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unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2021-11-07 12:16 am
unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2021-11-07 12:16 am
Entry tags:
Well fuck
Who: Gokudera and Uri
When: That iffy time after Yama has a key but isn't really moved in.
What: Well, Dera is still hunting the schizo virus...
He had crawlers going through medical records, sorting the new cases of diagnosed schizophrenia in the unplugged. In certain circles it was scaring the shit out of people because schizophrenia was no laughing matter and if it was suddenly spiking in the populace then something was wrong. CDC was carefully poking into it, getting epidemiologists in and all that fun shit. Dera was...cheerfully piggybacking their research and applying their algorithms to sub-reality history of those he suspected as having encountered the attack program.
Unlike the topside doctors, well, he was getting somewhere.
The good news was that yes, most those he'd flagged for Shamal did indeed have an intersect point. Hell, humans were creatures of habit, most congregated together despite themselves. That's why following reality servers tended to end up like knotted strings instead of nice, elegant disks. Bah. The bad news was...they intersected at a game server. That meant the security program HAD been rabid and some permutation or another had gone viral, finding itself a tasty little nest away from the main program.
Goodie goodie.
Not that he had anything against full immersion games mind you, how could he when he pulled programs like he did? But a virus infested second life type game? That was something of a nightmare because those games had established rules for how things worked, and tweaking them too hard could crash the servers. It wouldn't hurt most players in the long run (barring those with a tendency toward seizures) but a crash would destabilize the virus. That would make it worse.
Far worse.
If they had the luck of the devil, well, it would make the program cannibalize itself, no more problem. The odds of that were less than one percent though. By a lot. Grim math on that yes. More likely it slewed and shattered as the servers fluctuated, each piece spinning outward into the greater reality strata, most of which would regenerate and mutate, created further exposure points for the unsuspecting populace.
To be fair it had already DONE that to one degree or another to be in the game at all, but better a few infection points than a hundred, right? Uri settled by his feet as he stared at the pulsing walls of the game boundaries, considering. She'd paced around the outside to check for any corrupted security walls or obvious breaches, given her quiet annoyance now, well she hadn't found any. "Fuck," he grumbled, lighting a cigarette. He had a few choices to make now didn't he? He could drop the whole programming platform, take the game, and every server in the nearby stacks down, but his luck it was a cloud farm skip, most games were honestly, so that'd only shut it down for a few minutes at best.
Likewise, he could tag the front entrance and pop back to reality, shake Dino into giving him transport to find the physical company and have them pull the plug, but that way was full of enough red tape that most players would either be infected or near enough to hop into if the virus spooked. Uri's tail twitched against his ankle and he sighed, "yeah, I fucking know." HE had the cycling shielding based on this shit. HE'D added it to Uri's programming...
...fuck fuck fuck.
Shamal was going to kill him.
DINO was going to kill him.
Hell...hopefully Yama gave a fuck? Shit, had to keep an eye on that. Apparently being away from his partner too often now was starting to fuck with his emotional state. Great. Worried about seeming clingy or spooking him orrrrr worried about distance. Whereby worried meant depressed. Wasn't being human a fucking scream sometimes?
Shamal was going to fucking medicate him...after killing him yes.
He ground his cigarette under his boot, dropped a locator pin for Vongola in case shit went south, then sighed and stepped across the game threshold. This would be easy right? Log in with a dummy file, act like everything was normal until he could peg where the virus has nestled down.
Easy.
Fuck the game music was going to get on his nerves within five minutes wasn't it?
Uri planted her fuzzy little butt outside, waiting as patiently as any cat would at a mouse hole. She was his emergency line in case certain conditions were met. She got spooked and he got yanked at speed back to her location. Hopefully it was enough.
...
...
He had fucking cat ears.
Fuck killing him, Dino and Shamal were going to blackmail him forever.
When: That iffy time after Yama has a key but isn't really moved in.
What: Well, Dera is still hunting the schizo virus...
He had crawlers going through medical records, sorting the new cases of diagnosed schizophrenia in the unplugged. In certain circles it was scaring the shit out of people because schizophrenia was no laughing matter and if it was suddenly spiking in the populace then something was wrong. CDC was carefully poking into it, getting epidemiologists in and all that fun shit. Dera was...cheerfully piggybacking their research and applying their algorithms to sub-reality history of those he suspected as having encountered the attack program.
Unlike the topside doctors, well, he was getting somewhere.
The good news was that yes, most those he'd flagged for Shamal did indeed have an intersect point. Hell, humans were creatures of habit, most congregated together despite themselves. That's why following reality servers tended to end up like knotted strings instead of nice, elegant disks. Bah. The bad news was...they intersected at a game server. That meant the security program HAD been rabid and some permutation or another had gone viral, finding itself a tasty little nest away from the main program.
Goodie goodie.
Not that he had anything against full immersion games mind you, how could he when he pulled programs like he did? But a virus infested second life type game? That was something of a nightmare because those games had established rules for how things worked, and tweaking them too hard could crash the servers. It wouldn't hurt most players in the long run (barring those with a tendency toward seizures) but a crash would destabilize the virus. That would make it worse.
Far worse.
If they had the luck of the devil, well, it would make the program cannibalize itself, no more problem. The odds of that were less than one percent though. By a lot. Grim math on that yes. More likely it slewed and shattered as the servers fluctuated, each piece spinning outward into the greater reality strata, most of which would regenerate and mutate, created further exposure points for the unsuspecting populace.
To be fair it had already DONE that to one degree or another to be in the game at all, but better a few infection points than a hundred, right? Uri settled by his feet as he stared at the pulsing walls of the game boundaries, considering. She'd paced around the outside to check for any corrupted security walls or obvious breaches, given her quiet annoyance now, well she hadn't found any. "Fuck," he grumbled, lighting a cigarette. He had a few choices to make now didn't he? He could drop the whole programming platform, take the game, and every server in the nearby stacks down, but his luck it was a cloud farm skip, most games were honestly, so that'd only shut it down for a few minutes at best.
Likewise, he could tag the front entrance and pop back to reality, shake Dino into giving him transport to find the physical company and have them pull the plug, but that way was full of enough red tape that most players would either be infected or near enough to hop into if the virus spooked. Uri's tail twitched against his ankle and he sighed, "yeah, I fucking know." HE had the cycling shielding based on this shit. HE'D added it to Uri's programming...
...fuck fuck fuck.
Shamal was going to kill him.
DINO was going to kill him.
Hell...hopefully Yama gave a fuck? Shit, had to keep an eye on that. Apparently being away from his partner too often now was starting to fuck with his emotional state. Great. Worried about seeming clingy or spooking him orrrrr worried about distance. Whereby worried meant depressed. Wasn't being human a fucking scream sometimes?
Shamal was going to fucking medicate him...after killing him yes.
He ground his cigarette under his boot, dropped a locator pin for Vongola in case shit went south, then sighed and stepped across the game threshold. This would be easy right? Log in with a dummy file, act like everything was normal until he could peg where the virus has nestled down.
Easy.
Fuck the game music was going to get on his nerves within five minutes wasn't it?
Uri planted her fuzzy little butt outside, waiting as patiently as any cat would at a mouse hole. She was his emergency line in case certain conditions were met. She got spooked and he got yanked at speed back to her location. Hopefully it was enough.
...
...
He had fucking cat ears.
Fuck killing him, Dino and Shamal were going to blackmail him forever.