commit 018c32966050f638a067f686956252fb157ec6f2 Author: Zac Herd Date: Thu Mar 7 11:47:04 2019 +0000 init diff --git a/20190226.txt b/20190226.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d3ecda --- /dev/null +++ b/20190226.txt @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +63 Reabrook Ln. +--------------- + +A whisper, and it was gone before I knew it had arrived. None of the dust +disturbed on decade old photo frames. Once frozen nostalgia on-demand, +replacements for our own memories. None of your ornaments re-arranged - I was +never allowed to so much as suggest alterations - everything in its place on +shelves suggesting exotic expeditions where we haggle with locals at market +stalls, gladly accepting our foreign money; the right time and the right place, +just what we needed; seaside towns and their endless provision of authentic +antique stores, each as well established as the last to close its doors. None +of our important papers, stuffed away in obscure drawers rarely opened, even +so much as noticed. Life stories told in bank statements, payslips, pensions, +letters from the solicitor, passports, and Christmas cards from names I don't +remember... I don't remember you. I know you like a doctor might know his +patient, or a teacher his student, or a murderer his victim. You are a name on +legal documents; a caricature from memories conjured by statues and paintings; +a face in blurry photographs that I've studied long hours into lonely nights, +waiting for fleeting sensations that I can never quite grasp onto. + diff --git a/20190301.txt b/20190301.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..712f4a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/20190301.txt @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +Corrosion +--------- + +Tendrils of smoke from a cigarette stub curl their way through the stale air +of her apartment building, caught in rays of burning city light through +half-closed blinds. Displays above her desk show an IRC session and a network +map - a spider's web of rings and sprawling lines - her next paycheck. The +cigarette is dropped into a nearly empty mug of coffee, and both her hands +return to the keyboard. + + Update on the nginx exploit? + +Sections of the network map attempt to give some order to the digital chaos. +IP addresses from entirely separate AS numbers sit together in their neat +boxes for Payroll, Customer Relations, Sales, IT Support, Development - the +interesting one. + + nearly there, it crashes 1/3 of the time + not sure why + +Nobody owns servers these days, not really. Since the late 20s, a few +companies have owned most of the hardware on the net. Easier management, they +said. Now you rent what you need, leave the legwork to them. Who needs bare +metal? + + The exploit or the service? + service + my codes written into its memory by this point + +Containers for your services makes them more secure; that was always the +marketing behind them. People jumped ship quicker than the manufacturers could +keep up, and it put a few out of business. If you weren't in the Cloud game +already, you were too late to even think about catching up. For the crackers, +it was business as usual. + + okay the new version is up on the sftp + Fixed? + yeah, some canary check i needed to get round + Good. I hope you tested it, we start tomorrow. +* zdm (~zdm@null.host) has quit #kotec + +She gets up and walks across a smoky room, to the bathroom and a blindingly +bright artificial light that blinks into existence as she enters. A couple of +sleeping pills from the cabinet washed down with tap water from a glass, +slowly replacing the caffeine in her system with a new drowsiness as she lays +on top of her sofa, staring at the lights on the ceiling shifting and changing +colours with the city outside. When she wakes up tomorrow it will look the same. +