Attack of the Hacker

[Liam H]

Hope was dashed. The Wicked Truth disappeared into oblivion again. But as Thyme Liam found his way through the darknet to where the story had taken place. A club called Kallisti. A burlesque show gone viral. He looked around the area found signs of the Wicked Truths handiwork. The street lights for blocks around the club had gone out. It might be of interest to turn them back on, but it was the Red Light District. They didn't much care. The red hue of the streets was more than enough to see by.

But why had he done it? Deeper digging and connecting dots took Thyme at least another thirty minutes to piece together. Following the Wicked Truth was near impossible -- but he left a footprint. He wanted to be found. Made Liam begin to wonder and question things. He of course thought Phaser was the Wicked Truth. But he had no proof, just coincidence. The Wicked Truth was far less open about who he was -- or what he was. Phaser on the other hand had taken pride in being called an AI. They both left the footprints in the sand with harmless bits that shouted to the rooftops who had done what. But Phaser was never alone -- he'd had the borg behind him. His collective of people and scripts that ran in the back ground keeping him up todate. The Wicked Truth did not... did he have to rebuild?

Thyme dug in deeper. He had to know more.