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- -A Night in the Life-
- - A Work of Fiction by Tal Meta-
-
- Phreaking isn't what it used to be.
- His name was Mike Lewis. His profession...well,lets say he lived off the public
- trust. In both his private,and his public life. Once upon a time,he had been
- a computer programmer. Not the worlds best,but a decent hack. And its that last
- that was his doom. When hard times came, the first to go was the short, wiry
- guy they'd just hired. Times were hard...weeks went by and still no job.
- Finally, he stopped looking.
-
- He thought to himself,as he shimmied up the drainpipe of the El Esplannade,
- how much phreaking had changed since he had gotten started in this hobby.
- When he was young, a good knowlege of electronics,(or a friend who had some)
- could build a blue box,and you could call Brazil and nobody got charged.
- Then the fone cops got smart,and they installed ESS, and the days of boxing
- slowly choked and died. Then came the codes...millions of codes. 800's, 950's,
- PBX's, you name it. He'd done them all. But the fone cops kept getting smarter,
- and the hacks and the phreaks kept getting scarcer.
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- Not him,though. 15 years of phelonious fone calls. It was an art...his own
- personal edge. The only box that ESS hadn't killed was the beige,and he had the
- best beige box in town. As he heaved himself up over the third story ledge and
- into the hotel's stairwell,he heaved a sigh. He checked his knapsack...it was
- jumble of coiled wires, phone jacks, various bits and pieces of things he hoped
- he'd never have to use, and a collection of floppy disks.
- And his notebook...notebook computer,that is.
-
- It was an Ultra...386DX with an internal 80 meg HD. He'd picked up a 9600 baud
- modem for before his last job crapped out. Tonight was a simple run...he needed
- a CBI account,and the best way to get one of those (in a hurry,anyway) was from
- Ghola....and right about now,Ghola would be on QSD.
-
- Once in the stairwell,the trip up to the roof was easy. While they locked the
- door to the street, and had a camera watching the first floor landing, climbing
- in the third floor left him completely safe from undesired observation. Once
- on the roof,he quickly located the NJB phone box and set to work locating
- an unused line.
-
- He'd been online a half hour or so,waiting for his contact to show,when
- flashing lights from below caught his attention. Quickly, quietly, he gathered
- his kit together and ran to the edge of the roof. Two cars. that meant 4 cops,
- all somewhere in the building. The stairs were definitely out. Never one to be
- caught unprepared, he pulled a collapsable grapple out of his knapsack. He
- hooked it to the edge of the roof,let out about 8 feet of line, and jumped off
- the edge.
-
- His heart skipped a beat as the line snapped taut and swug him in to the
- walkway on the south side of the hotel. Safe for the moment,he listened at
- the stairwell doors to check the progress of his pursuers. He heard the crackle
- of a radio on the floor above him,so he took a shot and ducked down the stairs
- to the second floor.
-
- Once on the second,he decided that there was probably a cop in the foyer of the
- hotel, guessing that they'd leave one there just in case he somehow got behind
- them. At least,thats what he'd have done if it were his team. So he listened at
- the stairwell again. A sharp crash was shortly followed by curses,as they
- realized that he had left the roof. Ducking into a closet, he pulled off his
- knapsack and pulled out his notebook. Getting out from here would require a bit
- of finesse.
-
- Fishing a large ziplock bag out of his knapsack,he gently slipped the notebook
- inside,and let himself off the second story ledge. He then slipped silently
- into the pool,hugging the wall to escape detection. After 20 minutes or so,
- they grew tired of searching the grounds for him,and went back to the local
- Dunkin Donuts.He waited a few minutes more,then proceeded to make his way to
- the beach,where he walked along the surf on his way back to his car.
-
- Upon reaching home,he decided that after using Mayor Nestle's private phone
- to prankdial the president's line, Oceanside Hts was no longer a safe place
- from which to practice his trade. He'd just have to try that new development
- they were building over in Williamsbrook.He thought for a moment about calling
- his friend Conrad,but it was late,and the feds were probably tapping Conrad's
- line again...
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