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unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2013-12-09 09:35 am
unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2013-12-09 09:35 am
Entry tags:
Let's talk about reality
Who: Gokudera and Uri
When: Just prior to Dino's 'class meeting'.
What: Gokudera works some shit out, ponders reality, and where exactly he stands before his world gets flipped around.
He leaned back against the nearest wall, trying to catch his breath. He was good with the difference between real life and sub reality...but even he could hit points that stressed his body. There'd been some interesting new security systems popping up in areas he tended to watch, so he'd decided to get a better view on things.
Nasty things, those system. They had a rather malicious set of AI's whose entire purpose seemed to be sniffing out unauthorized folk and setting fragmenting routines in whatever mind they could. Like schizophrenia in attack format.
Granted, he'd figured this out after he got far enough away to pull a piece of the attack code they'd hit him with apart.
Dear fucking God.
He didn't often think himself 'lucky'. He was smart, and tenacious, and bloody minded...he wasn't lucky. Tonight though? Tonight he was. That code hadn't hit him head-on, it had glanced off his arm when he twisted and gotten stubbornly stuck to his sleeve. Too much longer and he was pretty sure the tag would have eaten through that same sleeve to swim into his body and that would have been bad. He didn't relish the idea of being insane; he was close enough as it was.
"Meh?" Uri pawed at his knee, then reached up to try to snag the remaining bits of code in his hand.
"Not a toy!" he yelped, trying to keep the bits away from her. There was no telling how much of it was still active. Worse than him going nuts would be his cat losing her mind. Chriiiist. "Can't you hear me? I said no you crazy bitch!" He was tired enough that scrambling to his feet to keep her away almost made him pitch over on his face. That would have been a great ending to the day huh? Knocked cold by a programmed floor.
Fuck.
Right, the program, before Uri got her claws in him. "Look, I'm taking care of it okay?" He pulled a lighter from his pocket and held it to the remaining strands of the attack, watching them shrivel and dissipate. The fucking things even screamed, that was...not good. That meant that the guardian AIs probably had tracking imbedded under the other junk he didn't have time to analyze. "C'mere cat," he growled, holding down his arm for her. They needed to move. NOW.
Being the contrary thing she was she arched her back and swiped a set of claws at him instead of climbing up to his shoulder, pissed that he hadn't fed her any evil bits of coding, and more than happy to express her displeasure. He hissed in turn when she caught his wrist, opening a nice long gash that he REALLY DIDN'T NEED NOW. God he was going to feel that in the morning. Rather than risk another cut he just snagged her by the scruff and started hauling out the other end of the alley corridor he'd been resting in. He needed to get them out before rabid security protocols sealed the exits.
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY DID HE DO THESE THINGS?!
Oh, right, someone needed to know about these things. If shit like the attack coding hit the general populace by mistake? Yeah, that'd be bad. And if he knew the people behind the security protocols at all? They didn't care about collateral damage. They'd just just jumped up a few notches on his shit list.
Uri twitched an ear back, hearing something, and he didn't even pause to see what it was; he just Kept. Fucking. Running. The alley punched through into a shopping nexus, which at least was public. Harder to take someone out in public, right? That or it was easier to lose a sight oriented tracker.
Whatever the cause he was able to duck down another level to the lesser known shops, and from there to an adult ring, down the rabbit hole at the end to a credit card scrubber and back up through a public banking nexus. He stopped to rest again when he hit a jump point for fantasy gaming; chicks and chainmail wasn't his thing but at least it wasn't dripping with creepy security.
Uri wiggled free of his grip finally and settled down by his feet to wash her fur while he finally wrapped a bit of his shirt around the scratches on his wrist. No need to leave too much personal code behind right?
Right.
Ugh.
"Going to need to pull out Uri." He needed sleep...and unlike most of the people who lived and breathed sub-reality? He didn't dare sleep while jacked in. No telling what might stumble on you when your defenses were on pure subconscious control. His cat shot him a glare when he stood up again, he could find another quiet corner to drop back into reality from...and if she was in a good mood Uri would come too. He had managed to stick enough holographic projectors in his apartment to let his pet wander through real life too.
He'd miss her otherwise, damn little pain in the ass she was.
When he opened his eyes on the walls of his apartment he winced; light hurt, and his wrist was bleeding sluggishly. He ran without safety subroutines because separating himself that much from everything screwed with his head, plus outside coding was easier to access and understand if he was fully present. The consequences could be a bitch sometimes though. "Damn cat," he muttered, shielding his eyes from the light and staggering up out of his chair so he could get some bandaging and a drink. "Yeah, I'm talking about you," he snorted as Uri stropped herself against his legs.
Annnnd...he didn't notice he had mail until he got back from cleaning his wrist and snagging food from the kitchen. Huh. Dino.
Well then. So much for the 'sleeping through tomorrow' thing.
When: Just prior to Dino's 'class meeting'.
What: Gokudera works some shit out, ponders reality, and where exactly he stands before his world gets flipped around.
He leaned back against the nearest wall, trying to catch his breath. He was good with the difference between real life and sub reality...but even he could hit points that stressed his body. There'd been some interesting new security systems popping up in areas he tended to watch, so he'd decided to get a better view on things.
Nasty things, those system. They had a rather malicious set of AI's whose entire purpose seemed to be sniffing out unauthorized folk and setting fragmenting routines in whatever mind they could. Like schizophrenia in attack format.
Granted, he'd figured this out after he got far enough away to pull a piece of the attack code they'd hit him with apart.
Dear fucking God.
He didn't often think himself 'lucky'. He was smart, and tenacious, and bloody minded...he wasn't lucky. Tonight though? Tonight he was. That code hadn't hit him head-on, it had glanced off his arm when he twisted and gotten stubbornly stuck to his sleeve. Too much longer and he was pretty sure the tag would have eaten through that same sleeve to swim into his body and that would have been bad. He didn't relish the idea of being insane; he was close enough as it was.
"Meh?" Uri pawed at his knee, then reached up to try to snag the remaining bits of code in his hand.
"Not a toy!" he yelped, trying to keep the bits away from her. There was no telling how much of it was still active. Worse than him going nuts would be his cat losing her mind. Chriiiist. "Can't you hear me? I said no you crazy bitch!" He was tired enough that scrambling to his feet to keep her away almost made him pitch over on his face. That would have been a great ending to the day huh? Knocked cold by a programmed floor.
Fuck.
Right, the program, before Uri got her claws in him. "Look, I'm taking care of it okay?" He pulled a lighter from his pocket and held it to the remaining strands of the attack, watching them shrivel and dissipate. The fucking things even screamed, that was...not good. That meant that the guardian AIs probably had tracking imbedded under the other junk he didn't have time to analyze. "C'mere cat," he growled, holding down his arm for her. They needed to move. NOW.
Being the contrary thing she was she arched her back and swiped a set of claws at him instead of climbing up to his shoulder, pissed that he hadn't fed her any evil bits of coding, and more than happy to express her displeasure. He hissed in turn when she caught his wrist, opening a nice long gash that he REALLY DIDN'T NEED NOW. God he was going to feel that in the morning. Rather than risk another cut he just snagged her by the scruff and started hauling out the other end of the alley corridor he'd been resting in. He needed to get them out before rabid security protocols sealed the exits.
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY DID HE DO THESE THINGS?!
Oh, right, someone needed to know about these things. If shit like the attack coding hit the general populace by mistake? Yeah, that'd be bad. And if he knew the people behind the security protocols at all? They didn't care about collateral damage. They'd just just jumped up a few notches on his shit list.
Uri twitched an ear back, hearing something, and he didn't even pause to see what it was; he just Kept. Fucking. Running. The alley punched through into a shopping nexus, which at least was public. Harder to take someone out in public, right? That or it was easier to lose a sight oriented tracker.
Whatever the cause he was able to duck down another level to the lesser known shops, and from there to an adult ring, down the rabbit hole at the end to a credit card scrubber and back up through a public banking nexus. He stopped to rest again when he hit a jump point for fantasy gaming; chicks and chainmail wasn't his thing but at least it wasn't dripping with creepy security.
Uri wiggled free of his grip finally and settled down by his feet to wash her fur while he finally wrapped a bit of his shirt around the scratches on his wrist. No need to leave too much personal code behind right?
Right.
Ugh.
"Going to need to pull out Uri." He needed sleep...and unlike most of the people who lived and breathed sub-reality? He didn't dare sleep while jacked in. No telling what might stumble on you when your defenses were on pure subconscious control. His cat shot him a glare when he stood up again, he could find another quiet corner to drop back into reality from...and if she was in a good mood Uri would come too. He had managed to stick enough holographic projectors in his apartment to let his pet wander through real life too.
He'd miss her otherwise, damn little pain in the ass she was.
When he opened his eyes on the walls of his apartment he winced; light hurt, and his wrist was bleeding sluggishly. He ran without safety subroutines because separating himself that much from everything screwed with his head, plus outside coding was easier to access and understand if he was fully present. The consequences could be a bitch sometimes though. "Damn cat," he muttered, shielding his eyes from the light and staggering up out of his chair so he could get some bandaging and a drink. "Yeah, I'm talking about you," he snorted as Uri stropped herself against his legs.
Annnnd...he didn't notice he had mail until he got back from cleaning his wrist and snagging food from the kitchen. Huh. Dino.
Well then. So much for the 'sleeping through tomorrow' thing.