“Get everyone working on this. I can’t stand just sitting here waiting for the other shoe to drop. Dismissed!”
The room quickly emptied out, leaving the General alone with his thoughts. He was not looking forward to briefing the National Security Council, but a cyber attack of this magnitude directed against the U.S. Government was not something that could be ignored.
Chapter 8.
Mick O'Malley – wonders when he will be finished lying awake in the single digits of the morning. Of course, he is enjoying using that time for brainstorming and general re-evaluation of his life to date. (1 comment)
Mick squeezed the clutch and downshifted into first gear as he came up the hill to his workshop. He cut the motorcycle’s engine as he crossed the threshold of the garage. He put out the kickstand, turned the fuel petcock to the horizontal position and lifted his leg over the bike. His face felt a little flushed as he pulled off the helmet and placed it on the stainless steel counter top. His heart rate was slightly elevated, although still under the norm. His resting heart rate was nearly as low as a marathon runner's, and as a result he wore a tag around his neck to let emergency personnel know this fact. In short, he was very happy with his ride. He glanced at the GPS track stored on his mobile and shared it with his social network.
It was a nice ride on his 1965 Ducati 25Ø Mark 1, café racer style motorcycle. It was one of his favorite bikes because of the way it rode with its short and low handlebars, and also for the bright orange paint. It felt good to be back home in the East Village, even if his bio-clock had not yet adjusted to New York City time.
Deciding to have a shower later, he sat down in his office and swiveled in his chair. Two giant flat screens lit up and came to life. He received a message indicating that a package had arrived for him. Mick didn’t have any snail mail or package deliveries to his apartment – it all went to a service in a different neighborhood. The paper mail was automatically opened, scanned, and securely emailed to him, but he still had to pick up packages. He looked over the image of the shipping label, noticing the Australian customs declaration, filled in and signed by his uncle. His uncle was a serial inventor, and was always sending his latest and greatest to Mick to try out.
Wonder what it is this time?
Mick began the next day with his usual swim. When he started sailing small dinghies as a teenager, he had taken swimming lessons. These days, he was a strong swimmer, often swimming a few kilometers in a session. On the way back from the pool, he picked up the package from his uncle. Opening the package, he carefully removed a set of small round devices. Mick found a link to the code in the device which he followed. After examining the crypto for about an hour, he was satisfied.
Not bad, Uncle, never know when I might need one of these.
Later, he was pleasantly surprised to find himself invited to join Kateryna’s social network – he had been ‘friended’ by her. He reciprocated and was then able to peruse her profile and friends’ network.
His first stop was her pictures. There were some nice ones of her and lots of other photographs, presumably that she had taken, including a few pinhole photographs. There were mainly travel pics which showed an interest in history, and an excellent eye for composition. There were very few pictures of her with other people – friends, family, etc. Mick realized this was true of his profile as well.
In her friends’ network, he saw a few people he knew, including Gunter and Liz. Her postings read just like her conversation, although she seemed somewhat preoccupied with unusual combinations of foods – those postings seemed to generate the most comments and approvals.
What would she conclude looking at my profile
The room quickly emptied out, leaving the General alone with his thoughts. He was not looking forward to briefing the National Security Council, but a cyber attack of this magnitude directed against the U.S. Government was not something that could be ignored.
Chapter 8.
Mick O'Malley – wonders when he will be finished lying awake in the single digits of the morning. Of course, he is enjoying using that time for brainstorming and general re-evaluation of his life to date. (1 comment)
Mick squeezed the clutch and downshifted into first gear as he came up the hill to his workshop. He cut the motorcycle’s engine as he crossed the threshold of the garage. He put out the kickstand, turned the fuel petcock to the horizontal position and lifted his leg over the bike. His face felt a little flushed as he pulled off the helmet and placed it on the stainless steel counter top. His heart rate was slightly elevated, although still under the norm. His resting heart rate was nearly as low as a marathon runner's, and as a result he wore a tag around his neck to let emergency personnel know this fact. In short, he was very happy with his ride. He glanced at the GPS track stored on his mobile and shared it with his social network.
It was a nice ride on his 1965 Ducati 25Ø Mark 1, café racer style motorcycle. It was one of his favorite bikes because of the way it rode with its short and low handlebars, and also for the bright orange paint. It felt good to be back home in the East Village, even if his bio-clock had not yet adjusted to New York City time.
Deciding to have a shower later, he sat down in his office and swiveled in his chair. Two giant flat screens lit up and came to life. He received a message indicating that a package had arrived for him. Mick didn’t have any snail mail or package deliveries to his apartment – it all went to a service in a different neighborhood. The paper mail was automatically opened, scanned, and securely emailed to him, but he still had to pick up packages. He looked over the image of the shipping label, noticing the Australian customs declaration, filled in and signed by his uncle. His uncle was a serial inventor, and was always sending his latest and greatest to Mick to try out.
Wonder what it is this time?
Mick began the next day with his usual swim. When he started sailing small dinghies as a teenager, he had taken swimming lessons. These days, he was a strong swimmer, often swimming a few kilometers in a session. On the way back from the pool, he picked up the package from his uncle. Opening the package, he carefully removed a set of small round devices. Mick found a link to the code in the device which he followed. After examining the crypto for about an hour, he was satisfied.
Not bad, Uncle, never know when I might need one of these.
Later, he was pleasantly surprised to find himself invited to join Kateryna’s social network – he had been ‘friended’ by her. He reciprocated and was then able to peruse her profile and friends’ network.
His first stop was her pictures. There were some nice ones of her and lots of other photographs, presumably that she had taken, including a few pinhole photographs. There were mainly travel pics which showed an interest in history, and an excellent eye for composition. There were very few pictures of her with other people – friends, family, etc. Mick realized this was true of his profile as well.
In her friends’ network, he saw a few people he knew, including Gunter and Liz. Her postings read just like her conversation, although she seemed somewhat preoccupied with unusual combinations of foods – those postings seemed to generate the most comments and approvals.
What would she conclude looking at my profile
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