Previously on Avatar (http://beckyh2112.livejournal.com/445052.html#cutid1)...
S0KK4 rewrote himself out of capture-programs, stole a program-shell and wore it as a Trojan, hurled all of his processing power and cracker sub-programs at the .
But it wouldn't open even a crack for him to slip out of Firenet's systems.
The connected-human inside the firewall applied a simulcrum program to him, and he was dragged down into human form.
The human was female. She looked like Lee, only younger, intense and sparking with data-shards and algorithm-lattices. Her smiled as she looked at him, and S0KK4 scrambled for his DDoS attacks.
She laughed as he discovered the simulacrum limited him to human abilities.
"What are you?" He demanded, hating the virtual sound of his voice twisted with Corps-accent.
"The queen of Firenet," she purred, "and you will be my slave."
He closed facade-eyes and took a false breath. He was limited to humanity. Well, he knew how to be human better than some. Better than K4T4R4, better than H4K0D4, better than that one.
He knew that human didn't mean jack in cyberspace.
Besides, humans could send messages.
It was quicker than thought, hardly more than a line of gibberish thrown into the outgoing message hopper. The queen didn't even notice it, then it was gone.
Ice crept into the simulacrum. Virtuality cracked under it, melting away, and the queen shrieked in outrage.
Firenet trembled. The wavered.
S0KK4 fled.
That one, which had never worn human in its existence, waited outside, throwing the kind of programming power S0KK4 and K4T4R4 could only dream of at the FireCorps systems. Some teetered and crashed, others lagged into immobility.
S0KK4 swirled himself through the other's code, packing himself in tight where it was safe. Then that one drew back its attack and went away, far away from where humans ever dared go.
Technologic: Sokka and Pakku, closing the eye of the storm
S0KK4 rewrote himself out of capture-programs, stole a program-shell and wore it as a Trojan, hurled all of his processing power and cracker sub-programs at the .
But it wouldn't open even a crack for him to slip out of Firenet's systems.
The connected-human inside the firewall applied a simulcrum program to him, and he was dragged down into human form.
The human was female. She looked like Lee, only younger, intense and sparking with data-shards and algorithm-lattices. Her smiled as she looked at him, and S0KK4 scrambled for his DDoS attacks.
She laughed as he discovered the simulacrum limited him to human abilities.
"What are you?" He demanded, hating the virtual sound of his voice twisted with Corps-accent.
"The queen of Firenet," she purred, "and you will be my slave."
He closed facade-eyes and took a false breath. He was limited to humanity. Well, he knew how to be human better than some. Better than K4T4R4, better than H4K0D4, better than that one.
He knew that human didn't mean jack in cyberspace.
Besides, humans could send messages.
It was quicker than thought, hardly more than a line of gibberish thrown into the outgoing message hopper. The queen didn't even notice it, then it was gone.
Ice crept into the simulacrum. Virtuality cracked under it, melting away, and the queen shrieked in outrage.
Firenet trembled. The wavered.
S0KK4 fled.
That one, which had never worn human in its existence, waited outside, throwing the kind of programming power S0KK4 and K4T4R4 could only dream of at the FireCorps systems. Some teetered and crashed, others lagged into immobility.
S0KK4 swirled himself through the other's code, packing himself in tight where it was safe. Then that one drew back its attack and went away, far away from where humans ever dared go.