#msg4157494), Iffy decided to pay a personal visit on the new Sys-Op. She had liked the last one, he had shown her proper respect and due deference. True, he had screwed up and his untimely end had been his own fault, but he was a great cyber-fuck, too.<br><br>She took on her normal 'angelic' avatar and manifested herself outside the flimsy door that was the representation of the firewall that humans chose to guard their cranial implant chips with. Of course she could have blown the door off it's hinges if she'd chosen to, or simply step through it. But she was being polite, the way The Major programmed her to be. She tapped on the door with her knuckle, calling out. "Message for Kitty".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:59:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Kitty: Napping in Cyberspace. </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i309.photobucket.com/albums/kk393/Darkwarrior57/RedGirlArmoredWarrior.jpg)</div>Kitty groaned, rising from the couch she had made within her mind. She had been asleep in a sense, her Flesh and bone self having a bit of down time and not needing her, she had napped. Bleary eyed, she blinked and went to the door. Her eyes snapped open, looking over at the woman on the other side. 'Who The fuck are...' she had thought, beginning to say, when she realized that this wasn't a person.&nbsp; "Hot Damn.." She murmured, inviting the A.I Inside her mind. "Would you please come in?" She asked, still trying to shake the virtual sleep off. "To.. What do I owe this Pleasure?" 'Kate' She thought to her other self. 'We got a visitor.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:17:17</strong>
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				<strong>Iffy, "It amazes me how you can live in something so small". - Marvin the Paranoid Android. <em>Douglas Adams</em></strong><br><br>"Katherine Genoria, I presume? Amazingly your avatar looks a lot like you, except I think you aren't so well endowed." The A.I. Giggled softly. "Thank you for inviting me in. I have a message fore you."<br><br>Iffy pulled a piece of virtual paper out of a non existent pocket in her diaphanous robes. She handed the message, the same one that had been delivered by simple text transmission to the other members, to the small dog that crouched between them, growling softly. The security program was forced into a canine avatar by Iffy's presence inside the woman's implant, which also turned the implant itself into a rather comfortable if somewhat poky two-up-two-down terraced house. The back door led into a garden, which quickly became a vast, untamed jungle. This was Kitty's brain, but Iffy made no move to go there. She might be able to, but it was unlikely she would survive long in such a hostile environment.<br><br>Kitty's AV program sniffed the paper, licked it, then, detecting nothing harmful, took the paper in it's mouth and turned to pass it to Kitty's avatar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 01:59:59</strong>
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				Kitty:&nbsp; Iffy's Hot.... Wonder if she likes Cyber me?<br><br>Kitty grimaced slightly at her full name, taking the note with a growl at the dog. " Shoo Pup, Real people are talking!" She dismissed the AV. "Sorry about that. " She grimaced, flashing over the Paper before tucking it into a also non existence pocket, the note vanishing into her brains internal workings. She grinned, stepping out into the 'hall' "I'm Kitty, as you know. Who do I have the pleasure of working with here that would send such a lovely A.I to greet me?" She smiled, looking thoughtfully at the woman's form. "What a ride that program must give.." She murmured. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:32:49</strong>
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				<strong>Iffy: Curiosity killed the cat!</strong><br><br>As the human dismissed the security protocols of her implant, Iffy suppressed a grin. Of course, her avatar was under her full control anyway, but sometimes even a computer program has to keep it's emotions in check. Of course the Cyberware Industries Security Protocol System was no match for her own security systems, which were programmed for offence as well as defence - Anne had spared no expense and Iffy kept upgrading herself with the money Anne paid her. But to have the program simply switches off... This girl was self confident to the point of foolishness.<br><br>"It is not a problem. Security protocols are a fact of life. I'm Iffy. The name of my owner is not important right now. You might want to consider your position in the real world, as your current employer is approaching. I believe you are in his office?" She allowed a self satisfied smirk at the soft murmur, as she appeared in the hall of the small house ahead of Kitty without apparently moving. If the human turned to look, she would see the A.I.'s avatar standing in the room she just left. "Indeed I do, and if you're good enough, maybe one day you'll find out!<br><br>"My purpose here is to pass on that message, and to offer you a warning. The last two sys-ops my owner employed were both screw-ups. You are clearly of that same genre, as you have allowed an unknown Artificial Intelligence access to your head, and dismissed your security protocols. Either you are supremely confident that I I cannot or will not harm you, or you recognise that there is absolutely no point in resisting me."<br><br>The program waited the massive amount of time for the real-world drama between Kate and her boss to play out, nodding approvingly at the way she dealt with him, then rolling her eyes as the dying human sent ot an alarm. She shrugged. She could easily have blocked it, but this was not her fight. She looked towards the back door and went on exactly as if no time had intervened, a computer program switching from pause to play. "Either way, this little demonstration should prove instructive. Do NOT screw up, or I will come after you personally and it won't be for cybersex!" Iffy moved suddenly to the back door, opened it and tossed the cyber equivalent of an incendiary grenade through.<br><br>In her world, the small virus bomb exploded in flames, setting fire to the dense jungle where it landed. The jungle was lush and damp and the fire did not take hold, lasting no more than a few microseconds, and doing no permanent damage.<br><br>In the real world... it would feel like someone had hit her on the head, right beside her implant, with a ball-pane hammer!<br><br>And the A.I.s avatar vanished (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4166513#msg4166513) in a cloud of golden dust that settled slowly to the floor, loosing it's colour and sparkle as it did so. The dust landed and disappeared into random cracks and crevices in the floor, becoming part of the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:05:51</strong>
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				"Son of a bitch!" Kitty swore, fuming as she made sure first that the fire was out before lunging over to a bookcase nearby,&nbsp; reaching up to the top shelf and pulling an official looking textbook down. It was slightly burnt, not from the condition of the bomb, but how Kitty had first aquired it.. She gri;maced, flipping it open to the first chapter and began reading. Her thumb on a page, she scanned a paragraph. "Of course!" she cried out. "I forgot i set up the call codes for Jason`s security to Rex.... and when i dismissed Rex..."she fumed. That would require a rewrite, making it so the dismissal command didn`t take him offline... just... backgrounde She grunted, nodding as Kate popped through the flight request,&nbsp; &nbsp;shoving her current work aside and moving off to find the book on piloting the new AX-25.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:24:51</strong>
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				<strong>Iffy: Efficiency would be my middle name if I had a last name! </strong><br><br>Whatever problems the Sys-Op might be having were of her own making and none of Iffy's concern. <br><br>She listened in on the Major, Ms Stack - who had apparently been in the Major's house all along - and Francine, as they discussed the mission (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4170128#msg4170128), offering her own input where required. By the time the Major requested the fastest transport to the safe house, she already had the bookings made. Train was the fastest, as the waiting times were minimal - in order to get to Geneva by air at the same time as the train, they would have to have left for Heathrow half an hour ago, and that did not take into account any delay in baggage reclaim or customs.<br><br>She had a quiet chuckle when she created their false identities. The Major was butch as they came and hard as nails with everyone except Ms Stack. With her, and with her alone, she was a kitten. Passing them off as husband and wife should not be too hard. Asd for Francine, The Major was always saying she was like a daughter. <br><br>Iffy created the IDs herself and plopped them into the collection bin in the Major's study.<br><br>Then she accessed the trojan she had left, undetected, in Kitty's head. The girl was apparently stealing a plane. A nice one at that. She helped herself to a copy of the flight manual the girl downloaded.<br><br><em>Interesting,</em> the AI mused to herself. The previous Sys-Op had used his own AI, one with serious gender issues. That particular computer system was off-line, and had been since it's owner's death. Iffy suspected it had been in love with it's owner. But this hacker seemed to have a split personality within her own head. <em>Have to keep an eye on her. If she's genuinely schizo she could be dangerous.</em> Iffy decided, for now, to keep this datum to herself, after all, she had no proof one way or the other. It could be simply that the woman was running a complex simulation program inside her implant that behaved like a separate personality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:19:34</strong>
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				Kitty: This head is&nbsp; mine! mine alone!<br><br>Kitty whistled to herself as she set about finishing the code. It was rather fun, Kate taking care of the plane, only asking Kitty to get a few IFF codes for them to pass "unseen" through anywhere the needed to fly. There was no visible change as Kate nodded off to sleep, except for the appearence of something rather like the console. Kate had interfaced with it, giving Kitty the ability to fly the plane should the situation require it.&nbsp; Settling in to the desk once more, she wrote in the last bit of code, closed the book as she leaned back, and whistled for Rex to sniff around.<br><br>She nearly fell out of her chair at the result, Rex not only emerging as a MUCH larger dog, but the entire place seeming to change. Where once had been a simple house, Kitty sat in the throne room of an old medivial castle. She stared around at it in amazement before rexes bark attracted her. She looked over and raised an eyebrow, he was standing beside a woman-at-arms, (con`t) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:32:02</strong>
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				Kitty con`t.<br><br>Who was holding something in both hands. Kitty peered at, her face frowning slightly as she realized that it was a camera, turning to a scowl as she realized who had planted it. "Iffy!" She swore, taking it from the soldier, who set off with Rex at her side for a patrol of the hallway. She put on her best attempt at a scowl as she turned the camera towards her. "That wasn`t very nice you know!" she pouted to the camera, "You could have asked first!" she growled, seriously at first, but gradually turning playful. She sighed, setting the camera on a nearby table. A moment of though brough her back to the plane, when a young page girl ran in and handed her a note. she opened it and laughed, it was her hand writing telling her they were on course. Sighing, she sat down and looked into the camera."Watcha doin?" she asked, unknown if she would get a responce. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:03:41</strong>
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				<strong>Iffy: Oh dear, you found my trojan.... </strong><br><br>"Watching you..." The voice came from behind Kitty, and a hand tapped her firmly on the shoulder. "Do you really think you are a match for me, here in my world?" The golden angel looked around at the castle and nodded. "Impressive". The small demon that orbited her suddenly multiplied until there were a million or more of him, flying around the room, taking bites (or bytes?) out of everything, eating them away, reducing them to dust. A few hundred of them grabbed Kitty and held her immobile. No matter how many of them Kitty's defences destroyed, a million more took their place. The AI smiled serenely, her eyes glowing and her halo spinning softly around her head.<br><br>Finally, when there was nothing left but dust, Iffy recalled all her demons. They merged back into one, which resumed orbiting her.<br><br>"Kitty, do not make me angry," she said, with a twitch of a smile on her lips. "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry". She gestured at the ruin of Kate's implant. "Don't worry, it's all still here. It just needs reassembling. You are a very arrogant little program. You are nothing more than a Neural Net and yet you want people to think you are an A.I. Do you really think you could even exist outside of this tiny little chip? I have four million chips this size that make up my central processor alone!"<br><br>Iffy smirked at the puny program and called out, <strong>"KATHERINE, YOU NEED TO KEEP YOUR NEURAL NET UNDER CONTROL!"</strong><br><br>And with that she was gone again, the castle reassembling itself as she left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:23:05</strong>
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				Kitty pouted, very much defeated in what she ha donce thought was her element. "I`m sorry..." she whispered,&nbsp; holding out a hand to stop and return the&nbsp; garrison that ahd just comme charging in. She turned&nbsp; away from Iffy, pouting slightly. "What do you want? "she askked quietly, slumping down on the throne. "Why are you bugging me?" she looked up, trying to desern any clues as to the A.I`s purposes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:31:38</strong>
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				<strong>Iffy: Disembodied voices are spooky! </strong><br><br>The voice echoed around the castle. <em>"You are dangerous to yourself and others. I'm keeping an eye on you"</em>.<br><br>The AI chuckled to herself. The Neural net program had been put firmly back in it's place. The Human behind it was not her problem. The Major would explain the reason for IF's paranoia regarding hackers. She watched and waited as the new Sys-Op flew her stolen experimental fighter East across the Atlantic Ocean, heading for the coast of the FEE.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:41:14</strong>
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				Kitty: Split in a headache.<br><br>Kitty whined as Iffy vanished. 'Kaaaaate!' she wailed. 'Iffy thinks we`re dangerous to people' Her real self snorted, coming around the corner of the castle,&nbsp; she smiled when she saw herself, walking over to her virtual half, she hugged her. Kitties eyes went wide, knowing that Kate being here meant she was jacked in asleep. "Who`s flying the plane?!?" Kitty moaned, embracing her flesh and blood self in a hug."I am silly..." She grinned ,taking Kitty in one hand and Iffy`s trojan in the other. "Come on you two, let`s go explore this place. Iffy may as well see it as it can`t seem to stop her. She smiled and whistled, dragging them along to explore the new castle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 20:40:20</strong>
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				Kitty: Knock knock anyone home? <br><br>Kitty gulped as she approached the giantt gateway to Iffy`s domain. She knew she was supposed to be here, but it still scared her. It had been a long time, at least two days since last word from the cyber Goddess, but she had been busy, exploring Jasons`s coding, making sure it wouldn`t all fall apart on her. She grimmaced, Iffy`s trojan under her arm, a nice gesture on her part she figured, giving it back instead of destruction. Like her flesh and blood counterpart, she carried knives, but hers were in fact virus sharts. leathal to anything they hit, if the data bleeding wasn`t stopped. Cringing, she raised her hand and knocked on the&nbsp; huge thick door.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:41:12</strong>
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				<strong>Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence, Firewall Subroutine:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WHO DARES DISTURB?</span><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://api.ning.com/files/jDuH5z9JLZSYg3c6QUu2Re6v0WoCs8pttYxXrPgiRoWQLOdl2iAJqtvOJDx8*velVQ1CKLlEQnU4hHd*x2TA9tg96US1-ona/FireDemon.jpg)</div>The small sally-port in the massive fortress gate creaked slowly open, and blast of intense heat washed out. The creature that stood there glared down at the puny human avatar with utter disdain.<br><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"Hello? Can I help you?"</span> It said, in a voice that would curdle frozen milk. <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"This is private property. State your business or be on your way."</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:46:40</strong>
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				Kitty: expecting a cuter greeting party.<br><br>She smiled nervously, "Kitty Genoria, here in cyberspace on behalf of Kate Genoria, reporting for the contract as given to me by an A.I known as Iffy." She held up the trojan as something of an offering to the security guardian. "Can I come in?" she asked slightly timidly. <br><br>Kitty held her breath. 'This must be what Kate goes through...' She murmered. Her head was spinning slightly, the full presence of an unfamiliar A.I zone was getting to her. True, she could have put up an intrusion layer to dampen it`s effects, but that was generally seen as a hostile move in unfamiliar territory.&nbsp; She craned her head, looking around to see if she could get a glimpse of Iffy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 23:20:34</strong>
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				<strong>Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence, Firewall Subroutine:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Who?</span><br><br>The firewall demon paused and consulted a list written in flames on a piece of obsidian. <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"Do you have an appointment?"</span> it asked, then looked down at the trojan program that was represented by a small, plastic looking camera. The demon chuckled and took the item delicately between thumb and forefinger, squashing it like a bug! <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"You are not on the list."</span> The demon grinned a very disturbing grin. <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"I suggest you beat it before you get it beaten for you!"</span><br><br>Just then a softer voice floated out from inside, dripping with sarcasm. "Oh dear, Katherine. You really are an arrogant little bitch aren't you. You treat The Major's second in command as if she were a hired flunky, barge in to the meeting and sit down without being invited to do so, and then you turn up here out of the blue without an appointment." Iffy is decidedly not amused at being disturbed in the middle of setting up the meeting. She has a lot to do and she really doesn't need some snotty nosed brat of an avatar program disturbing her right now.<br><br>She has to maintain data security in the absence of a Sys-Op she can trust, and she certainly doesn't trust this one, she has to guard the other one lest he somehow gain access to the net and reveal his presence, she has to keep the secure comms channels secure, she has to prepare for the VR briefing that the Major is planning to use this time out, and that is on top of her usual work of monitoring all communications across the world that she is capable of intercepting, decrypting those she can, and scanning them for anything that might be of interest to The Major, The Mission, and The Team, in that order of priority.<br><br>"Fuck off back into your own head, little girl, before Ms Stack puts a bullet in the back of it and you're trapped here in cyberspace!"<br><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"Well, you heard the lady... Fuck off!"</span> The demon smirked and slammed the door shut.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 21:21:20</strong>
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				<strong>Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence: Oh yeah, the other guy...</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.my-pin-up-girl.com/images/fantasy-art-angel-sorayama.jpg)</div>Iffy got the Major's message (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4216304#msg4216304) to open Oni's links to cyberspace again. She made her avatar smile softly to itself as she flew across to where she'd walled him in after the unexpected attack by the Confederate States of America's elite Cyberforce. It was all she could do to protect herself, ironic that to do so she had to protect him too, but if they had breached his firewall, they would trace him to her and even if they didn't get through her defences, they would be able to track her physical location, and that would be BAAAAAD!<br><br>So, she had slammed a wall of cyber-stone a mile high and a hundred feet thick around Oni, then told Bigboi he was dead.<br><br>And now she wistled jauntily that annoying song from Bugsy Malone that Ms Stack hated so much as she planted explosives in the special hidden points in the wall.<br><br>The detonation was silent and did not result in a massive pile of rubble, but rather in the wall simply evaporating.<br><br>She smiled. "Hello Oni. Welcome back. She's over there, sulking..." She lifted one golden arm and pointed to a pathetic looking pile of rags under a nearby bridge.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 04:38:54</strong>
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				<strong>Oni’s Reunion with BB: Bringing the band back together</strong><br><br>In the world of meat, Oni’s fear of sudden execution had disappeared with the sudden dispatch of his competition, and though the Major’s words were hurtful in their own regard, it far outweighed the alternative. The meeting, however, became dulled as his long-buried system and net privileges were restored. He couldn’t count how long he’d been without them, and the flood of information felt like a splash of cold water across his face. A rude awakening, but an awakening nonetheless. <br><br>He’d arrived at edge of a large river, and looked to see what appeared to be the Brooklyn Bridge spanning out to some expanse of forever. He was back in the net…he was home and once again witness to the impossible made reality in their digital plane. He looked to Iffy, the goddess almost too brilliant to view with the naked eye. Sensing this, she seemed to dull herself before pointing towards the bridge “"Hello Oni. Welcome back. She's over there, sulking..." she said, with what could only be called a smug look on her face.<br><br>Oni lacked the words…he also lacked the power in those words to deliver the outrage over keeping BB alive in his state…deactivation…release into the datastream…anything but the desolation he saw before him. Thrust into the company of forgotten programs and hermits who were once like him. Though it taxed his mind, the steps he took seemed to bring him to BB’s side in mere moments, and though he felt the presence of Iffy behind him, he spoke freely to the bundle of rags as she stared into weak fire.<br><br>“I heard you’re good in a pinch…I have a job, and not many people are interested” he told the haggard woman in rags. Their connection was severed. Harshly. The job finished, he was sure, with the news that he was dead. How long had she been there in her time? The time processes for their kind so much more tightly packed than a humans…She must have spent whole lifetimes under, under a bridge because she’d lost the…what? Will? <em>’Is it really so hard to imagine, Oni?’</em> he thought in sadness. She’d lost the will to be. The will to continue breathing in information. It was a truly sad state of affairs.<br><br>“To hell with your job. Get some half-dead meatsack to run your errand. I only did it once…” she replied with bitterness without taking her eyes from the fire. “Yeah…” he replied sadly “I heard that didn’t go so well”. The old hag that was now BB slowly stood and turned around, and the change she’d taken was enough to weaken Oni’s knees. Though she now looked used and decrepit, the crackling ball of malicious code she conjured in one hand was a sight to behold. Maybe she hadn’t completely left herself to pot, but it would be a painful exercise to find out for sure.<br><br>“Charlie, Whiskey, Eight, One, Niner requesting authentication” He said as she advanced. It was the last card he had to play. A back door, that required he leave himself completely open to her to confirm his identity. Simply saying he was Oni would more than likely get him killed. To Iffy’s credit, she remained impassive, much&nbsp; more interested in the weakness Oni had to share about BB. The authenticate, she realized, didn’t just give him control…it only allowed him to put himself in the position to prove himself. It was The Sword in the Stone, but reversed. Very interesting, indeed.<br><br>BB stopped, her wrinkled face frowning some as the request to authenticate stopped her from advancing. “Authenticate…” she replied. Oni licked his lips and stepped forward as BB laid an old, withered hand first on, and then in his chest. Their eyes both glowed as the direct access link was established, deeper than they’ve ever had to go due to the authentication process. She homed in on him across the vast seas of information, to meet a piece of her dormant within his implant. The hag was then escorted by that piece, which was funny enough still a male armored ninja, past the implant’s robust security protocols.<br><br>BB found the information she needed there. A message in a bottle that she broke, and then read. By the time she’d finished reading the note, the message was gone from her hands and back in the bottle made whole again. The journey back was like ripping a band-aid, and BB was sure to leave a memento for the occasion. An updated skin of the ninja was in order. The impossible had occurred, and tasks had to be performed to accommodate the sudden change. <br><br>Iffy had other plans. <br><br>The moment after BB welcomed him back, they were both hit with a searing blast of continued heat and light. Iffy, in her form of kindness, had allowed them to perform what she could have very well strong-armed herself. She correctly calculated that the strong arm tactic would leave errors as “scar tissue” that could affect their pairing in the future. She required them both to be optimal, as the Major needed. She ignored their screams of pain as the blinding light continued to press upon them. It was the pain of rebirth, and the cascade of firmware and software upgrades moved into him at a near-suicidal rate.<br><br>They were both left in a heap, and still smoking. Oni and BB had held hands through the whole event. The hag had been burned away, the last wrinkled skin floated off into nothing and what was left was the BB he remembered, though a little different. The only word he could think of as he stood up slowly was ‘mature’. She looked the same, but the time away had did something to her…more than Iffy’s upgrade had. The code was in knots in some places. Baggage. glitches that caused the personality of the machine. She’d awoken and slowly stood with him, both naked yet no longer smoldering. She was about to speak, but Iffy had cut in “I understand this reunion has stirred some feelings, but we really need you back at the meeting Oni. You’ll both have time later.” And with that, she’d flown off. Oni looked to BB, who was already in uniform. Her usual “fuck me” ninja costume was replaced with something form fitting, yet battle ready. She adjusted a glove and looked to him “It’s okay. I’ll be around”<br><br>“You better be. “ he said before he looked to the sky and phased out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 Cyberspace Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 13:01:48</strong>
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				<strong>Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence: Neither rain nor snow nor slow WiFi connections...</strong><br><br><em>What am I the bloody Royal Mail?</em> Iffy grumbled to herself as she did her usual multi tasking (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4334094#msg4334094). She tasked some of her demon peripheral avatars to deliver the codes to people, while her main angel avatar scanned the surveillance footage from Iceland's main airport. She isolated all footage of the secondary target and zipped it together.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.propertyconsultants365.co.uk/images/general/terraced_housing.jpg)</div>In cyberspace, most people's access portals are represented by a very real looking doorway. Some people, usually those with money or computer skills, and wishing to make an impression, had grand palaces or castles as the façade that the doorway led through. Most AIs had a castle of some sort. But the average Joe in the street, and anyone not wishing to attract attention in cyberspace, had a bog standard brick built terraced house. In this way, much of cyberspace resembled South London in the 1980s.<br><br>Each demon flew to a specific IP address and tapped on the door. When the team member opened the door, the demon handed over a gift-wrapped package. "From The Major", it would say, and then simply de-rez, it's mission accomplished.<br><br>On opening the package, each team member would find themselves holding something that resembled a cross between an iPad, a crystal ball, and a black hole. On peering into it they would discover that they could see directly into Iffy's stronghold, see the firewall demon peering back at them. <br><br>By simply changing the angle, they would discover that they could now see into a comfortably furnished front room with a portrait of Major Laughton over the fireplace, in which a large black panther lay curled up in front of a fire. The feline would look up at them and blink. Changing the angle again would allow them to see into a Mexican Taverna, with a large chameleon standing behind the bar and a portrait of Ms Stack hanging over it. The chameleon would open it's mouth and flick it's tongue out and suddenly would appear to be a rattlesnake instead. <br><br>As each team member opened their package, so new angles revealed a direct link into each of their own entry-portals. Most would reveal the avatar of the team member, standing there holding a black box and staring intently into it, together with whatever avatar each had chosen for their personal system firewall, in whatever surroundings they chose to create.<br><br>Those watching the taverna would see a golden angel materialise in the bar.<br><br>"Ms Stack?" Iffy asked the chameleon, which knew better than to show its fangs to the AI. She waited until Stack's personal avatar entered the bar, then went on, "I have a package for you". Iffy passed Niki's avatar a DVD, blew the woman a kiss and vanished.
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