08-09-2016, 03:35 PM
The air was finally warm in Virginia. Sage hated the winter, it dried out his skin and it kept him inside because he couldn't stand the cold - it bothered the port and the incision scar and made it itch and painful. The air was cool, his wallet was in his front jeans pocket as he wandered down the streets of Alexandria on foot. It looked like he was just idly walking but he was doing so much more. His mind was split with the menial task and the rest was scanning through thousands of newly created pages on the internet. There were programs running in his head that searched out his friends, one that monitored the den's security systems for any breaches that would make his vision flash red if there was a breach.
The first time it had happened Sage nearly fell down the stairs of The Den. It hadn't happened often since then and it still startled him.
He had other trivial tasks running but they were background tasks he always ran most of the time he didn't even notice them unless they brought something to his attention. Small things like the coffee was running low in one of the cafe's. He didn't run anything he had managers and accountants and everything do those things. The cafe and the den paid for themselves and left him with an income and he could do whatever he wanted. The life he enjoyed so much - such as taking a walk for no reason other than that he could.
His walk was interrupted by a priority site that just went live. The CCD Magic Registration. Sage laughed out loud which received a few glares from others on the street as he walked along the river just across from our Nation's Capitol. He wondered what the government thought of that. But he didn't think long on it as he started poking around at their security.
It was a government site of course, he wasn't going to breach their security unless of course he saw a flaw, then he'd send a white hat hacker their way and and make them fix it. Not everyone had a small grain of morals about them. Not that Sage did, but he didn't exploit things that could be harmful to other people. He only gathered information. Information was like his drug, the more he had the better he felt and the more he needed in the end. All thanks to the piece of hardware stuck in his head. Not that he would change anything really. It was part of him now. He'd put his parents away for a very long time because they threatened him. He wasn't sure he could do more but he hadn't had to. There was a small pain of loss but they wanted to kill him to study him... Fuck that!
Sage sent packet after packet at the new registration site to bring it crawling to it's knees. Maybe someone would beg him or one of the other collective members to fix it.
Edited by Sage, Aug 9 2016, 04:37 PM.
The first time it had happened Sage nearly fell down the stairs of The Den. It hadn't happened often since then and it still startled him.
He had other trivial tasks running but they were background tasks he always ran most of the time he didn't even notice them unless they brought something to his attention. Small things like the coffee was running low in one of the cafe's. He didn't run anything he had managers and accountants and everything do those things. The cafe and the den paid for themselves and left him with an income and he could do whatever he wanted. The life he enjoyed so much - such as taking a walk for no reason other than that he could.
His walk was interrupted by a priority site that just went live. The CCD Magic Registration. Sage laughed out loud which received a few glares from others on the street as he walked along the river just across from our Nation's Capitol. He wondered what the government thought of that. But he didn't think long on it as he started poking around at their security.
It was a government site of course, he wasn't going to breach their security unless of course he saw a flaw, then he'd send a white hat hacker their way and and make them fix it. Not everyone had a small grain of morals about them. Not that Sage did, but he didn't exploit things that could be harmful to other people. He only gathered information. Information was like his drug, the more he had the better he felt and the more he needed in the end. All thanks to the piece of hardware stuck in his head. Not that he would change anything really. It was part of him now. He'd put his parents away for a very long time because they threatened him. He wasn't sure he could do more but he hadn't had to. There was a small pain of loss but they wanted to kill him to study him... Fuck that!
Sage sent packet after packet at the new registration site to bring it crawling to it's knees. Maybe someone would beg him or one of the other collective members to fix it.
Edited by Sage, Aug 9 2016, 04:37 PM.
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