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Jodi (Joan Heemskerk and Dirk Paesmans) MY%DESKTOP (emulation / commentary / malfunction) 2003 Installation w 4 projections.

#DATAFILE /// ❪ aes. ❫#DATAFILE /// ❪ face. ❫

slcgger:

Atlas was approaching the burnt out shell of the buildings, Charmaine a few steps behind, when he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. The service on it had stopped weeks ago, but he continued to receive texts from another powered kid like himself ever since he moved out of his parents’ house. With a sigh, he responded.

I’m here now with Miss Indestructible. What kind of footage do you want? –A

Big picture. Details on the boat if you can. Range / origin of the explosion, etc. Anything suspicious beyond the usual explosion bullshit. If you can find any hardware, that’s good too. ---B

She was already combing through security cameras in another section of her brain---some of them still functioning, others not, but their memories were intact. It was frustrating---all this documentation, and not one had given her any useful information so far. Bo began another ingress, this one into local police reports and databases. It would take her a bit longer, as their security was tighter, but not as long as you’d hope for your municipal government. She snorted a bit. As if cops had ever done anything good for this city.

#slcgger #event: east end

She’d been far away when it happened, at least physically. Mentally, she was effortlessly blasting through several simple passwords linked to some rich yachter’s security system. Her client wanted information on the yacht itself, for some reason---one that she didn’t bother to waste her time on. It had been custom built, half the parts imported from another country, and outfitted with a healthy combination of alcohol storage and private compartments. A party boat, essentially, built by the very poor for the very rich. None of that was out of the ordinary, but the stored records of the yacht suddenly going dead along with every connected system was.

At first, she thought it must have been some sort of countermeasure. But she was better than that, she would have seen it. She egressed from the dead end quickly, tried to ingress into another local server, and found herself up against the same block. After a few minutes of scouting around, she found an intact security camera, and fire swam before her vision. She pulled out a bit more, tried one further away, and saw the remnants of several buildings.

Later, after two hours of sifting through various news sources, police logs and computers, working security cameras, and connected phones that had recorded the event, Bo decided to reach out to one of her colleagues, or, as she’d begun to think of them, her proxies---gathering information for her while she simply sat at home and processed it.

It was a text message, simple, from an unknown and untraceable number.

East End “gas leak” location, need eyes on the wreckage. Don’t do a shitty job and I won’t have to come down there myself. ---B

#event: east end #ncstart