"[b]Turn that shit off[/b]"

Brandon sighed and moved to the television to shut off the broadcast. Sarah just lay on the sofa with her face buried in her tapper, the embedded screen was glowing in her face. Her thoughts totally occupied by what was slowly flashing down. She'd been working on a new worm, she had the bright idea that it might get her into some systems unlinked from the main network. All it would take is for an infected tapper to connect to the unlinked system, and once again sometime later. When that tapper connected back to the main network it would dump a payload of files. She'd coded the worm in such a manner as to look for a list of keywords in files on a priority order. 


"[b]Seriously Sarah, you know the more you dig into this stuff the higher the chance you're going to end up like your grandfather[/b]", Sarah scoffed some, "[b]You know I wear that as a badge of honour Brandon, there is little else to do down here other than make trouble. Besides, I've seen his calculations....he was right you know.[/b]", Brandon sighed again. "[b]Even if he was right, does it really matter? Society has moved on, I don't think it could really prosper without the support infrastructure we've grown reliant on.[/b]", Sarah scoffed at that and gave him a kick from her comforting position on the sofa. "[b]Brandon, there is only so long we can live down here....Tenna said that herself, her diary is simply fascinating you know. There were a lot of ideas she tried to implement that were overruled. She keeps mentioning this emergency evac system in her diary. I'm thinking there is something more to it.[/b]", Brandon was the one to scoff this time. "[b]Just stop putting your nose in places it shouldn't be......More people are vanishing you know....I don't want you to be one of them[/b]", he got up from the floor and left. Sarah paid him no mind and then hit upload on her tapper.


[i]A few days later[/i]

Sarah's tapper began to buzz. She didn't have alerts on for anything other than her project so she grinned. The first packet had been slipped back from her worm. She flicked through the file names, a whole heap of nothing. God, she wished she knew what she was looking for, then a curious little file got her attention. [color=00a651][U.A.I expulsion list][/color], She opened up the file, and a list of dozens upon dozens of names came up. Some had been struck through, others had little question marks, and the whole document was colour coded. She simply didn't understand what she had in her hands. She didn't understand the worth of this document, she didn't understand the pain this document would put her through, for as she searched down the list, she spotted one singular name. Andrew Kruze.... Why was dad on this list? 

She'd find out soon enough, as when she got home? The door had been broken in.