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I'm writing this down on paper because I don't trust my computer any more. I know this sounds absolutely paranoid, but it's the truth. I think everything I write on a computer connected to the 'net is read by someone out there, no matter the passwords and protection I put on it.
How do I know? I used to work in research. Top secret, for NutriVet Inc. The stuff we were doing was illegal - I'll just come right out here and say that. Genetically engineered dog feed - a way to grow the stuff we're selling commercially much cheaper. All about the bottom line of course, no big innovations or anything, just quicker, better production pipelines - the end goal was to find a method to grow the actual beef on racks, without it showing up in the Gov't controls. We're pretty sure ChickLite is already doing that, since it's the only way to explain their cheap prices. Anyway, that's what we were up to. As you can imagine, the security was insane.
I'll square with you here. It was illegal - so what? Even if someone had called the Feds on us, so what? When every bit of evidence they'd need in court is proprietary, and there's no fucking way any judge in the country could hope to subpoena that stuff, there really isn't much of a case for them. We might've been sued for it a bunch of time by environmental hippies, but who cares, that stuff never got near my desk.
I know my stuff, I'm not an idiot. This was stuff they were doing in the early 'aughts for fuck's sake! I've got a pile of print journals in my office that I referenced, from 2011, '12. People did more exciting things in genetic engineering in the twenty-thirties than they do today. Someone probably owns all that data, but you can't find it of course since there weren't any print journals back then any more. Or...or....what if you can't find it any more because it's all been deleted? I know that seems impossible, but what if? They say you can't delete anything off the Internet, but...what if you could?
We had a pipeline for all our research. Do the experiments, feed data into the computer. Each team did their own thing, to keep them from piecing too much together. I collated the data and reported to the board on our progress, and the board allocated funds to the different teams accordingly. Bonuses and pay determined by results - normal stuff. We were all holed up in a secure facility that contained everything we'd need - shopping malls, brothels, whatever - with no traffic in or out. Very high tech, very comfortable. Everyone was meticulously security screened before coming in. There was just no way anything was leaking out of that place, unless I did the leaking, and I can assure you I did not.
So what happened to the data? Why did experiments that worked fine with certain parameters suddenly stop working the next day? I couldn't explain it, least of all to the board, who were getting more and more annoyed with me. I took to writing down, by hand, the exact parameters for certain experiments. It took me hours of checking and double-checking. Then I'd wait until something went wrong, and jump on it. But the data was always the same - no changes. It was just that the results were different.
Science isn't exact. We do things all the time that ought to work, but doesn't, and then we can't explain it. The experiments should have worked, but they didn't. The whole project was a colossal failure, the board shut off the funding, a lot of people, including me, were fired, and the whole thing was written off as a waste of money. I tried, several times, to get an investigation going on sabotage, but no matter how much they looked, they couldn't find a damned thing. So it all came down on me.
I'm telling you though, that there's something in the system. It's not just the NSA back doors either, everyone who's anyone in cybersec knows about those. It's something else. Lately, I've been thinking...what if it is the system itself? I know that, on the surface, it's just a bunch of interconnected computers talking to one another over a network, but somehow it feels greater than that. Remember when you could unplug your computer from the cloud and it'd still work? Of course that doesn't work any more - the moment you go offline, most all the services not concerned with troubleshooting network connectivity issues stop functioning. It's all so integrated. But it all has to go somewhere doesn't it? Something has to be monitoring all of this.
I talked to some of my old college buddies, people who went into information tech. Most of them called me paranoid, but one talked about something he called the Code. Information age urban legend, a bogeyman of inexplicable computer language descending from god-knows-where. Seems like as good a starting point as anything. I just know there's more to it than meets the eye.
Damn, it was good to write all of this down. I'll follow my hacker friend's advice and keep low, and avoid writing about this on anything electronic. Hell, just what I wrote here is already enough to get me in a hell of a lot of trouble with the NutriVet's NDA, not to mention the government. Now that I'm unemployed, I can't trust NutriVet's good graces to protect me either.
I'll find out what's going on though, so help me.
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I'm writing this down on paper because I don't trust my computer any more. I know this sounds absolutely paranoid, but it's the truth. I think everything I write on a computer connected to the 'net is read by someone out there, no matter the passwords and protection I put on it.
How do I know? I used to work in research. Top secret, for NutriVet Inc. The stuff we were doing was illegal - I'll just come right out here and say that. Genetically engineered dog feed - a way to grow the stuff we're selling commercially much cheaper. All about the bottom line of course, no big innovations or anything, just quicker, better production pipelines - the end goal was to find a method to grow the actual beef on racks, without it showing up in the Gov't controls. We're pretty sure ChickLite is already doing that, since it's the only way to explain their cheap prices. Anyway, that's what we were up to. As you can imagine, the security was insane.
I'll square with you here. It was illegal - so what? Even if someone had called the Feds on us, so what? When every bit of evidence they'd need in court is proprietary, and there's no fucking way any judge in the country could hope to subpoena that stuff, there really isn't much of a case for them. We might've been sued for it a bunch of time by environmental hippies, but who cares, that stuff never got near my desk.
I know my stuff, I'm not an idiot. This was stuff they were doing in the early 'aughts for fuck's sake! I've got a pile of print journals in my office that I referenced, from 2011, '12. People did more exciting things in genetic engineering in the twenty-thirties than they do today. Someone probably owns all that data, but you can't find it of course since there weren't any print journals back then any more. Or...or....what if you can't find it any more because it's all been deleted? I know that seems impossible, but what if? They say you can't delete anything off the Internet, but...what if you could?
We had a pipeline for all our research. Do the experiments, feed data into the computer. Each team did their own thing, to keep them from piecing too much together. I collated the data and reported to the board on our progress, and the board allocated funds to the different teams accordingly. Bonuses and pay determined by results - normal stuff. We were all holed up in a secure facility that contained everything we'd need - shopping malls, brothels, whatever - with no traffic in or out. Very high tech, very comfortable. Everyone was meticulously security screened before coming in. There was just no way anything was leaking out of that place, unless I did the leaking, and I can assure you I did not.
So what happened to the data? Why did experiments that worked fine with certain parameters suddenly stop working the next day? I couldn't explain it, least of all to the board, who were getting more and more annoyed with me. I took to writing down, by hand, the exact parameters for certain experiments. It took me hours of checking and double-checking. Then I'd wait until something went wrong, and jump on it. But the data was always the same - no changes. It was just that the results were different.
Science isn't exact. We do things all the time that ought to work, but doesn't, and then we can't explain it. The experiments should have worked, but they didn't. The whole project was a colossal failure, the board shut off the funding, a lot of people, including me, were fired, and the whole thing was written off as a waste of money. I tried, several times, to get an investigation going on sabotage, but no matter how much they looked, they couldn't find a damned thing. So it all came down on me.
I'm telling you though, that there's something in the system. It's not just the NSA back doors either, everyone who's anyone in cybersec knows about those. It's something else. Lately, I've been thinking...what if it is the system itself? I know that, on the surface, it's just a bunch of interconnected computers talking to one another over a network, but somehow it feels greater than that. Remember when you could unplug your computer from the cloud and it'd still work? Of course that doesn't work any more - the moment you go offline, most all the services not concerned with troubleshooting network connectivity issues stop functioning. It's all so integrated. But it all has to go somewhere doesn't it? Something has to be monitoring all of this.
I talked to some of my old college buddies, people who went into information tech. Most of them called me paranoid, but one talked about something he called the Code. Information age urban legend, a bogeyman of inexplicable computer language descending from god-knows-where. Seems like as good a starting point as anything. I just know there's more to it than meets the eye.
Damn, it was good to write all of this down. I'll follow my hacker friend's advice and keep low, and avoid writing about this on anything electronic. Hell, just what I wrote here is already enough to get me in a hell of a lot of trouble with the NutriVet's NDA, not to mention the government. Now that I'm unemployed, I can't trust NutriVet's good graces to protect me either.
I'll find out what's going on though, so help me.
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Novelber
Bonjour, bonsoir
J'ai eu l'agréable surprise de tomber sur un mouvement Thaïlandais appelé NOVELBER, un mouvement proche du Inktober. Vous êtes les bienvenus si ça vous tentes.
J'ai voulu faire ça pour les gens qui aimeraient écrire, qui ont une panne d'inspiration, ne savent pas quoi écrire, ne sachant pas si ils sont fait pour écrire, qui souhaite se dépasser... J'ai voulu le faire surtout à but RÉCRÉATIF ! dans un esprit de partage.
REGLE 1: 30 jours = 30 écrits
REGLE 2: si vous participez au Novelber et postez vos textes, pensez à mettre le #novelber #novelber2
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I've been strangled once in my life
"I can't breathe," I gasped
As I was pushed against a door frame
I felt my windpipe start to give out
My eyes squeezed shut
I started to see spots
But she let me go
And didn't apologize
Despair
Is a feeling I know all too well
Sometimes it shrouds you
A thin, ratty blanket in the northeastern cold
Other times it clings to you
Parka jackets in the heat of a concrete jungle
But rarely
Does it ever
Reach its hands around your throat
Digs its nails into your neck
Pierce the skin
Bleeds you out
Most times it leaves you with a neckbrace
And a handful of regrets
But too many times does it subdue you
Lower you
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Ummm. So this is really kind of a part really of another novelistic world that me and *The-Inkling wrote last NaNo annnd....myep. Hopefully it works outside of that anyway. Not sure how the system got a hold of the document. Maybe he has sticky-fingered friends, or maybe he left it in front of his webcam for too long... ^_^
Ummm. So this is really kind of a part really of another novelistic world that me and *The-Inkling wrote last NaNo annnd....myep. Hopefully it works outside of that anyway. Not sure how the system got a hold of the document. Maybe he has sticky-fingered friends, or maybe he left it in front of his webcam for too long... ^_^
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Definitely intriguing. I enjoyed it!