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Left with only a business card in the computer memory holding the
possibility of owning a million euros, he began a search of the net. "Damn,
this guy is GOOD!" he thought, finding no trace of where the man had been
before they had met. He had only had one account he couldn't trace before,
someone that called themselves Dr. Tronix. His rival in everything, but he
didn't even know what hemisphere he was from. They were two of the best;
Neither knew each other personally, but the thought of another decker they
couldn't trace was enough to make either of their blood boil.
"Proceeding from login. Please identify yourself," requested the
computer. He jacked into his deck to try and find the access password. He
tried all the methods he could think of to get into this part of the net; He
had been browsing carelessly and somehow stumbled on something he hadn't seen
before. Of course, being a good, respectable hacker, he had to try to get in.
He tried brute processor force, letting his chips come up with random number
and letter sequences. Failing that, he tried to think of what someone running
this kind of system would use; It was obviously new, but whoever ran it
probably knew something about computers, or he'd have been in a long time ago.
What would an 'op new to running a system use? He glanced over at the system
name, to see if it had any inspiration for him. The sign said "Dragonsßlood
Engineering". He tried many different passwords; Fire, Scorch, Camelot, and
everything else he could think of related to dragons. Finally something
worked; Pendragon.
He was in. The gate, the net's symbol for a logon request, opened.
Looking cautiously for dangers, he stepped in. What was this world he had
come across? He felt something sharp come across his back, and he felt the
hair on his neck stand in the air. Instince told him it was time to leave.
He knew something bad, something electronic, was around, and it could fry his
brain unless he pulled the plug, at the slight risk of brain damage from
jacking out too quick.
"SHIT!" The sharp, aching pain he'd come to know all to well came
across his brain as he pulled the plug. It could take hours until he was
completely revived, but then he'd stock up on the latest counter-ICE programs
and go back. He had found something new, and it was NOT getting away.
SAUCE00'Shaolin: Part Two' CounterPoint Blade Productions 19940925y P