Stacie-
Hey, it's Winter. Sorry to steal your blog like this (couldn't resist), but I've got a message for you:
The link should work now- for anyone, not just members. If you can find it (it's somewhere on that page, but I don't know where), you can get in. It was hard work, and I think they probably have a fail-safe in case people get in like this, but hopefully it's a start.
Oh, yeah- s+@g3_n1nj@. Remember it. Use it. It's your ally. And sorry for sending you the journals, I forgot your parents don't know about me.
I'll be watching...
_w1nt3r_
31.10.08
Grounded
Yeah, sorry for not writing. I got grounded even more.
And Winter, it's all your fault. Yeah, I know I'm helping you find Cecily, but why did you have to send me her journals in the mail? The mail!!! 'Cause Mom found out and got mad and took the computer away.
I just got it back about ten minutes ago, and there's big news!! Ready? Good:
I'm inside the Feral.
The nanite found the entrance point for their Web community. But I can't get in- it only works from certain computers. People who are already members of the site. At least, I think that's it. Winter, any chance you could send me one of those hacker nanites you showed me? I know you mentioned something like it once- you know, those ones that you slammed the DoD with last fall (oops, probably shouldn't have said that...) that fool the computers into thinking you're a member. Yeah, send me one.
Oh- I almost forgot! Since Mom and Dad are so unconcerned about Elaine (Mom packed up her stuff yesterday. Her room's empty now.), I'm garnering support this Halloween! I'm in charge of handing out candy, so I'll be sending out little slips of paper along with them. They'll have this URL on them.
Winter, please send me that stuff!!
~Stacie
And Winter, it's all your fault. Yeah, I know I'm helping you find Cecily, but why did you have to send me her journals in the mail? The mail!!! 'Cause Mom found out and got mad and took the computer away.
I just got it back about ten minutes ago, and there's big news!! Ready? Good:
I'm inside the Feral.
The nanite found the entrance point for their Web community. But I can't get in- it only works from certain computers. People who are already members of the site. At least, I think that's it. Winter, any chance you could send me one of those hacker nanites you showed me? I know you mentioned something like it once- you know, those ones that you slammed the DoD with last fall (oops, probably shouldn't have said that...) that fool the computers into thinking you're a member. Yeah, send me one.
Oh- I almost forgot! Since Mom and Dad are so unconcerned about Elaine (Mom packed up her stuff yesterday. Her room's empty now.), I'm garnering support this Halloween! I'm in charge of handing out candy, so I'll be sending out little slips of paper along with them. They'll have this URL on them.
Winter, please send me that stuff!!
~Stacie
24.10.08
A Brief Note
No decisions on the Feral yet, I really just wanted to forget the whole thing for a while. Ice, if you're reading this, I watched MST3K on YouTube all afternoon :) Tomorrow I'll be back to my stressed self, praying for guidance (and trying to find out how to get past Mom and Dad. Or just trying to figure out Mom and Dad. Either way, they're on my mind.) Winter, I need advice- what does the "f3r4l" page mean? Is it some sort of code? Guess I'll figure it out later. Oh- Mom's calling. Better go.
~Stacie
So weird,,,
So I check first thing this morning (fall break today, it's lovely) and the first thing to pop up is this. Weird, huh? I don't know why it's here. just that it exists. Do I break in? I don't know...
And what's with the Children 18:3 song? Is it some sort of code?
Oh, Winter- thanks for the note :) It's nice to know I'm not alone. And if I find out anything on Cecily, I will tell you.
~Stacie
And what's with the Children 18:3 song? Is it some sort of code?
Oh, Winter- thanks for the note :) It's nice to know I'm not alone. And if I find out anything on Cecily, I will tell you.
~Stacie
23.10.08
The Proverbial Needle
I emailed Winter and told her about my problems with finding stuff on the Feral. She was quick to respond (always is, actually) and sent me one of her nanites. This one was designed like a search engine- better, according to its creator. The idea is that I release the program onto the Net, and it brings me back all results relating to the Feral. The catch? Only secure/members-only sites are brought up. I can then choose to use the nanite to "break in" and either (a. become a member or (b. covertly steal information. Not sure which one to try yet.
On another note, I'm still grounded and I still fight like Jackie Chan. Mom and Dad don't think it's weird, though. Dad just made a comment on "getting control" when he found me in the basement practicing on Mom's exercise mats. This is so unlike them, it's weird. And they let me keep the laptop. which is even weirder. It's almost like I'm not getting punished. (Except for the grounding, of course.)
But I'm going to release the nanite and get to sleep... so long!
~Stacie
On another note, I'm still grounded and I still fight like Jackie Chan. Mom and Dad don't think it's weird, though. Dad just made a comment on "getting control" when he found me in the basement practicing on Mom's exercise mats. This is so unlike them, it's weird. And they let me keep the laptop. which is even weirder. It's almost like I'm not getting punished. (Except for the grounding, of course.)
But I'm going to release the nanite and get to sleep... so long!
~Stacie
Guess who found me...?
Well, guess what? I'm back at home. Yep, no more Florida. Too bad.
The problem started because of my stupid flesh memories. You know, the reason I'm some sort of black belt. Stupid, stupid, stupid flesh memories. 'Cause when some idiot tried to "assault" Winter on the Greyhound to Georgia (yeah, I was finally on my way to getting some answers!), I stepped in.
And broke his nose. Oh well.
Apparently, the damage was so severe that we had to call the hospital, and then when he recovered the creep had to call la policia, who of course had to take me in and had to check to see if I was reported to Missing Persons. Turns out I was, but not Elaine. I just don't get that.
Mom and Dad got down here fast. They were really relieved that I was all right, but they also were freaking furious at me for running away. But not as furious as I expected them to be. After all, they should be worried about Elaine, right? Right? But instead, all they do is lecture me on how I won't stop talking about her.
The conversation since then sounds pretty much just like this:
Me: But Dad, Elaine could be anywhere! We have to go find her!
Dad: Calm down, Anastacia. (Yeah, stupid name. Shut up.) I know she was close to you-
Me: Close to me? She was my sister! She was more than close to me!
Mom: Don't talk to your father that way! You scared us half to death!
Me: But what about-
Dad: Not another word, young lady.
Mom: You are so grounded when we get home.
And it goes on and on. What I don't understand is this: why are they not worried about Elaine? I even told them about Gerard- it was a necessary decision, albeit a stupid one- and they just wrote it off. "Calm down." Mom said, sounding like Dad. "We know you loved her, but she's fine, I'm sure." They keep talking about her in the past tense, like she died or some other weird thing.
Well, I'm stuck here at home. I can go to school (and they were nice enough to count the Florida trip as alternate education, so I don't have to make up the work. The weird thing is that it was Mom and Dad who set that up. I guess I thought they'd want me to be punished with extra studying.) and I can get on the Internet, but no talking to people any other way. And there's no Chris to talk to, and Sylvia's avoiding me. Says her parents are mad.
There's nothing left for me to do- oh, wow, I just got an idea. Ice was the one who discovered the Feral for me, and he said it has a massive online community. Might as well try to break into it, but how am I going to do that? Oh, I'm stupid. I've got Winter's email!!!
Until next time,
~Stacie
The problem started because of my stupid flesh memories. You know, the reason I'm some sort of black belt. Stupid, stupid, stupid flesh memories. 'Cause when some idiot tried to "assault" Winter on the Greyhound to Georgia (yeah, I was finally on my way to getting some answers!), I stepped in.
And broke his nose. Oh well.
Apparently, the damage was so severe that we had to call the hospital, and then when he recovered the creep had to call la policia, who of course had to take me in and had to check to see if I was reported to Missing Persons. Turns out I was, but not Elaine. I just don't get that.
Mom and Dad got down here fast. They were really relieved that I was all right, but they also were freaking furious at me for running away. But not as furious as I expected them to be. After all, they should be worried about Elaine, right? Right? But instead, all they do is lecture me on how I won't stop talking about her.
The conversation since then sounds pretty much just like this:
Me: But Dad, Elaine could be anywhere! We have to go find her!
Dad: Calm down, Anastacia. (Yeah, stupid name. Shut up.) I know she was close to you-
Me: Close to me? She was my sister! She was more than close to me!
Mom: Don't talk to your father that way! You scared us half to death!
Me: But what about-
Dad: Not another word, young lady.
Mom: You are so grounded when we get home.
And it goes on and on. What I don't understand is this: why are they not worried about Elaine? I even told them about Gerard- it was a necessary decision, albeit a stupid one- and they just wrote it off. "Calm down." Mom said, sounding like Dad. "We know you loved her, but she's fine, I'm sure." They keep talking about her in the past tense, like she died or some other weird thing.
Well, I'm stuck here at home. I can go to school (and they were nice enough to count the Florida trip as alternate education, so I don't have to make up the work. The weird thing is that it was Mom and Dad who set that up. I guess I thought they'd want me to be punished with extra studying.) and I can get on the Internet, but no talking to people any other way. And there's no Chris to talk to, and Sylvia's avoiding me. Says her parents are mad.
There's nothing left for me to do- oh, wow, I just got an idea. Ice was the one who discovered the Feral for me, and he said it has a massive online community. Might as well try to break into it, but how am I going to do that? Oh, I'm stupid. I've got Winter's email!!!
Until next time,
~Stacie
11.10.08
Just call me the Karate Kid
We're officially off to Georgia!! Now that everything's fixed, we can continue the search for Gerard and my sister. "We", of course, meaning Winter, Ice, and I. Winter's sticking with me because we're both searching for similar answers, and I think Ice just likes me, which is great.
But about the post title. We almost got mugged last night (sleeping in a dumpster to save food money isn't the wisest course of action), and it was terrifying. But I saved us.
Yep, me. The teen from Westfield, youngest in the group.
How? Well, apparently I have flesh memories. Like The Bourne Identity, when Jason fights off these two cops without realizing how he's doing it. So when the gangbangers jumped us, I just took off with some crazy martial-arts routine. Winter said it was like watching Jackie Chan. Ice started talking in an accent. I laughed at him.
It's really crazy, because now I can do all this weird stuff. Like breaking glass with my bare hands. I get cut, but it doesn't hurt. I found this out when Ice handed me a bottle of olives (don't ask me why they were packed that way, I don't know) and I karate-chopped them open. Winter bandaged up my hand and gave me a lecture about listening to Ice. He just grinned and cracked kung-fu jokes.
Now I'm sitting on yet another Greyhound, bound for Atlanta to investigate a group known as the Feral. Apparently, they're huge, with an equally massive online community. See you when we get there!!
~Stacie
But about the post title. We almost got mugged last night (sleeping in a dumpster to save food money isn't the wisest course of action), and it was terrifying. But I saved us.
Yep, me. The teen from Westfield, youngest in the group.
How? Well, apparently I have flesh memories. Like The Bourne Identity, when Jason fights off these two cops without realizing how he's doing it. So when the gangbangers jumped us, I just took off with some crazy martial-arts routine. Winter said it was like watching Jackie Chan. Ice started talking in an accent. I laughed at him.
It's really crazy, because now I can do all this weird stuff. Like breaking glass with my bare hands. I get cut, but it doesn't hurt. I found this out when Ice handed me a bottle of olives (don't ask me why they were packed that way, I don't know) and I karate-chopped them open. Winter bandaged up my hand and gave me a lecture about listening to Ice. He just grinned and cracked kung-fu jokes.
Now I'm sitting on yet another Greyhound, bound for Atlanta to investigate a group known as the Feral. Apparently, they're huge, with an equally massive online community. See you when we get there!!
~Stacie
10.10.08
Explanations
GAH!!! I thought I would die.
Why?
No internet.
Stupid hackers.
Winter (crazy, awesome person that she is) took me to camp with her. Camp Cyber, to be exact. It's her boarding house/commune where she lives with others of her ilk. Hackers mostly, with a few robot-building geeks in there along for the ride.
Anyways, we get there, and then the whole place is blacked out by a stupid electrical storm. Like, a real Florida storm with winds and rains and weather alerts. I thought we were all going to die.
But we didn't, obviously. Though being caught in Camp Cyber with thirty Internet- deprived computer geeks is almost as bad.
So what happened? Simple: one of the hackers decided to test a new worm. Winter, actually. Apparently her specialty is "nanites", named for the robots on Star Trek The Next Generation. She invented them- they're worms that do things. Like look for data or fix system bugs. And then they vanish from the system by "dying out", or erasing themselves. But Winter decides to hack into the power grid and transfer power from another sector to our residence, and somehow by doing this she wrecks the Wi-Fi. And hey presto! No Internet.
Needless to say, everyone was very unhappy with Winter.
I haven't done anything Gerard-related, mostly because I got an email from Sylvia about how my parents found out I ran off. She suggested I lay low, and I followed her advice.
Oh, yeah- I met this really great guy! His name's Ice (another alias, of course) and he builds cambots (camera-equipped robots). And he likes Mystery Science Theater 3000. So when Winter's working (she's one of the few with an actual job- she works with Geek Squad), I'll hang out with him.
Hopefully I can return to the chase soon, but until then, it's farewell from Camp Cyber!!
~Stacie
Why?
No internet.
Stupid hackers.
Winter (crazy, awesome person that she is) took me to camp with her. Camp Cyber, to be exact. It's her boarding house/commune where she lives with others of her ilk. Hackers mostly, with a few robot-building geeks in there along for the ride.
Anyways, we get there, and then the whole place is blacked out by a stupid electrical storm. Like, a real Florida storm with winds and rains and weather alerts. I thought we were all going to die.
But we didn't, obviously. Though being caught in Camp Cyber with thirty Internet- deprived computer geeks is almost as bad.
So what happened? Simple: one of the hackers decided to test a new worm. Winter, actually. Apparently her specialty is "nanites", named for the robots on Star Trek The Next Generation. She invented them- they're worms that do things. Like look for data or fix system bugs. And then they vanish from the system by "dying out", or erasing themselves. But Winter decides to hack into the power grid and transfer power from another sector to our residence, and somehow by doing this she wrecks the Wi-Fi. And hey presto! No Internet.
Needless to say, everyone was very unhappy with Winter.
I haven't done anything Gerard-related, mostly because I got an email from Sylvia about how my parents found out I ran off. She suggested I lay low, and I followed her advice.
Oh, yeah- I met this really great guy! His name's Ice (another alias, of course) and he builds cambots (camera-equipped robots). And he likes Mystery Science Theater 3000. So when Winter's working (she's one of the few with an actual job- she works with Geek Squad), I'll hang out with him.
Hopefully I can return to the chase soon, but until then, it's farewell from Camp Cyber!!
~Stacie
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