Bork

Agents of H.E.L.P. - Per Angusta Ad Augusta

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_{Location: JFK Airport, New York City, United States of America}

Time of Trouble#1.002:>hello_world

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_{Interaction(s): N/A}

Previously: N/A

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" All passengers in Terminal 4, we are pleased to announce that American Airlines Flight A56487 is currently boarding. Please show your tickets and passport to the flight attendant...."

An airport wasn't exactly the way to conduct covert business but Ramsey had learnt over the years that being covert was synonymous with being in public. It was a paradox he had to learnt, unless he wanted to attracted the suspicion of the feds. Most of his competitors had invested tens of thousands into complex security protocols but he'd always preferred a public venue.

He was currently sat near his airport gate, observing the grey skies outside. The runway was littered with passenger jets, departing and taking off in perfect synchronization with one another. The seating area was empty at this hour, thanks to a last-minute scheduling conflict. The flight time had originally been noon but it had been moved to the morning at the last moment without any warning. What was odd was that there were no other passengers at the gate save for a few sleeping stragglers waiting for the flight after his.

Before he could further think about it, his pager beeped. Ramsey looked at the caller ID. It was from Ray, his chief operating officer. The message said "WANT TO TALK ABOUT SUBJECTS." Ramsley eyed the clock. It was 5 in the morning. Ray usually woke up at 7. What could possibly be so important at this hour? He began typing rapidly on the pager, his fingers beating a pattern into the square of plastic.

" ABT SUBJECTS? BURN THEM. BURN THEM ALL."

Ramsey leaned back after finishing his message, closing his eyes to relax. In 3 hours, he would be down in the Bahamas, away from dour New York winters and by the beaches, enjoying mojitos.

" Well, I think I have to disagree with that," The pager said.

That was funny, he could have sworn the pager talked. Ramsey opened his eyes and did a double take. It did talk. He dropped the pager to the ground as though it was possessed and stared at it, dumbfounded.

" You know it's rude to drop me," The pager said again.

Ramsey pinched himself to confirm that he was not in a dream. The voice was a static rainfall of warbling pitches, both man and woman. With trepeditation, Ramsey picked up the pager and stared at it with wonder. Ramsey took a second to recompose himself and then, spoke, his voice cautious.

" Who is this?," Ramsey whispered. The voice ignored his question and began to speak.

" Your original name was Ramieshavan Golak. " You were born in East Bengal. Your mother was a silkworm trader and your father was a goldsmith. You immigrated to America, somewhere in Newark -"

" How the fuck do you -," Ramsey hissed. How did this person know so much about him? He hid his past well, took efforts to bury it. The voice continued onward, merciless, " Quiet before -,"

" You opened Wraitheon Pharmaceuticals in the 90s. You initially worked as a CRO before you moved your way up to becoming a CDMO and then, a major biopharma. You couldn't scale up, though. You needed an ample supply of test subjects but the cost was too high here locally. So, you recruited undocumented immigrants. You paid them off with the promises of a green card and in exchange, you got them to become your guinea pigs. If any of them questioned what was happening, you would deport them. If any of them died in your trials, you got your lawyers and your agents to burn the books."

There was a brief pause before the mysterious voice continued, drawing out their words this time.

" Imagine what would happen if someone knew what really happened behind the scenes"

" You have no proof," Ramsey said. His fist was clenched so hard around his pager that he thought he would have broken it.

His pager then began to blat out a series of numbers and letters, alphanumeric. They were incomprehensible at first but Ramsey eventually recognized them. Patient numbers. Offshore bank accounts. Trial results. All of it was supposed to be locked on hard disks, locked behind a 9-inch thick steel vault.

" I assume you're hearing what I sent you. That's just a tiny fraction of the 50 gigs of data I got off your drives. Your info security is shit. Plus, I also got all the encrypted video footage of all of your residential facilities." A chuckle came over the line. " That's a funny word for underground prisons."

" You're bullshitting. You're just one man. You're -" The seat beneath Ramsey felt like air. He couldn't believe it was happening. " This is my life you're ruining. You're ruining my life."

" Look, I get it. You saw an weakness, a chink in the system, and you exploited it like I would. I respect that. The only thing I can't respect is when you bring other people into your mess."

Ramsey could now hear the unmistakable sound of sirens on the horizon. He hoped for a moment they were just ambulances but the red and blue was unmistakable. The announcement on the PA system sealed his fate.

" All passengers in Terminal 4, please do not be alarmed. Law enforcement is currently on the search for a suspected person of interest in the area. Please do not be alarmed."

" Have fun with the gendarmarie," The voice said.

The pager then began smoking, circuits hissing with electricity and the plastic casing slowly growing tarry in his hand. Ramsey stared blankly in shock, feeling his life crumble apart around him. The crowd parted, a trio of police officers worked their way through the crowd. He didn't even to have the next words come out of their mouths as he raised his hands in surrender.

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In a cafe a hundred meters way in Terminal 1, Elek watched the commotion in his mind through the security camera feed. J.F.K's rudimentary security protocols folded before him like a thresh through wheat. The servers were 30 years old and hideously full of backdoors like swiss cheese. Ramsey Goyal, former CEO of Wraitheon Pharmaceuticals, wriggled like a fish out of water as two police officers escorted him, asking curious onlookers to stay away.

He reflected back on the events of the last couple of months. The target was high ranking but the challenge was dissapointing. He could never reach the heights of the IRS hack but the challenge was more in the sheer distributed network of all of the servers. The company data and its associated backups were located across eight different states across the west, mid-west and east. It took an effort of two months of careful prodding and reconnaisance before he could even consider committing to taking down Ramsey.

Still, the results couldn't be argued with. He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the bitter brew. Just as he was about to request for the bill, Elek felt a slight vibration from his Casio wristwatch. It was imperceptible to anyone else but him. He had tinkered with the watch in his spare time, taking advantage of Japanese battery engineering to hook a portable long range radio transmitter to it. It made it look overgrown but it was far better than having to reach into his pocket for his cellular phone. He reached out his power, mentally translating the storm of incomprehensible source code into intelligible language.

>>matthews@H.E.L.P: They need you back at Alpha Base. Orders from Command.

So soon? Elek frowned and then, issued out a quick script from his mind.

>> elek@H.E.L.P: tell them i'm busy.

>>matthews@H.E.L.P: Church's orders.

He momentarily froze, sipping his coffee. What did that mean? Did Church finally catch on to what he was doing? He hid his tracks carefully, made sure to only use his powers when necessary. Any hacker could have done this. H.E.L.P knew that he was capable of more. Why would he waste valuable time on this when he could have ripped apart Ramsley in two weeks with his powers? No, they wouldn't suspect a thing.

>>elek@H.E.L.P: c u in 48 hrs.

Elek tightened the hem of his hood so the shadow covered everything but his mouth. Depositing a five on the table, he stood up and skulked out of the cafe, letting himself flow into the busy crowd of passengers.

Have At You!!! A Game of Swashbuckling Adventure

To clarify:

Characters can certainly have an impact on the setting. However, it still needs to be within the realm of possibility for an above-average human to accomplish, and altering the setting in a way that affects the way other people get to play is out of bounds.

A multi-chapter story about opposing a corrupt governor, gathering the resources and contacts needed to confront him, before eventually deposing him, would be a perfectly appropriate story arc. A single post where a PC immediately shoots all the world leaders and declares themselves king of the universe is not.

Rising up in the ranks of a faction, working to undermine their leaders, and even gradually building a faction of your own are all viable plots. Completely hand-waving away any intrigue or struggle by revealing you have Dragonball powers and making the game about Kung fu ki-blast battles is not.

@AndyC

Well, goddammit, there goes my One Piece OC.....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoF_w0DZGC0

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

" Elek?"





" Elek, yo, are you listening to me?"

Elek blinked as the whirlwind of code faded from his head and he returned to reality. The hospital was white. Overwhelmingly so. It stank of antiseptic and the linoleum floors were scrubbed so clean that he could see his reflection on them. . Elek felt out of place in his baggy sweatshirt and the stink of Panda Express that had sustained him through many late nights of programming. Part of him felt that he shouldn't be here next to Nicole, especially when she was in this state. Her single left arm was no linger in a sling but still woven in a thick cast that made her movements slug-like.  The blotches on her tanned face had faded. She was currently looking up from a copy of the Boston Globe, leaning on her cast arm to compensate for her missing right arm. Her brown hair was knotted into a french braid that snaked down from her shoulder onto the linen.

" Yeah, of course."

" I can tell when you're lying." Nicole said,  a smile in her tone. She set the newspaper down on the blanket and her pale blue eyes searched him.  She nodded towards the heart monitor hooked up to her chest, the green line of the ECG flowing up and down like a mountain range.  " That's the only thing in here that you could listen to. What's it like?"

Elek struggled with his words for a moment. There really was no answer. It changed everyday. He thought it sounded like the voices of the dead during his childhood but it changed every year.

" Like being near the edge of a waterfall," He lied. Tried to.

Nicole hummed in thought before returning back to her newspaper.

" Schiebe."

" Nicole, what's the matter?," Elek asked.

" This." Her finger tapped the headline  " MIT SORORITY GROUP EXPELLED" several times.  "  Elek. Don't lie to me," She hissed. "You did this, did you?"

His silence was an answer already. Elek tucked his chin down at his neck, shying away from her look as the edge of the newspaper crumpled between her fingers.

  "   Goddamit, Elek. If the police find out what you actually are and they connect you to this......"

" I hid my tracks well. ," Elek said with confidence. Well, technically, he did. Anyone with a smidgen of computer security knowledge would look at the news article and suspect foul play immediately. Police didn't have the resources or capabilities to crack into Apple firmware. It was more relegated to the likes of the feds.  There was no trace, no evidence that would have linked him to their arrests. Nicole apparently didn't agree. Her glower made him shrink and he spoke again, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head " But if you think I should tell them..."

"  What the hell are you talking about? You're my friend. " A small smile crossed her bruised face. " I suppose I should say thanks but......." The look of relief had evaporated quick like rubbing alcohol and was now replaced by a quivering frown.

" I'm not staying here."

" I don't understand,,"  Elek asked, confused. " D-did I do something wrong? What about your short-wave range transmission project? We're still working on that for the confer-"

" Elek." Nicole interrupted again, his pitch more forceful. " It's not you. It's my parents. I'm leaving Boston. Permanently."

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He wasn't surprised by the letter on his desk when he came back to Boston General late at night. The throes of anger and frustration had left him with no energy to feel anything at the moment. He picked it up, glancing past the stamp of a snake eating its own tail, and unfolded the letter to read it.

> YOU TOOK YOUR FIRST STEP.

> DISTRACTIONS ARE A WEAKNESS IN OUR LINE OF WORK.

> INVITATION STILL AWAITS.

> MAKE THE WORLD MOVE.

Elek stared at the paper for a while before wordlessly scrunching it up into a ball and tossing it into a paper waste bin. He rummaged around in his cupboard, eventually taking out a paper box of matches. He brushed the match head slowly against the abrasive strip, setting it aflame. Elek watched stonily , letting let it burn until the flame danced near the edge of his fingers. He then threw the ember into the bin and watched as the note caught fire.

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_{Location: Base Alpha, Dundas Island}

Time of Trouble#1.002:>sys.call

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_{Interaction(s): N/A}

Previously: N/A

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" I'm being permanently reassigned to the Enforcement Division?"

It was late afternoon at Base Alpha and Elek was still feeling the jet-lag from flying all the way from the other side of the east coast. Instead of retiring to the comforting safety of his office room to sleep it off, he responded to the summons of Deptuy Director Executive Morris. It was as the director put it, 'a meeting of the utmost urgency'.

Morris's office was spartan. There was a sense of organisation that Elek could begrudgingly respect, although, he found it all so restricting. His table, carved out of glistening oak, laid in the centre of the room. A series of filing cabinets imprinted with metal labels occupied the left wall whilst a small squat shelf filled with folders and various books sat on the right. There were few affectations, only a small photoframe on his table showing Morris sitting on a couch alongside his wife and a few small figures which Elek assumed were his children. The walls were bare and two 24 hour analog clocks were in the room, one above Morris's head and the other above the door. There was enough space to walk but not enough to do anything else. Compact and efficient.

Morris replied to his question with a glum, tactiturn demeanor, flicking through sheafs of departmental forms to sign off on. His peppery hair was cropped flat and thin, knobbled fingers held a blue fountain pen. His movements were quick and deft, writing with the vigor of a man twenty years younger.

" Wasn't my decision. It was Dunusque. Departments are doing some restructuring. Apparently, your newest detail requires you to step away from O.T for quite some time, Elek. Almost permanently."

Frustration wormed inside Elek like a fever. This was what he got after spending five years in Operational Technology as one of its best agents? It wasn't out of enjoyment. If he was relegated to the Enforcement Division, he would have less free time to pursue some of his other activities. Activities that would be increasingly harder to hide under the scrutiny of some departmental bureaucrat from Enforcement. Elek coughed and spoke, forced politeness in his voice.

"  I think that my appraisal for the position of Executive Assistant Director in O.T was being reviewed."

" And it's been summarily rejected," Morris said plainly.

" Not until I get an explanation."  Elek waited for Morris's reaction but the department head didn't even raise an eyebrow, simply continuing to sign his documents. "I still think I deserve to have some measure of responsibilites in O.T-"

Morris's fist slammed on the desk, sending a few papers flying.

" For fuck sake's, Elek, do I have to spell it out for you?! "

Hearing Morris, the stickler for rules and decorum, swearing was akin to seeing a solar eclipse for the first time.

" My work on HypeOS was allowed the department to radically improve H.E.L.P's servers and -!," Elek was on the cusp of a incensed rant but Morris cut him short, now standing up and looking down at him with barely disguised anger.

" Yes, brilliant work that you've done with HypeOS. I'll admit that you've driven down costs, pushed our logistical infrastructure to the next decade and kept our cybersecurity on the forefront. However, no engineer that I've been able to recruit has been able to read through your fucking code or firmware! You refuse to train any agents to pick up where you left off. Your insistence on working as a one man team has made our digital forensics team lazy and worst of all, no one knows how to maintain it except you! "

Morris took a breath to compose himself before continuing on.

" You are an asshole to work with. Even those that praise you admit that about you.  It's not a quirk. It's not some sign of your genius personality or a maverick. You are just a pain in my ass." Morris's gaze softened, breaking the sternness in his lecture. " It's much of my department's fault for relying on a hyperhuman as it is yours. One man isn't an island, Elek. Especially in our line of work. "

Elek watched his superior sit back down and return back to signing the ever growing pile of paperwork  on his desk, signalling the discussion was over.

" You are an invaluable asset. You are one of the most talented programmers of this generation. Your powers are without compare. But that's useless if you can't work effectively in a team. Until you learn how to work well with people you do not like, I will not let you back into O.T. Now, get the fuck out of my office."

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An hour later, Elek closed the door to his office, his fingers peeling off the door knob slowly and then, despondently returned to sit on his desk.

His office was dotted with piles of books, papers and disassembled computers, circuits and wires pouring out like roadkill. He gingerly stepped around them until he reached his desk. It was a behemoth, two desks joined to the sides of one disk perpendicularly. There was only a single CRT monitor, flickering errantly,, but a thousand cables and wires grew out of the back, connecting to a tower-like structure at the backwall. It was a monolith of whirring fans and blinking diodes and possibly the most powerful computer he could create on H.E.L.P's budget. His desired one would have. There was no keyboard and mouse, not with his abilities.

How the hell was he going to move this all later? Elek's stomach growled and he realised that he hadn't eaten anything for 24 hours since returning from New York. The CRT monitor whirred to life with a momentary thought from his mind and a few mental system calls to his computer summoned his latest pet project to life.

>>elek: transmit scheduleled call for cheese pizza to following address at Alpha Base.

>>eric2: <QUERY> what is cheese?

>> elek: processed cow's milk.

>> eric2: <PROCESSING>. <ANALYSING>. <QUERY> parameters seem to fit butter. <ERROR> parameters fit curds. <ERROR> parameters fit milkshake.

>> elek: stop, eric2. Shut down.

>>eric2: <STATEMENT> will begin analysis of all dairy products. <ANALYSING> entering EPA/USADA/AFFC Repository. beginning analysis of all bovine products...

Elek groaned and cradled his face into his hands.

Artificial intelligence was a bitch.

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> P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N > P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ NAME: | Elek Alm Keyer _______________________________________________________________________ STATUS: | Active _______________________________________________________________________ INDEX DATE: | 1990/09/15 _______________________________________________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH: | 1967/03/16 _______________________________________________________________________ ALIAS(ES): | Eric Arneson, The Phreak, $under_w@lker _______________________________________________________________________ RESIDENCE: | America _______________________________________________________________________ CITIZENSHIP: | American, Poland _______________________________________________________________________ CLEARANCE LEVEL: | Special Agent > B A C K G R O U N D > B A C K G R O U N D ________________________________________________________________________________________ >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ gpg --output Personal_Biography.txt --decrypt Diary_Entry_242.gpg gpg: encrypted with 1 passphrase Enter passphrase for encrypted_file.gpg: ************ gpg: Decryption successful >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ ls Personal_Biography.txt encrypted_file.gpg original_file.txt >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ ./read Personal_Biography.txt** To be east of the Iron Curtain in the 60s was akin to having steel fingers wrap around your throat every single day. You either learned to live with less and less air each day or you died. Elek's parents learnt this the hard way, hoping that the fall of Nazi Germany would usher in a new era of peace and prosperity but instead, their country traded one would-be conqueror for another. Elek was born under the eve of the Catalyst. He awoke to the dim glow of a fluorescent lightbulb and inside a cramped mold-infested bathroom that was only big enough for one person. It was at a young age that he learnt about the real and hidden rules of the world he lived in. He learnt about the rules that could be broken when he plucked wild strawberries growing under a military guard post in the thick of night and the rules that couldn't broken when his uncle was executed for trafficking western films into the depths of the eastern bloc. Furthermore, Elek displayed abnormal behaviour during his pre-adolescent years, saying that he heard the call of spirits in the walls. His parents became worried about his behaviour and how it would attract attention from the state police. Already, rumours of individuals with supernatural powers had spread throughout the Soviet Union and after the Catalyst event, their neighbour's trigger fingers were itchy. His parents sought the help of a state psychologist at a young age who had diagnosed him with ADHD and Elek was treated with a cocktail of thorazine alongside a battery of outdated treatments from the Stalin era of psychiatry. Slowly but surely, the whispers at night faded but something changed in Elek. His mind felt bound. Waking up felt more of a chore. In some way, he felt a part of him had been cut out. In truth, Elek' was compeltely misdiagnosed. It wasn't ADHD. It was his burgeoning hyperhuman abilities. The whispers he was hearing were from a high frequency storm of radio broadcasts, telecommunication waves and satellite signals. Seeing that there was no future for their son in an authoritarian state, the Keyers made their move. His mother tugged on the heartstrings of a Gdansk border official at twilight. Whilst the guard was distracted, his father shoved a screwdriver back. By the time the guards discovered his corpse, the Keyers had fled to Stockholm, using fake papers they had procured from the Soviet black market. There, the Keyers became the Arnesons and soon, they were on a lobster shipping trawler to Boston Harbor. In the USA, Elek's parents sought to ply the trades they learnt in university. His mother approached accounting firms with a moldy old certificate from the University of Moscow whereas his father found his home in the electronics industry. Growing up in America was difficult for Elek as he struggled to communicate, to connect with his schoolmates on the playground with his passable fluency in English. Even when he became proficient, they still ignored him. Elek turned to troublemaking as a means of dealing with his frustrations, a sign of things to come. Frequent meetings were held between his parents and his homeschool teachers for acts of vagrancy including lockpicking, messing around his school's fire alarm and making inappropriate announcements on the school's personal speaker system. His mother and father disagreed on how best to deal with Elek's errant behaviour. His mother suggested they send him to a boarding school, preferably military. His father preferred a more subtle approach. For Elek's 15th birthday, his father brought a old Commodore 64 to him and Elek was hooked. The purity of coding, the clarity of the machine catalyzed something within his mind. However, he couldn't make heads or tails of it. Elek sought to understand what was being spoken and so, sought out the help of his neighborhood's computer club. It was located at his local library, down the corner of a lot of mom and pop cigarette shops. With the assistance of hobbyist programmers and software engineers who were amused at the sight of a child typing basic scripts on a keyboard, Elek went from being an amateur to a capable programmer at the age of 8. One morning, on a cold Saturday, Elek began to hear the same whispers again but they were different. I He saw the language of the world flowing through his mind, roads of binary data streaming through fiber optic cables and blocks of machine code imprinted onto motherboards. The storm of 1's and 0's that blinded him for months eventually crystallized into clear, crisp blocks of code. The revelation was akin to seeing color for the first time when the world had been black and white for most of his life. Meanwhile, in those early days, the computer club exposed Elek to the world of hacking from old beatniks and DIY enthusiasts who took him in like a little brother. They taught him the ethos of hacking, about how technology needed to be explored, to be pushed to its limit in order to understand it. That short brief era of peace was disrupted when the police department arrested several members of the computer club for exposing security flaws within a local branch of Deustche Bank. His mother pulled his membership from the computer club and Elek returned to the boring world of middle school and high school, saddened over the loss of a fraternity that he'd been a part of. When he turned 18 and joined MIT's prestigious computer engineering program, Elek's powers had grown tremendously. Telecommunication and computurized networks were his to poke around like a pig in a truffle farm. Manipulating machines were becoming more and more akin to breathing to him. Still, he had remained on the periphery, quietly using his abilities for convenience or minor personal gain, never for interfering in the affairs of others. Then, in his second year, he found out that one of his friends had been assaulted by a group of upper class fresh graduates during their graduation party. They'd called it hazing. Elek saw it for what it was; bullying. It was a glitch to him, a bug that needed to be removed. So, he hacked their shitty little Apples and their Macintoshes, cracking open their accounts with a simple password guessing script and publishing all of their dirty little secrets on MIT's bulletin board. He cracked open their bank accounts, spoofing their identities and transferring most of their savings into a animal welfare charity for shits and giggles. He hacked their school records and edited them in such a way that they would apepar to be obviously falsified. The next term, all of the people who had assaulted his friend were gone, having transferred to another college out of embarassment. It was at that moment that Elek discovered the thrill, the joy of owning someone's information, of having their fate in his hands. He didn't care about making the world better but he sure as hell didn't like people who tried to make the world worse. > R E C R U I T M E N T > R E C R U I T M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Throughout his undergraduate degree, Elek dove back into the world of underground hacking with a vengeance, operating under the psuedonym of under_walker. He quickly developed a reputation as a daring yet taciturn hacker, publishing the results and methods of his hacks in a byzantine manner online. None of his hacks could be replicated in spite of the instructions due to the use of his Hyperhuman abilities to help smooth over the innate challenges in implementing some of his methods in a normal manner. This streak of hacking eventually culminated in the infamous Triangle Hack. The details are sparse but in the most overt usage of his Hyperhuman abilities yet, Elek managed to hack the IRS by gaining superuser privileges over most of their eastern board mainframe network. From there, he was able to provide dozens of "positive" tax returns to numerous underprivileged communities. The attempt had left Elek in a coma for 2 days but the damage was massive, costing the IRS 10 million dollars in damages. After letting things cool off for two months, Elek returned for his final exams, only to be called up to the dean's office. He walked up, calm and assured. He made sure to wipe traces of his connection from the IRS servers and kept his identity anonymous on the boards. There was no way the CIA, NSA or FBI could have traced him. When he opened the door, it wasn't the dean who greeted him but one Tiberius Church. Tiberius offered him an ultimatum: join H.E.L.P or be imprisoned in a state of the art Hyperhuman facility. After one dinner and an hour of tense negotiations later, Elek made his choice. > C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U > C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U ________________________________________________________________________________________ Since joining the Bureau, Elek has served a unique role in H.E.L.P's operational technology department as its resident specialist Hyperhuman. His knowledge in computer systems and programming coupled with the technological hyperhuman abilities have made him invaluable to the organisation when it comes to cases or investigations requiring a touch of digital forensics, electronic surveillance or cyberwarfare. When a building surveillance needs to be hacked or a potential target needs to be tracked, Elek is often the first one to be assigned. During assignments, Elek often prefers dealing with his targets from far away behind the safety of a monitor or in a covert manner rather than being face to face with his targets, in spite of frustration from his superiors. His talents and operational approach given rise to the nickname: "Phreak" in reference to the era of telecommunications hacking that arose during the 70s. However, his methods have garnered consternation from some of his senior and fellow agents outside of the operational technology department who perceive his remote methods as evidence of a lack of commitment or courage. His reclusive and laconic persona does little to help soothe over any issues in teamwork or collaboration that may arise during fieldwork. His 'extra-curricular' activities, as Elek refers to them, are continuously monitored by his superiors. In spite of warnings and threats of incarceration, Elek continues to be defiant, routinely engaging in a bit of off-the-books hacking every now and then when it interests him.

> P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N > P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ > P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N > P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N _________________________________________________________ RACE: | Eurasian _________________________________________________________________ SEX: | Male _________________________________________________________________ HEIGHT: | 6'-1" _________________________________________________________________ WEIGHT: | 175 lbs _________________________________________________________________ HAIR COLOUR: | Grey _________________________________________________________________ HAIR LENGTH: | Clipped _________________________________________________________________ EYE COLOUR: | Hazel _________________________________________________________________ HANDEDNESS: | Left > A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S > A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S _________________________________________________________ > H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T E C H N O P A T H Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Electromagnetic __POWER SCALE || 6 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || S I G M A Elek's primary hyperhuman ability is technopathy: the ability to mentally control, communicate and interface with all forms of electronic technology via the usage of HZE-induced electromagnetic manipulation with a secondary ability to detect and process most forms of electromagnetic phenomena. Researchers in the Sciences Division have speculated that Elek's original abilities were broad electomagnetic wave manipulation but early exposure to antipsychotics during his childhood led to a formation of a mental block in his powers. It may be possible for Elek to access his original abilities with rigorous counselling and psychotherapy but he has frequently resisted attempts, believing his powers to be perfect the way they are. Elek's perception of electromagnetic phenomena is omnidirectional and does not rely on line of sight for detection. He is able to mentally visualise the precise direction, location and of electromagnetic wave, though, he is primarily limited to low frequency electromagnetic waves. He is able to control his awareness, blocking out background frequencies to focus on specific signals or mute his senses entirely. He is able to broadly detect other higher frequencies on the electromagnetic spectrum such as visible light, ultraviolet and radiation in his surrounding environment but is unable to discern specific characteristics about them. Elek's control of technology is achieved primarily through emission of electromagnetic waves through touch based or remote contact. Through creative use of both his electromagnetic detection and manipulation of technology, Elek can effortlessly interpret and control all facets of any technology he encounters such as its firmware, software, stored data, network connections and subsystems. However, a quirk of Elek's technopathy is his usage of programming languages for abstraction visualization of the electromagnetic spectrum and as a heuristic tool for his powers. Elek's mentally interprets all forms of electromagnetic data and wave emissions as abstract blocks of code and manipulates technologies by mentally constructing and transmitting code in the form of scripts or programs. Compared to other similar Hyperhuman twith cyberpathy, Elek's method is more precise and efficient in terms of control and energy but is slower and requires extraneous knowledge to mentally write each line of code. Elek's quirk also enables him to upload software or firmware onto each technology such as malware new features and rudimentary virtual intelligences. Each language is fast and efficient in its specific use case. Incorrect usage of a programming language or bad code can possibly result in lag, ineffectiveness or possible unintended behaviour. Elek, therefore, must be careful with his chosen language. The current list of languages that Elek deploys and their specific roles are as follows: C: C to Elek is his workhorse for technological manipulation as it achieves a blance in terms of efficiency, speed and reliability. Assembly: The most simplest and hardest to use. Elek primarily uses the Assembly language as both a means of quickly crashing/destroying machinery through buggy overflow injections/bitflips and when he requires microscopic precision with his technopathic powers. C++: Used interchangably with C, C++ is used by Elek when it comes to complex software creation such as virtual intelligences, viruses or replicating programs. Perl: Elek's most high-level language. Perl places the least amount of mental stress due to its higher level of abstraction but lacks the precision when it comes to C or C++. Elek's preferred usage for Python is to deploy quick and dirty scripts or software when he needs something ad hoc and fast. Bsh: Bsh scripting is the equivalent of a compass by Elek and is used as his primary tool for interpreting and navigating server systems COBOL: Elek's most hated language and yet the most necessary. It's the best in his toolbox when it comes to cracking the security of large institutions, particularly banks, government agencies (like the IRS), healthcare, supermarket retail chains and airliners. > L I M I T A T I O N S The very quirk that enables Elek's technopathy is perhaps one of his most fatal flaws. Elek must continuously learn and adapt to new programming languages and code. If Elek encounters a new form of coding paradigm or language on a piece of technology, he must first study and understand it before he can effectively manipulate it. His technopathy gives him an advantage when it comes to learning but not to the point of effortlessly becoming a savant. Logically, Elek is unable to manipulate any non-electronic device or any device that operates on non-electronic mechanisms with his coworkers often teasing him about it. EM or RF shielding devices such as faraday cages, copper/aluminium shielding or carbon-polymer plastics can also interfere with his ability to effectively control technology. The maximum range of Elek's powers varies with the amount of physical and natural obstructions in the environment. In an open, natural environment such as a forest or a desert, his maximum range measures over 500 meters in radius. > W E A K N E S S E S Urban materials such as concrete or rubber can dampen the range of Elek's abilities. Electromagnetic pulses or activity can also briefly 'short-circuit' Elek's abilities for a short period of time. Usage of Elek's technopathy can result in both physical and mental overstrain.and increase his cerebral temperature to dangerous levels if he does not rest and recuperate. Foods rich in short-chain carbohydrates and fish oils are needed to maintain optimal efficiency of Elek's powers.

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> P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N > P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ NAME: | Elek Alm Keyer _______________________________________________________________________ STATUS: | Active _______________________________________________________________________ INDEX DATE: | 1990/09/15 _______________________________________________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH: | 1967/03/16 _______________________________________________________________________ ALIAS(ES): | Eric Arneson, The Phreak, $under_w@lker _______________________________________________________________________ RESIDENCE: | America _______________________________________________________________________ CITIZENSHIP: | American, Poland _______________________________________________________________________ CLEARANCE LEVEL: | Special Agent > B A C K G R O U N D > B A C K G R O U N D ________________________________________________________________________________________ >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ gpg --output Personal_Biography.txt --decrypt Diary_Entry_242.gpg gpg: encrypted with 1 passphrase Enter passphrase for encrypted_file.gpg: ************ gpg: Decryption successful >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ ls Personal_Biography.txt encrypted_file.gpg original_file.txt >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ ./read Personal_Biography.txt** To be east of the Iron Curtain in the 60s was akin to having steel fingers wrap around your throat every single day. You either learned to live with less and less air each day or you died. Elek's parents learnt this the hard way, hoping that the fall of Nazi Germany would usher in a new era of peace and prosperity but instead, their country traded one would-be conqueror for another. Elek was born under the eve of the Catalyst. He awoke to the dim glow of a fluorescent lightbulb and inside a cramped mold-infested bathroom that was only big enough for one person. It was at a young age that he learnt about the real and hidden rules of the world he lived in. He learnt about the rules that could be broken when he plucked wild strawberries growing under a military guard post in the thick of night and the rules that couldn't broken when his uncle was executed for trafficking western films into the depths of the eastern bloc. Furthermore, Elek displayed abnormal behaviour during his pre-adolescent years, saying that he heard the call of spirits in the walls. His parents became worried about his behaviour and how it would attract attention from the state police. Already, rumours of individuals with supernatural powers had spread throughout the Soviet Union and after the Catalyst event, their neighbour's trigger fingers were itchy. His parents sought the help of a state psychologist at a young age who had diagnosed him with ADHD and Elek was treated with a cocktail of thorazine alongside a battery of outdated treatments from the Stalin era of psychiatry. Slowly but surely, the whispers at night faded but something changed in Elek. His mind felt bound. Waking up felt more of a chore. In some way, he felt a part of him had been cut out. In truth, Elek' was compeltely misdiagnosed. It wasn't ADHD. It was his burgeoning hyperhuman abilities.  The whispers he was hearing were from a high frequency storm of radio broadcasts, telecommunication waves and satellite signals. Seeing that there was no future for their son in an authoritarian state, the Keyers made their move. His mother tugged on the heartstrings of a Gdansk border official at twilight. Whilst the guard was distracted, his father shoved a screwdriver back. By the time the guards discovered his corpse, the Keyers had fled to Stockholm, using fake papers they had procured from the Soviet black market. There, the Keyers became the Arnesons and soon, they were on a lobster shipping trawler to Boston Harbor. In the USA, Elek's parents sought to ply the trades they learnt in university. His mother approached  accounting firms with a moldy old certificate from the University of Moscow whereas his father found his home in the electronics industry. Growing up in America was difficult for Elek as he struggled to communicate, to connect with his schoolmates on the playground with his passable fluency in English. Even when he became proficient, they still ignored him. Elek turned to troublemaking as a means of dealing with his frustrations, a sign of things to come. Frequent meetings were held between his parents and his homeschool teachers for acts of vagrancy including lockpicking, messing around his school's fire alarm and making inappropriate announcements on the school's personal speaker system. His mother and father disagreed on how best to deal with Elek's errant behaviour. His mother suggested they send him to a boarding school, preferably military. His father preferred a more subtle approach. For Elek's 15th birthday, his father brought a old Commodore 64 to him and Elek was hooked. The purity of coding, the clarity of the machine catalyzed something within his mind. However, he couldn't make heads or tails of it. Elek sought to understand what was being spoken and so, sought out the help of his neighborhood's computer club. It was located at his local library, down the corner of a lot of mom and pop cigarette shops. With the assistance of hobbyist programmers and software engineers who were amused at the sight of a child typing basic scripts on a keyboard, Elek went from being an amateur to a capable programmer at the age of 8. One morning, on a cold Saturday, Elek began to hear the same whispers again but they were different. I He saw the language of the world flowing through his mind, roads of binary data streaming through fiber optic cables and blocks of machine code imprinted onto motherboards. The storm of 1's and 0's that blinded him for months eventually crystallized into clear, crisp blocks of code. The revelation was akin to seeing color for the first time when the world had been black and white for most of his life. Meanwhile, in those early days, the computer club exposed Elek to the world of hacking from old beatniks and DIY enthusiasts who took him in like a little brother. They taught him the ethos of hacking, about how technology needed to be explored, to be pushed to its limit in order to understand it. That short brief era of peace was disrupted when the police department arrested several members of the computer club for exposing security flaws within a local branch of Deustche Bank. His mother pulled his membership from the computer club and Elek returned to the boring world of middle school and high school, saddened over the loss of a fraternity that he'd been a part of. When he turned 18 and joined MIT's prestigious computer engineering program, Elek's powers had grown tremendously. Telecommunication and computurized networks were his to poke around like a pig in a truffle farm. Manipulating machines were becoming more and more akin to breathing to him. Still, he had remained on the periphery, quietly using his abilities for convenience or minor personal gain, never for interfering in the affairs of others. Then, in his second year, he found out that one of his friends had been assaulted by a group of upper class fresh graduates during their graduation party. They'd called it hazing. Elek saw it for what it was; bullying. It was a glitch to him, a bug that needed to be removed. So, he hacked their shitty little Apples and their Macintoshes, cracking open their accounts with a simple password guessing script and publishing all of their dirty little secrets on MIT's bulletin board. He cracked open their bank accounts, spoofing their identities and transferring most of their savings into a animal welfare charity for shits and giggles. He hacked their school records and edited them in such a way that they would apepar to be obviously falsified.  The next term, all of the people who had assaulted his friend were gone, having transferred to another college out of embarassment. It was at that moment that Elek discovered the thrill, the joy of owning someone's information, of having their fate in his hands. He didn't care about making the world better but he sure as hell didn't like people who tried to make the world worse. > R E C R U I T M E N T > R E C R U I T M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Throughout his undergraduate degree, Elek dove back into the world of underground hacking with a vengeance, operating under the psuedonym of under_walker.  He quickly developed a reputation as a daring yet taciturn hacker, publishing the results and methods of his hacks in a byzantine manner online. None of his hacks could be replicated in spite of the instructions due to the use of his Hyperhuman abilities to help smooth over the innate challenges in implementing some of his methods in a normal manner. This streak of hacking eventually culminated in the infamous Triangle Hack. The details are sparse but in the most overt usage of his Hyperhuman abilities yet, Elek managed to hack the IRS by gaining superuser privileges over most of their eastern board mainframe network. From there, he was able to provide dozens of "positive" tax returns to numerous underprivileged communities. The attempt had left Elek in a coma for 2 days but the damage was massive, costing the IRS 10 million dollars in damages. After letting things cool off for two months, Elek returned for his final exams, only to be called up to the dean's office. He walked up, calm and assured. He made sure to wipe traces of his connection from the IRS servers and kept his identity anonymous on the boards. There was no way the CIA, NSA or FBI could have traced him. When he opened the door, it wasn't the dean who greeted him but one Tiberius Church. Tiberius offered him an ultimatum: join H.E.L.P or be imprisoned in a state of the art Hyperhuman facility. After one dinner and an hour of tense negotiations later, Elek made his choice. > C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U > C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U ________________________________________________________________________________________ Since joining the Bureau, Elek has served a unique role  in H.E.L.P's operational technology department as its resident specialist Hyperhuman. His knowledge in computer systems and programming coupled with the technological hyperhuman abilities have made him invaluable to the organisation when it comes to cases or investigations requiring a touch of digital forensics, electronic surveillance or cyberwarfare. When a building surveillance needs to be hacked or a potential target needs to be tracked, Elek is often the first one to be assigned. During assignments, Elek often prefers dealing with his targets from far away behind the safety of a monitor or in a covert manner rather than being face to face with his targets, in spite of frustration from his superiors. His talents and operational approach given rise to the nickname: "Phreak" in reference to the era of telecommunications hacking that arose during the 70s. However, his methods have garnered consternation from some of his senior and fellow agents outside of the operational technology department who perceive his remote methods as evidence of a lack of commitment or courage. His reclusive and laconic persona does little to help soothe over any issues in teamwork or collaboration that may arise during fieldwork. His 'extra-curricular' activities, as Elek refers to them, are continuously monitored by his superiors. In spite of warnings and threats of incarceration, Elek continues to be defiant, routinely engaging in a bit of off-the-books hacking every now and then when it interests him.

> P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N > P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ > P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N > P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N _________________________________________________________ RACE: | Eurasian _________________________________________________________________ SEX: | Male _________________________________________________________________ HEIGHT: | 6'-1" _________________________________________________________________ WEIGHT: | 175 lbs _________________________________________________________________ HAIR COLOUR: | Grey _________________________________________________________________ HAIR LENGTH: | Clipped _________________________________________________________________ EYE COLOUR: | Hazel _________________________________________________________________ HANDEDNESS: | Left > A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S > A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S _________________________________________________________ > H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T E C H N O P A T H Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Electromagnetic __POWER SCALE || 6 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || S I G M A Elek's primary hyperhuman ability is technopathy: the ability to mentally control, communicate and interface with all forms of electronic technology via the usage of HZE-induced electromagnetic manipulation with a secondary ability to detect and process most forms of electromagnetic phenomena. Researchers in the Sciences Division have speculated that Elek's original abilities were broad electomagnetic wave manipulation but early exposure to antipsychotics during his childhood led to a formation of a mental block in his powers. It may be possible for Elek to access his original abilities with rigorous counselling and psychotherapy but he has frequently resisted attempts, believing his powers to be perfect the way they are. Elek's perception of electromagnetic phenomena is omnidirectional and does not rely on line of sight for detection. He is able to mentally visualise the precise direction, location and of electromagnetic wave, though, he is primarily limited to low frequency electromagnetic waves. He is able to control his awareness, blocking out background frequencies to focus on specific signals or mute his senses entirely. He is able to broadly detect other higher frequencies on the electromagnetic spectrum such as visible light, ultraviolet and radiation in his surrounding environment but is unable to discern specific characteristics about them. Elek's control of technology is achieved primarily through emission of electromagnetic waves through touch based or remote contact. Through creative use of both his electromagnetic detection and manipulation of technology,  Elek can effortlessly interpret and control all facets of any technology he encounters such as its firmware, software, stored data, network connections and subsystems. However, a quirk of Elek's technopathy is his usage of programming languages for abstraction visualization of the electromagnetic spectrum and as a heuristic tool for his powers. Elek's mentally  interprets all forms of electromagnetic data and wave emissions as abstract blocks of code and manipulates technologies by mentally  constructing and transmitting code in the form of scripts or programs. Compared to other similar Hyperhuman twith cyberpathy, Elek's method is more precise and efficient in terms of control and energy but is slower and requires extraneous knowledge to mentally write each line of code. Elek's quirk also enables him to upload software or firmware onto each technology such as malware new features and rudimentary virtual intelligences. Each language is fast and efficient in its specific use case. Incorrect usage of a programming language or bad code can possibly result in lag, ineffectiveness or possible unintended behaviour. Elek, therefore, must be careful with his chosen language. The current list of languages that Elek deploys and their specific roles are as follows: C: C to Elek is his workhorse for technological manipulation as it achieves a blance in terms of efficiency, speed and reliability. Assembly: The most simplest and hardest to use. Elek primarily uses the Assembly language as both a means of quickly crashing/destroying machinery through buggy overflow injections/bitflips and when he requires microscopic precision with his technopathic powers. C++: Used interchangably with C, C++ is used by Elek when it comes to complex software creation such as virtual intelligences, viruses or replicating programs. Perl: Elek's most high-level language. Perl places the least amount of mental stress due to its higher level of abstraction but lacks the precision when it comes to C or C++. Elek's preferred usage for Python is to deploy quick and dirty scripts or software when he needs something ad hoc and fast. Bsh: Bsh scripting is the equivalent of a compass by Elek and is used as his primary tool for interpreting and navigating server systems COBOL: Elek's most hated language and yet the most necessary. It's the best in his toolbox when it comes to cracking the security of large institutions, particularly banks, government agencies (like the IRS), healthcare, supermarket retail chains and airliners. > L I M I T A T I O N S The very quirk that enables Elek's technopathy is perhaps one of his most fatal flaws. Elek must continuously learn and adapt to new programming languages and code. If Elek encounters a new form of coding paradigm or language on a piece of technology, he must first study and understand it before he can effectively manipulate it. His technopathy gives him an advantage when it comes to learning but not to the point of effortlessly becoming a savant. Logically, Elek is unable to manipulate any non-electronic device or any device that operates on non-electronic mechanisms with his coworkers often teasing him about it. EM or RF shielding devices such as faraday cages, copper/aluminium shielding or carbon-polymer plastics can also interfere with his ability to effectively control technology. The maximum range of Elek's powers varies with the amount of physical and natural obstructions in the environment. In an open, natural environment such as a forest or a desert, his maximum range measures over 500 meters in radius. > W E A K N E S S E S Urban materials such as concrete or rubber can dampen the range of Elek's abilities. Electromagnetic pulses or activity can also briefly 'short-circuit' Elek's abilities for a short period of time. Usage of Elek's technopathy can result in both physical and mental overstrain.and increase his cerebral temperature to dangerous levels if he does not rest and recuperate. Foods rich in short-chain carbohydrates and fish oils are needed to maintain optimal efficiency of Elek's powers.

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> P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N > P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ NAME: | Elek Alm Keyer _______________________________________________________________________ STATUS: | Active _______________________________________________________________________ INDEX DATE: | 1990/09/15 _______________________________________________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH: | 1967/03/16 _______________________________________________________________________ ALIAS(ES): | Eric Arneson, The Phreak, $under_w@lker _______________________________________________________________________ RESIDENCE: | America _______________________________________________________________________ CITIZENSHIP: | American, Poland _______________________________________________________________________ CLEARANCE LEVEL: | Special Agent > B A C K G R O U N D > B A C K G R O U N D ________________________________________________________________________________________ >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ gpg --output Personal_Biography.txt --decrypt Diary_Entry_242.gpg gpg: encrypted with 1 passphrase Enter passphrase for encrypted_file.gpg: ************ gpg: Decryption successful >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ ls Personal_Biography.txt encrypted_file.gpg original_file.txt >under_strider_4532@hyperOS: ~$ ./read Personal_Biography.txt** To be east of the Iron Curtain in the 60s was akin to having steel fingers wrap around your throat every single day. You either learned to live with less and less air each day or you died. Elek's parents learnt this the hard way, hoping that the fall of Nazi Germany would usher in a new era of peace and prosperity but instead, their country traded one would-be conqueror for another. Elek was born under the eve of the Catalyst. He awoke to the dim glow of a fluorescent lightbulb and inside a cramped mold-infested bathroom that was only big enough for one person. It was at a young age that he learnt about the real and hidden rules of the world he lived in. He learnt about the rules that could be broken when he plucked wild strawberries growing under a military guard post in the thick of night and the rules that couldn't broken when his uncle was executed for trafficking western films into the depths of the eastern bloc. Furthermore, Elek displayed abnormal behaviour during his pre-adolescent years, saying that he heard the call of spirits in the walls. His parents became worried about his behaviour and how it would attract attention from the state police. Already, rumours of individuals with supernatural powers had spread throughout the Soviet Union and after the Catalyst event, their neighbour's trigger fingers were itchy. His parents sought the help of a state psychologist at a young age who had diagnosed him with ADHD and Elek was treated with a cocktail of thorazine alongside a battery of outdated treatments from the Stalin era of psychiatry. Slowly but surely, the whispers at night faded but something changed in Elek. His mind felt bound. Waking up felt more of a chore. In some way, he felt a part of him had been cut out. In truth, Elek' was compeltely misdiagnosed. It wasn't ADHD. It was his burgeoning hyperhuman abilities.  The whispers he was hearing were from a high frequency storm of radio broadcasts, telecommunication waves and satellite signals. Seeing that there was no future for their son in an authoritarian state, the Keyers made their move. His mother tugged on the heartstrings of a Gdansk border official at twilight. Whilst the guard was distracted, his father shoved a screwdriver back. By the time the guards discovered his corpse, the Keyers had fled to Stockholm, using fake papers they had procured from the Soviet black market. There, the Keyers became the Arnesons and soon, they were on a lobster shipping trawler to Boston Harbor. In the USA, Elek's parents sought to ply the trades they learnt in university. His mother approached  accounting firms with a moldy old certificate from the University of Moscow whereas his father found his home in the electronics industry. Growing up in America was difficult for Elek as he struggled to communicate, to connect with his schoolmates on the playground with his passable fluency in English. Even when he became proficient, they still ignored him. Elek turned to troublemaking as a means of dealing with his frustrations, a sign of things to come. Frequent meetings were held between his parents and his homeschool teachers for acts of vagrancy including lockpicking, messing around his school's fire alarm and making inappropriate announcements on the school's personal speaker system. His mother and father disagreed on how best to deal with Elek's errant behaviour. His mother suggested they send him to a boarding school, preferably military. His father preferred a more subtle approach. For Elek's 15th birthday, his father brought a old Commodore 64 to him and Elek was hooked. The purity of coding, the clarity of the machine catalyzed something within his mind. However, he couldn't make heads or tails of it. Elek sought to understand what was being spoken and so, sought out the help of his neighborhood's computer club. It was located at his local library, down the corner of a lot of mom and pop cigarette shops. With the assistance of hobbyist programmers and software engineers who were amused at the sight of a child typing basic scripts on a keyboard, Elek went from being an amateur to a capable programmer at the age of 8. One morning, on a cold Saturday, Elek began to hear the same whispers again but they were different. I He saw the language of the world flowing through his mind, roads of binary data streaming through fiber optic cables and blocks of machine code imprinted onto motherboards. The storm of 1's and 0's that blinded him for months eventually crystallized into clear, crisp blocks of code. The revelation was akin to seeing color for the first time when the world had been black and white for most of his life. Meanwhile, in those early days, the computer club exposed Elek to the world of hacking from old beatniks and DIY enthusiasts who took him in like a little brother. They taught him the ethos of hacking, about how technology needed to be explored, to be pushed to its limit in order to understand it. That short brief era of peace was disrupted when the police department arrested several members of the computer club for exposing security flaws within a local branch of Deustche Bank. His mother pulled his membership from the computer club and Elek returned to the boring world of middle school and high school, saddened over the loss of a fraternity that he'd been a part of. When he turned 18 and joined MIT's prestigious computer engineering program, Elek's powers had grown tremendously. Telecommunication and computurized networks were his to poke around like a pig in a truffle farm. Manipulating machines were becoming more and more akin to breathing to him. Still, he had remained on the periphery, quietly using his abilities for convenience or minor personal gain, never for interfering in the affairs of others. Then, in his second year, he found out that one of his friends had been assaulted by a group of upper class fresh graduates during their graduation party. They'd called it hazing. Elek saw it for what it was; bullying. It was a glitch to him, a bug that needed to be removed. So, he hacked their shitty little Apples and their Macintoshes, cracking open their accounts with a simple password guessing script and publishing all of their dirty little secrets on MIT's bulletin board. He cracked open their bank accounts, spoofing their identities and transferring most of their savings into a animal welfare charity for shits and giggles. He hacked their school records and edited them in such a way that they would apepar to be obviously falsified.  The next term, all of the people who had assaulted his friend were gone, having transferred to another college out of embarassment. It was at that moment that Elek discovered the thrill, the joy of owning someone's information, of having their fate in his hands. He didn't care about making the world better but he sure as hell didn't like people who tried to make the world worse. > R E C R U I T M E N T > R E C R U I T M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Throughout his undergraduate degree, Elek dove back into the world of underground hacking with a vengeance, operating under the psuedonym of under_walker.  He quickly developed a reputation as a daring yet taciturn hacker, publishing the results and methods of his hacks in a byzantine manner online. None of his hacks could be replicated in spite of the instructions due to the use of his Hyperhuman abilities to help smooth over the innate challenges in implementing some of his methods in a normal manner. This streak of hacking eventually culminated in the infamous Triangle Hack. The details are sparse but in the most overt usage of his Hyperhuman abilities yet, Elek managed to hack the IRS by gaining superuser privileges over most of their eastern board mainframe network. From there, he was able to provide dozens of "positive" tax returns to numerous underprivileged communities. The attempt had left Elek in a coma for 2 days but the damage was massive, costing the IRS 10 million dollars in damages. After letting things cool off for two months, Elek returned for his final exams, only to be called up to the dean's office. He walked up, calm and assured. He made sure to wipe traces of his connection from the IRS servers and kept his identity anonymous on the boards. There was no way the CIA, NSA or FBI could have traced him. When he opened the door, it wasn't the dean who greeted him but one Tiberius Church. Tiberius offered him an ultimatum: join H.E.L.P or be imprisoned in a state of the art Hyperhuman facility. After one dinner and an hour of tense negotiations later, Elek made his choice. > C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U > C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U ________________________________________________________________________________________ Since joining the Bureau, Elek has served a unique role  in H.E.L.P's operational technology department as its resident specialist Hyperhuman. His knowledge in computer systems and programming coupled with the technological hyperhuman abilities have made him invaluable to the organisation when it comes to cases or investigations requiring a touch of digital forensics, electronic surveillance or cyberwarfare. When a building surveillance needs to be hacked or a potential target needs to be tracked, Elek is often the first one to be assigned. During assignments, Elek often prefers dealing with his targets from far away behind the safety of a monitor or in a covert manner rather than being face to face with his targets, in spite of frustration from his superiors. His talents and operational approach given rise to the nickname: "Phreak" in reference to the era of telecommunications hacking that arose during the 70s. However, his methods have garnered consternation from some of his senior and fellow agents outside of the operational technology department who perceive his remote methods as evidence of a lack of commitment or courage. His reclusive and laconic persona does little to help soothe over any issues in teamwork or collaboration that may arise during fieldwork. His 'extra-curricular' activities, as Elek refers to them, are continuously monitored by his superiors. In spite of warnings and threats of incarceration, Elek continues to be defiant, routinely engaging in a bit of off-the-books hacking every now and then when it interests him.

> P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N > P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ > P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N > P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N _________________________________________________________ RACE: | Eurasian _________________________________________________________________ SEX: | Male _________________________________________________________________ HEIGHT: | 6'-1" _________________________________________________________________ WEIGHT: | 175 lbs _________________________________________________________________ HAIR COLOUR: | Grey _________________________________________________________________ HAIR LENGTH: | Clipped _________________________________________________________________ EYE COLOUR: | Hazel _________________________________________________________________ HANDEDNESS: | Left > A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S > A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S _________________________________________________________ > H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T E C H N O P A T H Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Electromagnetic __POWER SCALE || 6 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || S I G M A Elek's primary hyperhuman ability is technopathy: the ability to mentally control, communicate and interface with all forms of electronic technology via the usage of HZE-induced electromagnetic manipulation with a secondary ability to detect and process most forms of electromagnetic phenomena. Researchers in the Sciences Division have speculated that Elek's original abilities were broad electomagnetic wave manipulation but early exposure to antipsychotics during his childhood led to a formation of a mental block in his powers. It may be possible for Elek to access his original abilities with rigorous counselling and psychotherapy but he has frequently resisted attempts, believing his powers to be perfect the way they are. Elek's perception of electromagnetic phenomena is omnidirectional and does not rely on line of sight for detection. He is able to mentally visualise the precise direction, location and of electromagnetic wave, though, he is primarily limited to low frequency electromagnetic waves. He is able to control his awareness, blocking out background frequencies to focus on specific signals or mute his senses entirely. He is able to broadly detect other higher frequencies on the electromagnetic spectrum such as visible light, ultraviolet and radiation in his surrounding environment but is unable to discern specific characteristics about them. Elek's control of technology is achieved primarily through emission of electromagnetic waves through touch based or remote contact. Through creative use of both his electromagnetic detection and manipulation of technology,  Elek can effortlessly interpret and control all facets of any technology he encounters such as its firmware, software, stored data, network connections and subsystems. However, a quirk of Elek's technopathy is his usage of programming languages for abstraction visualization of the electromagnetic spectrum and as a heuristic tool for his powers. Elek's mentally  interprets all forms of electromagnetic data and wave emissions as abstract blocks of code and manipulates technologies by mentally  constructing and transmitting code in the form of scripts or programs. Compared to other similar Hyperhuman twith cyberpathy, Elek's method is more precise and efficient in terms of control and energy but is slower and requires extraneous knowledge to mentally write each line of code. Elek's quirk also enables him to upload software or firmware onto each technology such as malware new features and rudimentary virtual intelligences. Each language is fast and efficient in its specific use case. Incorrect usage of a programming language or bad code can possibly result in lag, ineffectiveness or possible unintended behaviour. Elek, therefore, must be careful with his chosen language. The current list of languages that Elek deploys and their specific roles are as follows: C: C to Elek is his workhorse for technological manipulation as it achieves a blance in terms of efficiency, speed and reliability. Assembly: The most simplest and hardest to use. Elek primarily uses the Assembly language as both a means of quickly crashing/destroying machinery through buggy overflow injections/bitflips and when he requires microscopic precision with his technopathic powers. C++: Used interchangably with C, C++ is used by Elek when it comes to complex software creation such as virtual intelligences, viruses or replicating programs. Perl: Elek's most high-level language. Perl places the least amount of mental stress due to its higher level of abstraction but lacks the precision when it comes to C or C++. Elek's preferred usage for Python is to deploy quick and dirty scripts or software when he needs something ad hoc and fast. Bsh: Bsh scripting is the equivalent of a compass by Elek and is used as his primary tool for interpreting and navigating server systems COBOL: Elek's most hated language and yet the most necessary. It's the best in his toolbox when it comes to cracking the security of large institutions, particularly banks, government agencies (like the IRS), healthcare, supermarket retail chains and airliners. > L I M I T A T I O N S The very quirk that enables Elek's technopathy is perhaps one of his most fatal flaws. Elek must continuously learn and adapt to new programming languages and code. If Elek encounters a new form of coding paradigm or language on a piece of technology, he must first study and understand it before he can effectively manipulate it. His technopathy gives him an advantage when it comes to learning but not to the point of effortlessly becoming a savant. Logically, Elek is unable to manipulate any non-electronic device or any device that operates on non-electronic mechanisms with his coworkers often teasing him about it. EM or RF shielding devices such as faraday cages, copper/aluminium shielding or carbon-polymer plastics can also interfere with his ability to effectively control technology. The maximum range of Elek's powers varies with the amount of physical and natural obstructions in the environment. In an open, natural environment such as a forest or a desert, his maximum range measures over 500 meters in radius. > W E A K N E S S E S Urban materials such as concrete or rubber can dampen the range of Elek's abilities. Electromagnetic pulses or activity can also briefly 'short-circuit' Elek's abilities for a short period of time. Usage of Elek's technopathy can result in both physical and mental overstrain.and increase his cerebral temperature to dangerous levels if he does not rest and recuperate. Foods rich in short-chain carbohydrates and fish oils are needed to maintain optimal efficiency of Elek's powers.

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Name: Erik Alm Keyer

Age: 34

Index Date: N/A

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- Polish immigrants/fled during the Nazi invasion
- Father worked at Bell Labs as a research assistant/mother was an accountant
- diagnosed with asthma which was confused for cystic fibrosis
- did a bachelor of engineering at Cornell before doing a short internship
- hyperhuman abilities triggered at childhood but it wasn't before the emergence of computing systems that they evolved i.e radios gave him a minor headache, hallucinations were cured out by usage of benzos/anti-anxiety meds by mom and pop, mentally suppressed powers until university

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- neurotic
- has a twisted sense of justice
- paranoid
- anti-social

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- something something hacking
- technopathy but not technopathy
- overheats like a computer, can sometimes glitch

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Fez

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Chad Livingston

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Last Chance ( A Star Wars Rebel Cell RP)

@Bork Lazer Is it to late to join in?

@Nallore

Nope. Feel free to join in.