Atsuro Kihara (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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compnetwork2013-07-13 10:47 pm
otakuro) wrote in compnetwork2013-07-13 10:47 pm
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[Saturday night, the screen flickers on to display Atsuro wearing a fatigued expression. As he begins to speak, he pauses, then turns aside to yawn momentarily before facing back to the camera again.]
...Sorry about that.
But, uh. Guys? ...We've got a problem. Again.
[In lieu of giving any explanation, he simply readjusts the COMP so the camera is directed at his computer screen: playing in what seems to be fast forward is a video of a horde of smiling, overly cheerful yellow creatures in a strange black and green world, running rampant in every direction and chowing down on electrical wires and large floating images of the typical 'folder' icon. Occasionally, they freeze, shudder for a moment, and explode into ten new smiley faces. After a few moments, Atsuro comes back into frame, though he leaves the video playing in the background.]
...That's not what's actually going on, before you ask. It's a cutesy little representation, but... you guys get the gist of it. I thought it was just my PC at first, but it's looking like slow COMPs aren't going to be the worst of our troubles if this goes on. The network already looks to be pretty badly compromised.
If you've accessed the network in the last few days without a bunch of firewalls, you're probably infected. ...Actually, you might still be infected even with the firewalls. I don't know what's going on, but these aren't like any viruses I've ever dealt with. I haven't slept in like, 24 hours [he checks the clock at this point] ...30 hours, and it's like Hercules against the Lernean Hydra. Clear one and three more files are infected before I'm done - and the original file still isn't totally clean. ...I'd almost think they were learning if I didn't know any better.
[He pauses awkwardly at this point.]
The other thing is... I know this is a little bit private, but could you guys who aren't... totally organic check in? Since our COMPs are basically wired to our brains through the nanomachines, and your brains are... computers, I think, uh. You see where I'm going with this.
[He leaves it hanging there.]
Someone should probably do something. ...Who's even responsible for keeping the network running, anyway? Why hasn't the government said anything?
...Sorry about that.
But, uh. Guys? ...We've got a problem. Again.
[In lieu of giving any explanation, he simply readjusts the COMP so the camera is directed at his computer screen: playing in what seems to be fast forward is a video of a horde of smiling, overly cheerful yellow creatures in a strange black and green world, running rampant in every direction and chowing down on electrical wires and large floating images of the typical 'folder' icon. Occasionally, they freeze, shudder for a moment, and explode into ten new smiley faces. After a few moments, Atsuro comes back into frame, though he leaves the video playing in the background.]
...That's not what's actually going on, before you ask. It's a cutesy little representation, but... you guys get the gist of it. I thought it was just my PC at first, but it's looking like slow COMPs aren't going to be the worst of our troubles if this goes on. The network already looks to be pretty badly compromised.
If you've accessed the network in the last few days without a bunch of firewalls, you're probably infected. ...Actually, you might still be infected even with the firewalls. I don't know what's going on, but these aren't like any viruses I've ever dealt with. I haven't slept in like, 24 hours [he checks the clock at this point] ...30 hours, and it's like Hercules against the Lernean Hydra. Clear one and three more files are infected before I'm done - and the original file still isn't totally clean. ...I'd almost think they were learning if I didn't know any better.
[He pauses awkwardly at this point.]
The other thing is... I know this is a little bit private, but could you guys who aren't... totally organic check in? Since our COMPs are basically wired to our brains through the nanomachines, and your brains are... computers, I think, uh. You see where I'm going with this.
[He leaves it hanging there.]
Someone should probably do something. ...Who's even responsible for keeping the network running, anyway? Why hasn't the government said anything?
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We had something like it—back home, I mean. At least, the Count's library did. He used this globe to store old texts that had been translated—ones that he couldn't afford to lose. And it was different than just pulling a book off the shelf. I hadn't seen the likes of it before.
So it's something like that, but on a larger scale, I'm assuming?
...These bugs aren't alive, are they?
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It sounds a bit like you have a... magic version of a computer. Makes sense if that's the kind of place you come from.
[Atsuro pauses for a moment to try to get his thoughts in order.]
Think about it like this - a computer network would be the same as having a lot of those globes all over the world or... all through a city, and they can all access those old texts.
Now imagine that a city relies on these globes to do everything - and there's more than just books inside of these globes. There's information for conducting business, taxes, governmental affairs, bureaucracy, all of that. And they've used this system for so long that it's hard to imagine going back to the old ways - so hard that most people don't remember how to do it without the globes anymore. What's worse, the information inside these globes can also affect things in reality - outside the scope of the globes. For example, pretend there's an important facility that you don't want just anyone getting into. Normally you would use some kind of guard and maybe you'd have a secret password, right? But it's easier to use one of these globes - you just tell the globe the password, and it can let you in automatically if it's the right one.
What these things are doing - basically, they're messing everything up. All the information is being scrambled. They're not alive - they're made of information themselves.