From: ugtbjg6286@mtvms2.mtech.edu (THE SHADOW)
Subject: Flys on the wall
Date: 13 Apr 1994 19:10:17 GMT

                    DEATH AND OTHER FUN TIME ACTIVITIES
                             BY
                         THE SHADOW


      FLIES ON THE WALLS:

   The warm air feels good on my cold skin. I must have been out
for a long time, my head feels like someone has taken a brick to
it.

    "Feeling okay, boy?" a voice outside of my vision says.

    "Sure! Nothing like a good thump to the head!!" I answer back

    A man in his early fourties(and his upper 300's) walks out of
the shadows of an old oak tree. A lit cigarette dangling from his
lips. Smoke drifts from his nostrils making him look like some sort
of Buddha with a special mechanism to make smoke come out of his nose.

    "Name's Franklin Jones....already know your name. You are quite
a electro-jockey....or so I've heard."

    "Best damn one on the circuit. Mind if I get up and stretch my
legs?"I throw a reply back into his face.

    "Sure,I got a better idea, lets take a walk over to my car and
discuss a little business deal."

    "I've got a better idea. You walk to your car and get in, start
the engine and get the fuck out of my face." I say as I reach for my
gun, finding it gone.

    "Hey,looking for this?",he says as he pulls out my small caliber
49n revolver from a small briefcase on the ground. "Wouldn't want to
shoot yourself or something!"

    "Uh, yeah I guess we wouldn't want that. So what's your business?",I ask looking at my previous weapon dangling from the fat
man's huge fingers.

    "Well, you see I have a problem and I hope you have the cure.....",he answers

    "You see some small time runners hacked their way into my "system" with a some outdated code......only reason why we found out.",he continued.

    "So what's your problem? Just get the punks and .......", I started to answer only to be interupted by the man.

    "The only problem is that they got some pretty damn important
files and had the better sense to send these files to a machine located in the Cyber cops main headquarters....heavily guarded with trippers and other fun things!", he says with a laugh hauntinly familiar.

    "Seems like you got a big ass problem there, too bad.....",I again
start to answer.

    "I don't think you understand me, these files have some pretty
good shit on the company and me in particular. And since,you are the
best we thought you could enter the system and "delete" these files",he continues pointing the gun at my head.

    "Well,since you put it so nicely guess I'll have to have a look!",I answer.

    I must be nuts, I thought, I should have just let this big fat
mother shoot me and gotten it over. But hell no, I'm going to have some "information" raid on one of the most heavily secured system in the entire network, code so secret that only the highest Cybercop know it. The best hackers in the world have never bee
n able to enter that
system. The last one to try,was traced and executed(the cybercops don't play games anymore like they use to---find and destroy!)

    "Well we're home." The fat man jokes

    "Home" was a 50 story office building in the heart of downtown. Its white surface glaring the sun into the street. As we enter the
elevator, a small voice came on through the speaker "Which floor?"

    "Penthouse", Frank answered.

    The elevator zoomed upwards and stopped within a few seconds(elevators are the best in the land of oz!). Franklin walks out and I follow him to a large oaken desk with a large terminal sitting on top of it.

    "The GS-1900x, Christ 1,000,000 credits and a bottle of fine scotch to buy that piece of equipment",I say staring at the machine.

    "Jammer and scrambler included. Only the best for the best. Hell,
you complete this job and its yours." He answered.

    "Not a bad price for a job. Do I get the scotch as well?" I ask humorily.

    "You finish this job and I'll give you a case of scotch and even a pac-man chip for the machine!",he answered laughing the same laugh as
he did in the field.

    "Damn!Guess I'll have to go dance with the terminal.......",I say
as I turn on the computer. I logon using some backend number. The computer comes to life........

    <system> T RAM.COM
    --------------------------------------------------
    |   System Ram,inc. All hackers will be executed |
    --------------------------------------------------
     Username: Ripper
     Password:**********

    Welcome Dr. Taylor. You have 1 new mail message.

    >m
    YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE

    >DIR

    1. Please Read this......

    >read 1

    **************************************************************
    File program: All commands for system 9010

    Hackers              Runners             Intruders
    **************************************************************

    SUBJECT: Controllers for project X

      All hackers,intruders and runners: Orders are sent to all
personnel to hunt down and execute the following defectors to the
new cybercops:

    1. RamJet
    2. Shadow(!EXECUTED!
    3. Deathstalker

    Update: The Shadow was found in a local bar and elimnated. RamJet
was killed in a crash of his private saucer. Deathstalker, desposed of by Cybercops before defection.

    Signed, Franklin

   Destroy file after reading....memo addenum:1,000 credits for file:
delta project.

    The company will pay 1,000 credits to any hacker retriving the
file on the new laser-missile being developed by the Cybercops.

**********************************************************************
 mail> Delete 1
 Message 1 !deleted!
 mail>exit

 >file !up!
 local file name: Scrambler.exe
 system name: *.*

 File loaded.

 >Ex Scrambler



     **************************************
     *Hackers rule and the cybercops drool*
     **************************************

  Enter password: $Fool$
  ----------------------
  Please enter timer(seconds)180
  ----------------------

:You have 3 minutes before scrambler destroys all information......

>lo

   Thank you, Dr. Taylor-have a nice day!

$

     "Well,nice job! That little program ought to take care of any
traces that was logged. Nice little program, first scrambles the information like a egg than encodes it with a special encoder I'd
developed. Makes a nice little gif file of a big jackass being fucked by a Llama. The whole system is destoryed with this big picture being
flashed on the screen and the message :HACK AWAY!:. Great fun,huh?" The fat man finally ends.

    "Why thank you! I love your scrambler program! Well...see you on
the "highway"!" I yell to the fat man as I walk out the door.

    "Yeah, Shadow, see you on the net. And remember......keep your
disk clean.......";the fat man yells back!!