This was one odd system MCT had going here, Davion had never seen anything quite like it before, most of the time data centers where set up with one, very large node and a few outlying ones, but this, this was made of of what looked like almost a dozen, equally sized nodes, and it was making it a pain in his ass to find anything. He'd almost been caught twice now, but the couple days he'd spent probing out the cluster had payed off, and it wasn't taking him long to move between nodes. He was almost half way though, and still hadn't found the data he'd been looking for when he ran into Netcat.
Jackpoint had been interesting, but he'd stayed q
Davion ghosted past a bored looking icon, why the agent had been programmed to look bored he'd never know, but it did. He always felt sneakier now, even though he knew he probably wasn't as good without the high end program he used to use. But doing things this way now just felt...better. Like he'd been using a bike that still had training wheels, and used a hand crank instead of petals.
The firewall to the private node attached to the public one of this Mistuhama office almost surprised him while he was reminiscing, but he started probing for a weak point, which, predictably, took a couple hours, but he found one. Breaking into an MCT node
>>>> Open read/dump-003
>>>> read Access Restrictions::
>>>> Format::
>>>> File Attachment::
>>>> read Descriptor:: Rebirth/Emergence
>>>> read Posted By User:: Davion Landri aka Logan Miller aka "Taryn"
>>>>Personal Notes::
It's interesting looking back at this time. Everything seemed shiny and new, like nothing could stop me. At least, until I couldn't ignore weird things were happening to me anymore, then things got scary all of a sudden. It was kind of my own personal Crash.
>>>>File Start::
This set of memories opens with Davion downing some headache pills and splashing water on his face. He'd been getting the worst heada
>>>> Open read/dump-002
>>>> read Access Restrictions::
>>>> Format::
>>>> File Attachment::
>>>> read Descriptor:: Crash
>>>> read Posted By User:: Davion Landri aka Logan Miller aka "Taryn"
>>>>Personal Notes::
I don't really remember much of this, so I'm going to have to augment it some with generated images, and what I've heard happened. I'll keep it to what I can verify though. My experience wasn't too special, but it could be important, and maybe there will be something I missed.
>>>>File Start::
This memory starts much the same as the last one, except with Davion spoofing someones back account to send money to a certified
>>>> Open read/dump-001
>>>> read Access Restrictions::
>>>> Format::
>>>> File Attachment::
>>>> read Descriptor:: Big Regrets/The Old Me
>>>> read Posted By User:: Davion Landri aka Logan Miller aka "Taryn"
>>>>Personal Notes::
I'm more then a little reluctant to upload these memories to somewhere that others could see them, even if it is hard memory, unconnected to anything except when I'm doing this. As things are, the few people that know about this stuff the better. It's been less then a decade at this point (April, 2072), I'm sure that there are people out there who still remember the old me, probably some people I even val
Wiping the remaining blood off of the vibro-knife in his hand with a scrap of the
Imperial's uniform he'd cut off early in the torture session the man with short red hair, who looked to be about in his late twenties, dressed like any spacer that there ever was, tossed the cloth into the fire and started back towards the ship, past two other officers he'd gotten to first. The docking bays were empty by now except for his Corvette, all stowed away in his cargo hold by the droids, once he might have felt bad about any of this, but that was a long time ago. Merrill was waiting for him at the top of the cargo ramp with her arms crossed, like alw
" Well Teryn I'm glad you FINALY decided to remember your true self. It was getting tiring trying to get you to remember the ancient grudges between us and the Dragon-Blooded and why you are different form every one you were around on that little island." My friend Blaxtar told me after a long voyage across the sea.
" Hey, I liked that 'little village', it's to bad I may not get to go back for a long time." I replied feigning insult. Hmmm, maybe I should back up so you get what's going on here.
Okay first of all if your reading this, I'm either lost in the worlds of the fey or you are a Solar or Lunar exalted who found the keys, If so, kn
BEAP, BEAP, BEAP! Darned alarm, I need to get one that's not so obnoxious, I groan to myself turning off the alarm and rolling out of bed. Now, what was it that I needed to do this morning, right, check the computer, I write a list there and a shirt, I need a shirt. So after pulling a shirt on I walk over to my desk and slide into my swivel chair. Upon "waking up" the monitor I see the usual list: One, go to chat room, meet Blaxtar and Xteln, name is "VR discussion" password is " electro adepts". Two, whoa, there is no two.
After shutting the list I turn on my web camera and logon to the chat room, enter the password and the next thing I see
This was one odd system MCT had going here, Davion had never seen anything quite like it before, most of the time data centers where set up with one, very large node and a few outlying ones, but this, this was made of of what looked like almost a dozen, equally sized nodes, and it was making it a pain in his ass to find anything. He'd almost been caught twice now, but the couple days he'd spent probing out the cluster had payed off, and it wasn't taking him long to move between nodes. He was almost half way though, and still hadn't found the data he'd been looking for when he ran into Netcat.
Jackpoint had been interesting, but he'd stayed q
Davion ghosted past a bored looking icon, why the agent had been programmed to look bored he'd never know, but it did. He always felt sneakier now, even though he knew he probably wasn't as good without the high end program he used to use. But doing things this way now just felt...better. Like he'd been using a bike that still had training wheels, and used a hand crank instead of petals.
The firewall to the private node attached to the public one of this Mistuhama office almost surprised him while he was reminiscing, but he started probing for a weak point, which, predictably, took a couple hours, but he found one. Breaking into an MCT node
>>>> Open read/dump-003
>>>> read Access Restrictions::
>>>> Format::
>>>> File Attachment::
>>>> read Descriptor:: Rebirth/Emergence
>>>> read Posted By User:: Davion Landri aka Logan Miller aka "Taryn"
>>>>Personal Notes::
It's interesting looking back at this time. Everything seemed shiny and new, like nothing could stop me. At least, until I couldn't ignore weird things were happening to me anymore, then things got scary all of a sudden. It was kind of my own personal Crash.
>>>>File Start::
This set of memories opens with Davion downing some headache pills and splashing water on his face. He'd been getting the worst heada
>>>> Open read/dump-002
>>>> read Access Restrictions::
>>>> Format::
>>>> File Attachment::
>>>> read Descriptor:: Crash
>>>> read Posted By User:: Davion Landri aka Logan Miller aka "Taryn"
>>>>Personal Notes::
I don't really remember much of this, so I'm going to have to augment it some with generated images, and what I've heard happened. I'll keep it to what I can verify though. My experience wasn't too special, but it could be important, and maybe there will be something I missed.
>>>>File Start::
This memory starts much the same as the last one, except with Davion spoofing someones back account to send money to a certified
>>>> Open read/dump-001
>>>> read Access Restrictions::
>>>> Format::
>>>> File Attachment::
>>>> read Descriptor:: Big Regrets/The Old Me
>>>> read Posted By User:: Davion Landri aka Logan Miller aka "Taryn"
>>>>Personal Notes::
I'm more then a little reluctant to upload these memories to somewhere that others could see them, even if it is hard memory, unconnected to anything except when I'm doing this. As things are, the few people that know about this stuff the better. It's been less then a decade at this point (April, 2072), I'm sure that there are people out there who still remember the old me, probably some people I even val
Wiping the remaining blood off of the vibro-knife in his hand with a scrap of the
Imperial's uniform he'd cut off early in the torture session the man with short red hair, who looked to be about in his late twenties, dressed like any spacer that there ever was, tossed the cloth into the fire and started back towards the ship, past two other officers he'd gotten to first. The docking bays were empty by now except for his Corvette, all stowed away in his cargo hold by the droids, once he might have felt bad about any of this, but that was a long time ago. Merrill was waiting for him at the top of the cargo ramp with her arms crossed, like alw
BEAP, BEAP, BEAP! Darned alarm, I need to get one that's not so obnoxious, I groan to myself turning off the alarm and rolling out of bed. Now, what was it that I needed to do this morning, right, check the computer, I write a list there and a shirt, I need a shirt. So after pulling a shirt on I walk over to my desk and slide into my swivel chair. Upon "waking up" the monitor I see the usual list: One, go to chat room, meet Blaxtar and Xteln, name is "VR discussion" password is " electro adepts". Two, whoa, there is no two.
After shutting the list I turn on my web camera and logon to the chat room, enter the password and the next thing I see
Hmm, I really need to update this thing more often.
So! Artsy stuff, I'm working on learning how to do 3D modeling, so eventually I should have something to put up. Eventually....
First up comics:
TRAOM
It's by !MaruHatesGravity (https://www.deviantart.com/maruhatesgravity) and people who watch me who don't already read it should take a look at it.
And I just found a new one called "Outside In" by :iconbethany-sensei: It's looking really good so far and everyone should at least take a look at it.
Ok, one more, I've actually contributed to this, :iconthroughtheskies: it's a group of us doing a role-play, and we decided that we needed a dA to put back-stories and drawings on.
Once agian it's almost time for school, we're all up a grade and it going to be SO FRICKING BORING after the first few weeks! I hate that, it's fine for a few weeks then it all goes down the drain, simmilar effect each quarter but it only last a couple of day. Hey, at least I get to see my fraids again.
My Step-dad (aka Vaxjedi on DA) gave me the entire Adobe Creative Suite 1. Now, all I have to do is learn how to do what I want to and I'll be able to make deviations with it, and then Tezhme.