From Quills to Keyboards
Thursday, August 30, 2001
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I had just done the one thing I swore to myself I never would do -- ask someone for help. I didn't have much choice really. This job is too big to do alone.
Now what, you may be asking, is too big for me, the most dangerous hacker in all the world, to do alone? Well its simple really: to bring down the government and bring freedom for all the people.
Now, sometimes, I'll admit -- I do things that are teetering on the edge of legal and illegal. I freely admit that. But I do what I feel is needed in order to get what I feel is best.
Now you are probably thinking, if I am feared by people as much as I am that I could probably get away with doing just about anything I wanted to. But I’ve found that this is something I needed someone who is familiar with the New Genesis program to help me out.
It took me a long time, and a lot of somewhat dangerous digging, to come up with Yukio’s name and vitals. I know I was probably a surprise tonight, swooping into his life and asking for his help. I just hope he takes me seriously. The fate of the free world depends on his answer.
The cab ride was as uneventful as any cab ride in this part of town, yet I couldnt shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I tried to look inconspicous, yet not conspicously inconspicous. I felt like the protagonist in one of those spy vids; knife in every hand, death around every corner. My fingers kept rubbing that disc in my pocket like it was some sort of Voudoun luck charm, or at least at this point a ward against evil. The murky flavored caffine was beginning to turn my stomach, the mix of drugs, body induced and orally induced creating a fluttering down below that I hadnt felt since I first entered my, hmmmm, profession. The ride seemed to take forever, but my agony was at its end. I payed off the cabbie and was soon headed out of the street into my domicile.
If you could call it coffee. Maybe my sense of taste had been dulled by the adrenaline that had begun to pulse through my veins when I realized what had just transpired. I certainly don't drink the coffee for the taste of it -- and looking at what passes for coffee here, that is probably a good thing It needed something -- sugar perhaps -- to make it go down a bit better -- and I needed to get my head examined for what had just happened.
As I sat down the cup and allowed my hands to run over the crystal disc again, I knew I had to get out of here and figure out what I had just gotten myself into before I lost my nerve. Forget about the coffee, I had other things on my mind. Besides, it tasted like garbage -- and I'd need a clear head for what was about to transpire, I was almost positive of it.
I motioned towards the waitress and handed her my credchip. When she returned with my chip, I threw on my jacket and hailed a taxi.
The cabby was a gruff old man, who didn't look a day younger than ninety. "Where you heading?" He gruffed as I entered the cabin.
"Yakatomi Plaza" I replied. With that I was heading for my humble abode, where I could crack open this chip without much interference and see what Mantis had in store for me.
