| From: | Martin Baute <solar@***.UNI-BIELEFELD.DE> |
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| Subject: | Anna LTG |
| Date: | Fri, 23 Dec 1994 14:44:58 +0100 |
>>>>>[Yo chuck! I told you of the good friend of mine who would do some
deeper
digging into the Anna LTG. I just found a LogFile of her first Matrix run in
my personal mailbox.
+++++ Begin Replay: LogFile 443-r6S6
The construct of the Anna LTG fills the screen.
(female voice) "Now let's see what these fraggers have in store..."
The silver paw of a big cat comes into view. The claws easily slice a hole into
the wall. Through the hole a SPU can be seen.
"Now wait. This is too easy. Let's try this one."
Suddenly, the edges of the hole in the wall start glowing a bright red. A silent
scream of a computer voice can be heard.
"Yeah. Like I would step into a trap THIS stupid."
+++++ Fast forward to 3324.3
A big SAN construct can be seen directly ahead, just out of sensor range.
"Ok, second layer. Be careful with this one..."
Three utility icons appear, swirl around and fuse together. Then they float off
towards the SAN, pause, and return.
"Hm. I like SpyEyes frames. So Red-4, Barrier IC, no Gray IC. Yeah, right."
The silver cat paw appears again, then suddenly turns transparent. Slowly, the
SAN moves closer.
"...slowly..."
A constant wall of lightning blocks the way ahead, but the persona sleazes
through it unharmed. Suddenly, the icon of a big medieval warrior in full armor
blocks the path.
"Black IC! Like I thought. But an older version."
Smoke pours into view, forms into the silouhette of a cat and moves left. The
warrior takes a step towards the silouhette, the persona passes through on the
right. A look back - the smoke cat vanishes, the warrior steps into its former
stance.
"Heh. Version 1.3, no better. Now, to the real thing."
++++ Fast Forward to 8547.1
SPU construct ahead.
(whistle) "Jeez. These don't come cheap. Blaster IC with Trace and Dump.
And a good one, too."
The persona moves closer towards the barrier. The paw comes into view and starts
slicing small pieces out of the wall.
"...zub-zero, girl... don't hasten... YOUCH!"
The screen blurs with swift motions. The icon of a huge Alien has ripped a part
out of the sleek silver Cat persona. Icons swirl around - the deck is recon-
figured to evasion mode, an attack frame is launched, smoke utilities activated.
"Drek... that hurt. Black AND grey IC! Bleeders..."
The Cat persona lashes out at the barrier, which crumbles. Inside the SPU, red
warning lights are flashing.
"Ah. I hate being forced to be swift."
Along a dataline and up to the next SAN. This one is a big green block humming
with power. Lightning crackles all over it, and the "air" reeks of ozone.
"I will not try my hands on this one with alert activated. But I've something
they will have to chew on."
A frame is launched towards the SAN. Shortly before impact, it disintegrates
into a cloud of spores. Each of the thousands of spores leaves a tiny dot on
the green surface of the construct.
"A neat little virus. In about 48 to 60 hours this SAN won't stand a chance
against me."
+++++ End LogFile
+++++ Start Video feed
A beautiful Eurasian woman smiles wearily.
"The IC there is no fun, Necropol. There's something in there for sure, or they
have just won a lottery and have money to spare. I'll get some sleep now,
recover and report back after the SporoVirus did his job."
+++++ End Video
Ok, guys. You heard my pal. Expect her Matrix report in three days. Good luck
down there.]<<<<<
-- Necropol <12-23-55/04:44:21>
