01:45 hrs
.....my fingers are typing feverishly at the keyboard....characters after characters appear successively as the cursor jumps and sprints frantically across the computer screen being directed by the rhythm of my fingers stroking the keyboard.....something phenomenal is happening......my trace program is parsing ip addresses fervently.....scanning logs hungrily....i know they are out there somewhere.....i just don't want to stop....the feeling is taking over my entire body.....a madness.....a commitment.....the thrill of exploration.....its addictive......and as the clock ticks away.....each passing second is molding my inner being into a definite being....my typing speed increases.......characters appear at breakneck speed.......i've typed this program a zillion times modifying the code here and there yet some error has prevented me from getting in.......i try for the nth time and.........finally.....i'm in....a smile appears on my lips and my eyes narrow down with a cunning victorious gleam.......some 30 hops away from my ip address is where my aggressors lay hidden.....waiting for my move...with a plan to eliminate me and my online presence....i was ready too.....i had cornered them this time.....my breath was silent now.....my mind thinking hard.......my fingers were still......no movement......the cursor was blinking.....as if time froze for a while......then the network monitor showed a spike in activity and i simultaneously hit enter releasing my deadly code towards the aggressors.....it hit them them hard as all clients connected to my network went down....the entire network started shutting off......i had won....the hackers had been cornered this time.....
"Way to go! You got 'em Chris!", pat came an attaboy from Captain Trevor Smith. I looked at him and smiled. He returned the most genuine smile i'd seen in years. A stout old fellow in his late 40's, an MIT graduate class of 68, Trevor Smith was the most passionate programmer i'd ever met. Much of the simulator program code was his idea and he's been working on adding a VR element to it. I owe him a lot ever since i joined the CyberWarrior Division early last summer. As i got up from my station to get a cup of coffee i glanced through the window outside. It was quite cold and the snow storm had just stopped. My mind was still numb from the excitement of the online chase i was engaged in a couple of minutes back. Coffee is such a good idea. If i could go back in time, i'd love to meet the inventor of coffee and want to tell him i appreciate the invention. I thought to myself jokingly. I sure needed more than two cups this night. My cup was full and suddenly the alarm went off!
My head turned immediately in the direction of my station. It was beeping! The alarm had gone off....my eyes grew wide in disbelief...just a few minutes ago i'd booted the aggressors off the network.....the alarm beeps only if there is an incoming attack of a huge magnitude.......grabbing my coffee cup i hurried back to my station and there it was.....a visual on the screen.....they were coming....and this time it was huge......."Caption Smith! I think we've got a situation here Sir!", i yelled out nervously
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