| From: | "Brian E. Angliss" <ANGLISS@***.PSU.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | who wants this? |
| Date: | Sun, 30 Jan 1994 21:08:58 -0500 |
December.
You forgot to mention that you were having a decker with better skills build
you a deck, Dante. Tsk tsk tsk...
*****Include sensory feed, FrameFeed, v2, Owner: Solitaire*****
Most of you, in fact all of you, recognize the location immediately. You are
located in the local hub of Shadowland, Seattle. The same place you are readingthis, as a
matter of fact(likely, at least). Within this particular node is
one of Coyote's hounds, just in case Dante decides to show up, and Solitaire.
Solitaire's icon is rather impressive. The grapics of a poor little, brown
haired gypsy girl look like they came straight out of Romania, or what used to
be Romania... And she's just sitting there, crosslegged, with her skirt
(dirty, of course) falling just past her knees. The only thing that mars the
image is the necessary technological pendant of an IC hanging around her neck.
But even it looks old(what, is it really a Pentium chip? Wow, talk about
archaic. Where ever did she get one to do the graphic from?). She seems to be
whistling and playing with a deck of cards, dealing them out slowly before her
into elaborate spreads.
Something manifests over by the dataline, and Coyote's hound goes nuts. Gee,
must be Dante...
But then Solitaire throws one of her cards, one labled The Magician, at the
hound. In the radical magic of the Matrix, the Hound's code absorbs the card
and sits back down again, seemingly confused and whining.
"Sorry, Coyote, but I guaranteed Dante protection while he was here. and unlikehim,
I keep my promises. It'll be fine once he leaves, but by then you'll have
something better to use in it and I don't think you'll mind."
Dante is, well, rather strange looking. He appears to be a man, dressed in
true fasion for the Divine Poet's time, but carrying some rather odd devices
that you suspect are programs. Those of you who have had the dubious honor
of meeting him know they are programs. Tall and dark, mediterranean looking,
he glances over at the hound, smiles, then turns all his attention to
Solitaire.
If you had a deck power stick, you'd say Dante has the better deck. Scary.
"Solitaire my dear, long time since we've talked like this."
"Indeed. So, the hook caught your attention, I see."
"Yes, as a matter of fact it did. I'm rather surprised you found the builder.
I thought that he was dead. After all the money I spent, he should be."
"Nope, fraid not. He's just hiding until all the people you've fragged with
geek you. And besides, would you admit to building the infamous Dante's deck?
I sure wouldn't."
(laughter from Dante)"No, I don't suppose I would. So, why did you call me
here? Just to gloat? That's not like you, my dear."
"No, to tell you that I have the EXACT signature of your deck, plus the manner
with which to shut it down every time I run into you. And to warn you away fromCentral.
I know it's been you running the system, and I know you are trying to
discover it's real world location. I'd advise you to stop before Moriarity
decides you fall under the Security Protocols. However, as I doubt that will
happen, I called to say goodby."
"Ahhh, how touching... my favorite arch-nemesis and enemy calling to bid her
ex-boyfriend farewell... Don't make me retch. I'm better than you now just
like I was better than you before when I killed you the first time. Now, taste
me again..."
With the sudden quickness of the matrixly enhanced, one of Dante's lovely
items, a demonic sword remarkably like the one that is used to cut and injure
the creaters of False Religions swings out and at the little girls head.
And stops dead. As does Dante. Frozen totally.
"And that's the real reason I wanted you here, "my dear". Just to verify
that
the code actually works, which I see it does. And to gloat a little, yes. I
could kill you now; set your deck to put you into a feedback loop infinately
and you'd just starve to death. But unlike you I honor my bargains, and I
guaranteed you safe passage out of here. And go you shall, without your armor
and your weapons and your guides to the Matrix world, naked as all the denizens
of Hell are."
With this, Solitaire literally strips Dante nude. You figure that the real-
world analog is she's using the code she has to force memory purges of his
programs, and then she releases him. He immediatley disappears as he jacks
out. The hound returns to normal, sniffing around the place where Dante was,
then takes off to find Coyote.
*****End Feed*****
Sorry about the hound, Coyote, but I had to make sure it worked. And now for
the peice-de-resistance.*****Uploading: DANTECODEALPHAGAMMA4*****
While I doubt that will stop him for long, it should force him to work with
his old deck that he built or to modify his new one extensively, something that
is currently beyond his skills. Stupid, Dante. Never get someone else to
build your deck for you. If they are smart, they'll always leave a back-door.
And anyone who uses a bought deck, get rid of it. Or don't expect me to run
with, or even near, you.]<<<<<
-- Solitaire(21:10:35/01-30-55)
