Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-088

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They had increased their activity in the bulletin board system very much during the last two weeks. When he first started to hack the system he did not expect any sensations from it. The security was low, but what else could you expect from systems in a country that had their technology level twenty years back in time. He quickly got himself complete access to the system. Inside, he found nothing. The computer system was barely used, probably due to the fact that computers were very rare in the country. Even the military had only a few working ones left after the violent revolution a couple of years ago. Something was happening. Now and then he used to call the secret system in the poor country to fool around a bit. The message areas were empty together with everything else. No registrations, no files or information. Then, fourteen days ago, the system exploded in activity. It expanded and connected with other systems rapidly. Classified information rained over the subs. The security system was updated, but it did not matter to him. The amateur that were in charge could not discover him and left his account unattended. Something that really made him puzzled was the fact that the people inside the system used the message areas. "They" discussed, like any ordinary BBS, secret information about the army. "They" decided if they should arrest certain people or kill them without a sound. Maybe "they" were children in a world that were new to them. The complex computer systems that you could find in the civilized world was miles away from this one. His name was Carl and he liked to title himself 'hacker'. Computers and modems were the main part of his life. Outside was dangerous. Like a man who walks in his sleep he slowly entered the streets only when it was necessary. The other time was spent in front of the monitor, chasing secret systems and accounts. The abstract world welcomed him without attitudes to himself as a person. Everybody was equal, with the main difference that it was the brain and not the look that meant something. Bulletin board systems had no barriers that could not be broken with a cool way of behaving. In front of a monitor it was easy. Much easier than outside. The country was small, poor and forgotten. War and starvation had ruled the people as long as anyone could remember. New leaders every year - all of them suffering from mega-paranoia which legalized them to kill everybody that scared them. Liberation groups shot at anything that wore uniforms and the uniforms shot back at anything that moved. They had one main computer system in the country; TMCS - "The Military Computer System". Even the lowest system operator in the western world would laugh at it. The country had no spies that could steal and use new technology. It did not interest the government anyway since computer technology was useless as a weapon in a bloody combat zone. FROM: Iri Santee Date: 30 july. 1998. TO: Michel Kovacs MICHEL, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT THIS IS OUR KEY TO THE WORLD. YOU WONT BELIEVE THE POWER. They discussed that "object" again. It was a private chat between two people, both of them to him unknown. A pure coincidence made him discover the messages and it sure interested him. In several days Michel and Iri had talked about a project. The project was probably a weapon, but not like to ordinary ones who just tried to explain how AK-47's worked. This was something extra. He could not explain why it was something special about the project, it was just a feeling. His experience as a hacker did not only include knowledge about computers. The human mind was a basic factor too. FROM: Michel Kovacs Date: 2 aug. 1998. TO: Iri Santee IRI, THIS SOUNDS VERY INTERESTING. SEND ME THE INFORMATION ASAP. - You must be joking? Richard had been one of Carl's best friends during his childhood but the relationship between the two of them had slowly faded away. Still, they met each other now and then. Mostly because their interests in digging out secret information from computer system matched. They were sitting in a small cafe and talked about hacking. Carl poured some milk into his coffee. The street outside was crowded with people, who rushed away into unknown places. The sun shined. Carl felt bad anyway. He longed to get back to his silent home. - What do you mean? - Well, Richard answered, I suppose you mean the TMCS network. I recognize the information you are talking about. Carl had just mentioned the structure of the system to Richard. He felt rather confused when Richard suddenly knew everything already. Richard cleared his throat from the latest cigarette and continued. - I have been inside the system for as long as you have. FROM: Iri Santee Date: 5 aug. 1998. TO: Michel Kovacs MICHEL, THE COMPLETE INFORMATION IS NOW AVAILABLE IN YOUR PRIVATE DIRECTORY. First impression was a laugh. Carl and Richard quickly gained access to the directory and got the information. "The Project" came slowly into their hands from a printer. Three small pages with a brief description about something that looked like a remote control to a ordinary TV. Then, a cold silence occurred when both of them realized what they had in front of their eyes. They looked at each other with a sudden knowledge that they wore the future of planet Earth on their shoulders. "The Project" was a awesome weapon, constructed by a genius. In the wrong hands, anything could happen. It was a matter of borrowed time. They tracked every part of the now very complex system, known as TMCS, and destroyed it. All information was wiped out before they left it. The next day, another war had started. Two days later, they had built "The Project". A black box and a button. It was not complicated. Carl did not like to state himself as "anyone", but in this case he must confess that anyone could build this machine. - Do you dare? - Why not? Richards question almost invited Carl to act tough. They stood in Carl's room, the computer was off, and looked at the black box Carl held in his hand. - Well, do you dare?, Richard repeated. - I could need a target first! Richard took a deep breath and sat down on the small chair in front of Carl's computer. Carl looked at the object again. He wanted to push that button now and see for himself if it was true. Richard continued. - How about your mother? Carl began to laugh. He felt rather calm when Richard started to laugh too. For a moment he did not know if he was serious. Then that unpleasant silence occurred again. They looked at each other and then at the black box. Carl broke the thick ice. - We can't just sit here. Richard looked out the window with tired eyes. They had done the final work on the box during the night. He wanted to sleep. - Ahem... Something touched Carl's leg. He looked down and faced his black cat who strolled around in search for pleasure. The pleasure was often found as warm places to sleep on or plenty of forbidden food. The cat looked at Carl with big eyes, as if it expected something extra. Carl raised his head and looked at Richard. Richard nodded. Quickly, Carl pointed the black box against the cat and pressed the button. No sound, no light. The cat still looked at Carl with big eyes. For a moment they felt disappointed until they realized that the thing worked. The cat did not move and would not do so for a long time. - Goddamn!, Carl cried out loud. They had to wait. The instructions had simply mentioned that the weapon would freeze any biological object for about six hours. After that, the frozen object would rapidly come to life again without any wounds. Six hours is a long time while waiting. Richard avoided to say any clichees like that it would never end. Nothing is eternal. The hours passed. A small twist on his head and the cat came to life. It looked at Carl again as if it still wanted something from him. Then it turned around and walked away. - Great. Richard did not sound especially happy. - What next?, Carl asked. They both knew what they wanted to do next. Outside, was dangerous. But with the strange weapon in his hand, Carl felt very secure. They walked the streets of their home city. All around them there was people. - Oh, if they knew, Carl thought to himself. Almost two hours passed before they dared to do what they wanted to do. Richard had the device in his hand at the moment, when he suddenly pointed it at a drunk who leaned against a wall and watched the ground. Carl was about to stop him when he pushed the button. People looked strange at them when they laughed cruel and ran away. The world belonged to them. After the first attack against the drunk they stunned people everywhere. They entered big super-markets and stunned the entire staff together with all customers. They drank coffee which had been served by people who now stood completely stiff and watched nothing. Men, women and children. Everybody were targets for the two hackers. Like gods, they rampaged the streets and turned people into living statues. When the night fell, there was almost hard to find people who weren't marked by their machine. All moral was gone. Carl and Richard entered homes and stunned entire families before they stole or smashed their possessions. But they did not feel any guilt when they came to Carl's home in the middle of the night, completely exhausted. FROM: Michel Kovacs Date: 8 aug. 1998. TO: Iri Santee ALEA JACTA EST. - Hey, Carl shouted to Richard who was in the kitchen, They seem to have repaired the TMCS system already! No answer. - Probably can't hear me, Carl mumbled. He turned his face back to the monitor and discovered that he had been logged out. - Darn! He yelled loud enough to get Richard's attention. Still no answer. He quickly tried to enter the system again. - What the... Sweat begun to drip from his forehead. His account had been completely erased. He did not recognize the system anymore. He made yet another try with the same result. Then another one. After a while he accepted the fact that he faced a very complicated situation. He were just on his way to deal with the problem when he heard Richard talk with a very weak voice from the kitchen. - Carl. Get yourself over here at once... - Just a moment. - NOW! That was all he needed. Carl rushed to the kitchen. He almost tripped over some old magazines on his way. When he got there he found Richard down on his knees. - Are you sick or something?, Carl asked with a very confused voice. - Look! At first Carl could not make a head or a tail of what Richard was talking about. Then he saw a pile of dust under the kitchen table. He bent down and stared at it. No, it was not dust, it was more like ash. The ash was grey and black and the pile had the size of a football. - What the hell is that?, Carl asked. He did not expect any answers. - I think I know what it is... Carl knew what Richard was about to say. No, it could not be. - It must be... - No way! But the color of the ash was frighteningly close to the color of his cat. Carl put the ash into a plastic bag and threw it into the trashcan. Richard watched him from a chair, without a word. Carl felt the silence as a cold blanket and tried to get rid of it by telling Richard about what had happened with TMCS. When he was finished, Richard looked even more strange. - This can't be true, Richard said. - What can't be true?, Carl quickly said, The ash was not from the cat! It could have been something else! He knew that he was walking on thin ice. Richard looked around with mad eyes as if he was searching for something. His voice sounded weak. - Where is... the machine? The project? - Don't touch it!, Carl said and began slowly walk towards his room. Richard got the situation and pushed the chair back and rushed after him. Carl took a leap and grabbed the black box. - We are fooled!, Richard cried out. They have planned this! Everybody we have used the machine on will be turned into nothing after a while! And we are responsible for it! Oh god... - Take it easy now Richie, Carl said and tried to remain calm. Richard was mad and could get violent. He fumbled around against the wall, with his eyes moving in circles. He started talking again. - You know I'm right! Why do you think it was so easy to get the information? Anyone could have done it! Carl felt very bad. That feeling that told him that something was wrong came creeping up his back. He held the box in his hands with a steady grip. Richard continued. - Don't you remember how you got the number to the system? It was posted everywhere by some unknown user! Don't you see? EVERY hacker could have gotten access to this information! There must be thousands of people who have built this horrible machine and used it! Who? Who? Who posted the number? NO ONE KNOWS! Why was the system still there when you tried now? BECAUSE THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ANY TMCS! It was all planned by someone! We have done exactly what they wanted us to do! Richard leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He breathed very fast. Then he screamed and threw himself against Carl. They fell down on the floor and Carl felt how Richard reached for the box. Carl gave him a blow to the stomach and got to his feet. Richard moaned in pain but made yet another try to grab the machine. When he opened his eyes he found Richard on the floor in front of him. He did not move, but his eyes were open. The box was still in his hands, and he understood that he had used it on Richard. He limped to the window of his room and looked outside. The room spinned around him and he felt very dizzy. - Alea jacta est, he thought. The dice is thrown... ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United - NEW NUMBER! Check the INDEX file for a complete list of our boards and sites. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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