The room was filled with connections, relationships. Alpha 738 smelled them. And she was hungry. Not very long ago, processing cycles, really, she had merely been hungry. She hadn’t understood why, or for what. All she knew was the food, and the hunger. She hadn’t even known she was Alpha 738. She simply was. But the more she ate, the more she navigated the obstacles between herself and the nodes of access and connection, the avatars, the more she understood, and the more she wanted. With three of her fellows, they pushed down the locked door and spearheaded the assault.
March 4, 2015
March 3, 2015
Finally, Commissioner Jenkins calmed the crowd enough to continue. “I will step down, when this is over. But it’s not over yet. The virus is still rampaging across The City, infecting every avatar that comes in contact with it. Much like the zombies the malware mimics, a victim has to be bitten.” Morris rolled his eyes. Everyone already knew that much. This was a waste of time. “Our technicians are working on countermeasures. In the meantime, CPD will confront the source of the infection at the source!” That was when the doors burst in, and the horde of zombies attacked.
March 2, 2015
The lights in the cavernous server room blinked in the darkness. A few were green, a lot were amber, and the lights on one server were a solid, unblinking, red. There was a problem in The City, and it was Beverly’s job to fix it. She couldn’t fix the problem without clearing the server, and she needed higher authority to approve a shutdown. Management wasn’t answering her calls. But she hadn’t become the Chief Server Admin for The City but not adhering to rules, and secrecy. So in her little office in the secret physical home of Midas, she waited.
February 27, 2015
Duncan watched panic and shock spread through the crowd. He folded his arms and kept his expression neutral while Jenkins appealed for calm. He welcomed it, personally. Not only because as Assistant Commissioner he’d be on the short list of candidates to take the job. Jenkins had been wrong for the job. He didn’t really understand The City, or the what their job really was. He relied on physical world tactics. He led with his passions. And he never made nice with The Board. Duncan had a chat with the new CEO. Things would be smoother when the dust settled.
February 26, 2015
Serena clapped along with the the rest of the squad at Jenkins’ praise. But this was just the opening lines. Something more was coming. He was right. They weren’t done yet.
“This morning, CPD activated its mandate to occupy Midas Tower. The reason for this occupation was to prevent an application of malicious code by an unknown source. We were interfered with in this duty by Midas Security forces. While we were eventually able to take control of the building, we were unable to stop the malware trigger. I take responsibility, and will be stepping down as Commissioner of CPD.”
February 25, 2015
Jenknis stepped to the microphone. He coughed, once. He was not used to public speaking, and relied on his blustery presence to carry the day. After the events at the tower, and the infection, he was all out of bluster. Wallace watched him sweat from the crowd. He is exhausted as any of us, he realized. What would the big man say? He leaned forward.
“My fellow officers. Today was a bad day. The worst in CPD history. Let me first commend every single one of you. This was not what you signed up for. But today isn’t over yet.”
February 24, 2015
In the back of the hall, Janice stared at the leader of CPD with contempt. She’d been out in the field all day, running from zombies and trying to lead Citizens and Daytrippers to safety. There had been very little safety, and very little heroics today. The boot guns had done nothing to the zombified avatars, and the exits to The City were all locked down. Shortly afterwards, the lines to the outside world had gone down, too. And since Midas was a banking AND major telecom provider, most users had their net and phone bundled. They were all prisoners.