Gold Medal Software 2/Gold Medal Software Volume 2 (Gold Medal) (1994).iso/misc/kilob03c.arj/ZANEY0.TXT

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ZANEY1.TXT, The 10 MegaByte Barrettes, copywright 1993 by Dave Byter,
proliferate freely.

This is really Zaney's story, so I should let her tell it.

One of the things that she and her friends did to make some money back during
their student days was working maid service for The Government.  They all
changed their names to "Mary Smith", and worked the topless bars and government
offices.

Anyway, the "Mary Maids" got the custodial contract for the new NSS building.
All kinds of government security and searches and such, even for the maids.
NSS was quite worried about leaks as to what was going on in the name of
"National Security".

"The only tools worth having are those which you can carry under your hat.  How
would your friends go about it?  Break in and get caught slicker than Nixon's
Plumbers?  That's all you can think about, trying to force your way in." Zaney
was off on another of her feminist tirades, but she had gotten the files, and
as it turned out, a lot more.

"They can't even know that the files were leaked, since they are still right
where they left them.  Not mussed up, no fingerprints, no glue in the locks,
none of the things that tipped them off to Rudy.  Just tell me what you want,
and I'll get it for you.  Lessee how much of Rudy's files we got."

Now Rudy was her old boyfriend, before he got caught.  Even after the trial,
nobody was really sure who was ARA, who was NSS, and who was both.  As usual,
Zaney had solved the problem in the most logical way.  Rather than talking
about grabbing one of them and twisting him until he skwualked, or masquerading
as common criminals and pretending to steal the computers from the government
offices, she just walked up to the NSS and said, "Lemmein."

I suppose that that is one of the weaknesses of power everywhere.  I mean, can
you imagine General Jackov emptying his own ashtray, let alone mopping his own
floor?  There are always infiltrators, but usually all they want is money.
Pay 'em well and send 'em on their merry way.

Anyway, she had copied Rudy's files onto PROM fitted into her barrette, and
walked out of the NSS just like she had walked in.

"Yeah, they have a passion about paper.  They must have had paper secrets
stolen in the last war.  You couldn't get a candy wrapper out of that place,
let alone a tape.  Ain't it just serendipity that Ben is in the PROM business?
I bet I've got the world's only ten megabyte barrettes.  Anyway, I'm anxious to
dump this, just in case.  I'm a lot happier when it's only garbage, tho I can't
see how they could ever look there.  But whoda thunk that an office maid would
have to submit to a 'body cavity search'.  Yeah, that's what they call it.  Or
'BCS' when they have to talk about it officially.

"Some of then really get off on it.  I'm sure that most of them would *pay* Big
Brother a dollar an hour for the privilege of pushing a broom for eight hours,
just so that he could stick his finger in my cunt.  What a disgusting bunch of
slime works there.  Some of the girls have made a game out of getting caught
smuggling weird things out, but I think that it just encourages the <pejorative
deleted>."

Ben pulled the PROMs out of Zaney's hair and plugged them into his computer.  I
could remember the days when ten megabytes would have been a truckload of IBM
cards.  These things looked like jewelry.

"Say, look at this.  Just like I figured they would do it.  They keep adding
everybody's files to the end of the tape.  When The Chief wants a report, they
collect them all together, The Boss writes a summary, and it is all slapped on
the end of the line as a new file.  We oughta put a demon in their computers to
call for a few extra Reports To The Chief whenever there isn't anything else
interesting to do.  It sure would do wonders for the computer tape business
too."

"Why not change a few names around.  Look here where they are talking about how
much longer they should keep this confidential informant.  We should just put
Mitch the Snitch into one of their snuff files, and let them do the job." That
was Ben's neat idea, and it led to what we called the Sewer Passage leak.  A
leak big enuf to fill the sewer passage of Hells' Wells.  Talk about the Eye in
the Sky, we had the Mole in the Hole, and he was everywhere at once.  Steve
eventually even programmed one Eye in the Sky to take infrared photos of the
McPhail's karst and dump them into our PROMs.

Tiny was the one who didn't think that changing the files right then was too
good an idea.  "Look here.  This garbage is a checksum, the sum of all the
bytes in the file.  If you change anything, then the checksum won't match, and
they will know that there is an error.  It is supposed to protect against a
glitch, but it would catch tampering too.  I'll bet that the checksum is stored
somewhere else too, so we'll have to change both of 'em.  It won't be easy, but
it sure will be slick!"

In that first haul, Zaney had just gotten a couple of Rudy's files, plus about
ten megabytes of assorted other stuff.  But Ben and Tiny took those files apart
and saw how their filer worked.  We could get anything we wanted.  Ben
eventually built the "do-diddler", so that we could diddle the files too, tho
this was a lot more difficult.

Rather than repeat them here, I'll just copy them as RUDY1 & RUDY2 and let you
see for yourself.  But we had unmasked Mitch on the first shot.  I never did
like that slimy little <pejorative deleted>.  He was always pussyfooting
around, and always had such a shiteating grin when he explained why he was
there.  I swear that he could butter up The Devil Himself, and make him think
that it was Mitch that was doing him a favor.  I didn't feel any remorse when
he was gone, although I think that the method of his leaving was a bit gory.
Zaney just thought that it was a fitting end for a dick.