Digital Playground
@flawedc0de
It always felt like a strange dream. Entering a tunnel filled with deep shadows and the lurking ominous howls of things unknown. Venturing deeper, it seemed endless where the shadows turned into code, and the howls into beeps and boops. 1 and 0; binary code, the base for everything in this world. At least -- that’s often how Tempy thought. But she never believed in absolutes. She never put her faith in the idea that things were so black and white. She had seen the gray area too many times to dismiss it..
Held up in the burrow of a home; a cheap, below street apartment where she could hide away with several modified spots to escape if anyone ever found her. She was paranoid, but you would be as well if you spent a year essentially being tortured for crimes you didn’t commit.
She had discovered a larger, New York based corporation that had a dirty little secret and intended fully to expose it. But she needed to get those files, and figure out a way to present them to the right people for things to move forward. That’s exactly what she was doing now. Fingers dance across the keys with a bottle of whiskey sitting just to the left of her keyboard, and a half eaten hoagie to the right. Searching through the catalog of folders and files, she managed to spot one that seemed out of place, and broke the code to get in - narrowly.
But something else caught her attention. Was someone else in the system? Setting a couple traps behind her as she dug deeper, she hoped they might be a script kiddie and get thrown off by the booby traps, and give her more time to find what she needs before any alarms might be tripped.
