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Tendrils of smoke from a cigarette stub curl their way through the stale air |
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of her apartment building, caught in rays of burning city light through |
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half-closed blinds. Displays above her desk show an IRC session and a network |
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map - a spider's web of rings and sprawling lines - her next paycheck. The |
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cigarette is dropped into a nearly empty mug of coffee, and both her hands |
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return to the keyboard. |
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<zdm> Update on the nginx exploit? |
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Sections of the network map attempt to give some order to the digital chaos. |
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IP addresses from entirely separate AS numbers sit together in their neat |
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boxes for Payroll, Customer Relations, Sales, IT Support, Development - the |
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interesting one. |
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<aphyr> nearly there, it crashes 1/3 of the time |
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<aphyr> not sure why |
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Nobody owns servers these days, not really. Since the late 20s, a few |
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companies have owned most of the hardware on the net. Easier management, they |
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said. Now you rent what you need, leave the legwork to them. Who needs bare |
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metal? |
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<zdm> The exploit or the service? |
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<aphyr> service |
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<aphyr> my codes written into its memory by this point |
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Containers for your services makes them more secure; that was always the |
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marketing behind them. People jumped ship quicker than the manufacturers could |
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keep up, and it put a few out of business. If you weren't in the Cloud game |
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already, you were too late to even think about catching up. For the crackers, |
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it was business as usual. |
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<aphyr> okay the new version is up on the sftp |
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<zdm> Fixed? |
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<aphyr> yeah, some canary check i needed to get round |
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<zdm> Good. I hope you tested it, we start tomorrow. |
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* zdm (~zdm@null.host) has quit #kotec |
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She gets up and walks across a smoky room, to the bathroom and a blindingly |
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bright artificial light that blinks into existence as she enters. A couple of |
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sleeping pills from the cabinet washed down with tap water from a glass, |
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slowly replacing the caffeine in her system with a new drowsiness as she lays |
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on top of her sofa, staring at the lights on the ceiling shifting and changing |
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colours with the city outside. When she wakes up tomorrow it will look the same. |
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