Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 6, 2008 23:55:00 GMT -8
"These computers suck..." Deryk chewed on the tip of a toothpick, rapping his knuckles against the table in rapid succession while waiting for things to load. They were so much slower than what he was used to. But then again, these were shitty public-access points for the whole bloody school. Mere office computers compared to what he'd worked on. He missed having his own killer box to ship about from LAN party to LAN party. But this was his box now, some standard off-white, ugly, fifteen year old POS with one of those old CRT monitors. The toothpick snapped in the middle as soon as it finished loading up all the programs he needed to run. They were simple programs too, so they wouldn't have made an up-to-date computer slow down to a crawl. Then again, these things only had 128 MB RAM.
"Pieces of shit..."
With one hand, he started typing small commands into his programs, using keyboard shortcuts to navigate while he looked through his MP3 player with the other hand. Though the programs were subject to more than a few lag-bombs to halt his progress, a few windows began showing messages he needed. Windows that stated things along the lines of "Masking Active", "Username: netroot | Password: 1234asdf" and other not-so-innocent blocks of green text related to his endeavors. And when he finally found his song, he uploaded it to the computer in a grueling minute long process that left him nothing more to do than to rap his idle fingers against the table.
And then an empty loading bar appeared, taking nearly twice as long to finally go to 100% status. And that's when the boxes disappeared and the monitor went fully black before the computer shut itself down completely. That was the intended result, thankfully. He withdrew his MP3 player and got himself out of the library as if nothing was wrong. But he knew something was going to happen soon enough.
His friends had always wanted to see what would happen if someone managed to hack the intercom system. Until this school, he'd always found systems that weren't linked to the computer network. This one was, however. And that meant the hack was much, much, easier. And thanks to that fact, he'd now be able to send a profound message to the student body. A message that would speak to every one of them and cause them to spring to action. 259 was the only place filled with people who'd take the message, and take the appropriate reaction.
The message started, and a small smirk appeared on the hacker's lips.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing
"Pieces of shit..."
With one hand, he started typing small commands into his programs, using keyboard shortcuts to navigate while he looked through his MP3 player with the other hand. Though the programs were subject to more than a few lag-bombs to halt his progress, a few windows began showing messages he needed. Windows that stated things along the lines of "Masking Active", "Username: netroot | Password: 1234asdf" and other not-so-innocent blocks of green text related to his endeavors. And when he finally found his song, he uploaded it to the computer in a grueling minute long process that left him nothing more to do than to rap his idle fingers against the table.
And then an empty loading bar appeared, taking nearly twice as long to finally go to 100% status. And that's when the boxes disappeared and the monitor went fully black before the computer shut itself down completely. That was the intended result, thankfully. He withdrew his MP3 player and got himself out of the library as if nothing was wrong. But he knew something was going to happen soon enough.
His friends had always wanted to see what would happen if someone managed to hack the intercom system. Until this school, he'd always found systems that weren't linked to the computer network. This one was, however. And that meant the hack was much, much, easier. And thanks to that fact, he'd now be able to send a profound message to the student body. A message that would speak to every one of them and cause them to spring to action. 259 was the only place filled with people who'd take the message, and take the appropriate reaction.
The message started, and a small smirk appeared on the hacker's lips.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing
