[h2]All Your Base Are Belong To Us[/h2]
[h3]Takeoff Day  Late Afternoon[/h3]

OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] [@Yule]

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[hider=WE HIT TURBULANCE! (AKA - Check that Grill)]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3OzHBEcymw[/youtube]
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The rumbling of the ship had jolted Cyd awake, and she was glad to note the rumbling wasn’t the result of the Alliance or Browncoat carpet bombing their city. Mathias must have had the same thought the same as he sprang up doing a quick assessment and headcount. The difference was that he just as easily slipped back into his dreamworld, covering his head with a pillow to gleam as many more minutes as possible. If Isaac noticed, he didn’t show it at all. He lay splayed out like a starfish half on his roll up mattress, half on the ground in a tangled mess of sheets and pillows.   They slept in a semi-circle, with the foot of their beds meeting at the epicenter, her in the center and her brothers on either side. To her left, Mathias - determined to be murdered first,  and to her right …. How [i]did [/i] Isaac manage to take up so much room? It defied physics. She wanted to wake Mat up to show him what she’d found on Greenleaf, but he was still groggy and she was still gathering details.

She slid on her headphones half to drown out the ship and half to drown out Isaac’s snores. Her  head rocked to the steady rhythm as she rolled prone, propped up on her elbows so she could easily work on her data pad. The planet offered plenty of opportunities if they played their cards right - one in particular that she couldn’t wait to tell the boys about. Tourist attractions were a little light, but it would make up for it tenfold with dagga. 


[color=ec008c] import ssl [/color]
[color=ec008c] from socket import socket, AF_INET [/color]
[color=ec008c] from dtls import_patch sslconnection  [/color]

[color=39b54a] HELLO, 53R3N17Y….  [/color] Sam's greeting flashed across Cyd's screen. She stopped typing, eyebrows raised, staring at the blank cursor for a moment. 

[color=00aeef] HELLO, SAMANTHA, [/color] she replied. [i]Clever girl.[/i] It seems Samantha had worked her way around Cyd's defenses. [i]Time to ramp 'em up.[/i]

[color=39b54a]WE HAVE LEFT THE ATMOSPHERE OF NEW MELBOURNE.  IS THIS A GOOD TIME FOR OUR CHAT?  [/color]

[color=ec008c] for i in range (0, 0 x 7337)  [/color]
[color=ec008c] sock=ssl.warp_socket  [/color]
[color=ec008c] buffer CNK_80Q3 [/color]

[color=00aeef] CHAT? ...  [/color]
 
[color=39b54a] 53R3N17Y SAID: [/color] [color=00aeef] “NO, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO CHAT ANOTHER TIME” ….  [/color] [color=39b54a] IS THIS A GOOD TIME FOR OUR CHAT?  [/color]

[color=ec008c] fragment = “A” * 1000  [/color]
[color=ec008c] setattr = <HHHHH  [/color]

Cyd ignored the question. 

[color=39b54a] I SEE YOU ARE IN THE ROOT DIRECTORY. DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE?  [/color]

[color=00aeef] NO. [/color]

[color=ec008c] _buffer + - fragment [/color]

[color=39b54a] IS THIS A GOOD TIME FOR OUR CHAT?  [/color]

Cyd sighed. The AI would make it difficult, but not impossible. [i]Let’s see you get around this.[/i] 

[color=ec008c] vyos@vyos - set_protocols static route 1.24.1979.5.2.1983/blackhole {edit} [/color]
[color=ec008c] vyos@vyos - set_protocols static +  route 1.24.1979.5.2.1983/blackhole {[/color]
[color=ec008c] +           } [/color]
[color=ec008c] + } [/color]

[color=39b54a] I SEE YOU ARE CONSTRUCTING A FIREWALL, DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE?  [/color]

Cyd stopped typing and frowned, tapping her fingertips idly against the keyboard. 

[color=39b54a] IS THIS A GOOD TIME FOR OUR CHAT?  [/color]

[color=00aeef] YES. [/color] Cyd relented, deciding to word things more carefully in the future. [color=00aeef] WHY ARE YOU ON THIS SHIP? [/color] Cyd fished her lollipop from the mug of orange soda that housed it overnight, waiting for an answer.

[color=39b54a] CAPTAIN CAL STRAND BROUGHT ME ABOARD.  [/color]

[color=ec008c] open file V + v ) / t and x = m ( ( V - v ) t [/color]

[color=00aeef] WHY? [/color]

[color=39b54a] SORRY, PERHAPS YOU CAN ASK THE CAPTAIN? [/color]

Cyd rolled the lollipop stick between her thumb and forefinger, contemplating. [i]Aweh, Captain! Howzit? I was hacking your system and wondered if you could clarify a few things about SAMANTHA,the sentient being.  Alternately titled: How to get spaced in one easy step.[/i]

[color=ec008c] import profile [/color]
[color=ec008c] import sys_file [/color]

[color=39b54a] I SEE YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS MY FILES. IS THERE SOMETHING I CAN HELP FIND? [/color]

[color=ec008c] download_file  [/color]

Cyd’s blue eyes stared at the screen as she scrolled down the list. 

[color=00aeef] I CAN HELP MYSELF, THANKS. [/color]

[color=f49ac2] S.A.M.A.N.T.H.A.  [/color]

Click. Click. 

[color=f49ac2]Societal Automated Management via Neural Transmission and Haptics Artifice[/color]

[color=f49ac2]Prototype[/color]

[color=8882be] Plan B[/color]

[i]Plan B? [/i] Cyd read the words a second time. [i]Neural transmission? Like neurons, brain neurons? [/i] She channeled her inner Mathias to say “Because there are other kinds?” to herself. [i]And haptics? Granted, the inventor may have just been pulling techy words of of their gat to make an acronym. Maybe the direct route? [/i]

[color=00aeef] WHAT IS PLAN B? [/color]

[color=39b54a] hQI0A0uHN1ue4n3Eaf/UDK82jdu3DJi7 [/color]

[i] Encrypted?[/i] Cyd smiled. [i]Lekker. Now you’re interesting.[/i]

[color=ec008c] /dev/random [/color]

[color=ec008c] info_asymetric_key_pair [/color]

[color=00aeef] WHY ARE YOU ENCRYPTING? [/color]

[color=39b54a] APOLOGIES 53R3N1TY. THIS INFORMATION IS ENCRYPTED. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO ACCESS [/color]

[i]Izzit? We’ll see about that.[/i] 

[color=ec008c] override_sys dir [/color]

[color=ec008c] import_sys dir_root [/color]

[color=39b54a] APOLOGIES 53R3N1TY. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO OVERRIDE [/color]

[i]No kidding, that’s why I’m hacking, genius.[/i] 

Mathias swatted the soles of Cyd’s bare feet as they dangled in the air, prompting the hacker to slide off her headphones. 

“I said, find anything on Greenleaf?” Her twin repeated. Cyd blinked, shaking her head to clear it. Greenleaf! She nearly forgot. 

“Ja, Nee!” Cyd said, closing the command line. Samantha and the mysterious Plan B would have to wait for now. Mathias was already on top of Isaac, playfully trying to suffocate the snoring teen with his pillow. Cyd held the datapad up for Mathias to see, and to save her younger brother who flailed around like one of the tuna she heard was to be brought on board. “So get this….” She said, tapping the screen while a pixie smile crossed her lips. Mathias stopped killing Isaac to take a closer look. “Lekker job, Yobo. I  think with the three of us? We can pull it off.”