Stories tagged “hacker”
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Cowboy Riptide
I adjusted my hood, trying to keep the burning rain off my head. The concrete in the alleyway smoked, rain etching patterns in the grime and soot. The contact was an hour late and I needed a smoke. I was here because of Lonny. Well actually, because I ...
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Marauded! (Retro Ficlet Challenge)
I had just hacked the Pentagon mainframe for the third time when I heard the sirens. Maybe they weren’t for me, but Jeanette Leroq, teen-uberhackeress-at-large, hadn’t stayed at large by being careless. I could always come back later if it was a fa...
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Red Giant
“You’re lightyears ahead of anything I can get ahold of, Star, so I’m afraid I can’t give you as much processing power as you have in your real body, even using the whole in-house network as a Beowulf,” Bran’s voice ...
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The Day of the Worm
The computer screen lit his face in a ghostly blue light, the screen reflecting in two mirror images on his glasses. His jaw was a little slack, and his eyes darted to and fro, as his fingers flew. It was amazing to watch the text fill the page, and im...
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Ficlets Synopsis: Marauded!
Chain 1: http://ficlets.ficly.com/stories/873 Chain 2: http://ficly.com/stories/8322 Hacker chick Jeanette Leroq was absorbed into the upholstery of her getaway cab, and woke in what seemed to be her own room, under a compulsion to hack websites over a...
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Aegis Interrogation
\Don’t all you bots have code-names? It’s “Karma,” if you must know. But I still think of myself as Matthew Karson. \So you just took the first syllables of your name for your codename. Cute. Run over any dogmas lately? Ha ha. N...
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Automech Intervention
For a while, we talked… or rather, I talked and he displayed what he wanted to say on-screen. He seemed rather shocked that I was able to take my captor’s body as my own, though I guess he didn’t know who he was dealing with, did he? ...
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Pardon Me, But Would You Have Any Grey Energon?
“I found you rather charming, actually, if a bit naive,” the newcomer said in a cultured male voice. His gun never wavered. From the assortment of car part junk hanging off of him, I judged he might turn into a limousine or other Grey Poupo...
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Ann Murray
The rig in the darkened room looked like something out of a network technician’s nightmare. Wires sprawled all over the floor and hung vine-like from the ceiling. Six linked computer towers lay half-open and forgotten, victims of successful, but ...
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There's Nothing Like a Clean House
The house didn’t look like anything special to me. It was a typical two story, one front door kind of deal. I connected to the LAN and used AR to check again. There was nothing- at all. It was too clean. My Spidey-sense.bot didn’t detect an...