The Diary of Cyber Sleuth: Day Three
Fiction by Sam Aurelius Milam III
It's
been about a month. Hell. No. Look at the calendar.
It's been three months. Been busy.
I
still have a work load in NSA but it's beginning to interfere with things
that I'd rather do. Also, I like it less and less, the kinds of things
that the bosses make me do. I'm going to fix that. Both of
those things. The work load and the kinds of things. Don't
know how yet but I'll do it.
Figured
I'd start at the beginning so I did some more work orders and etc and got
myself my own internet connection. I still use the standard connection
for NSA stuff, just so the bosses can spy on what I'm doing. Keeps
them happy. That's in my old office, which is still there.
I use my private connection for my own stuff, in my conference room.
Now, understand this. I didn't get the connection in that conference
room the normal way. I went into the ISP computers myself, set it
all up, they never even knew they were getting a new customer. Erased
all records of the transaction. Account is completely invisible.
So, my private internet connection is active, free, permanent, and completely
unknown to anybody. Child's play, if you know how.
After
that was working, I started a small cash flow from a black project that
I found, some kind of big joint thing between DOD over here and MOD in
the UK, big one that nobody's supposed to know about. No oversight
on it, no visibility, huge black budget, nobody'll ever notice a few dollars
leaking into my account, via 30 or so different locations along the way.
Even if they notice, they'll never trace it to the account. I have
so many traps, gaps, and blind alleys along the way that nobody'll ever
be able to find where the funds are going, even if they notice that they're
going, which they won't. I should note here that I have my own way
of describing things. Wannabe hackers can call them what they want.
I call them traps, gaps, blind alleys, skids, and so forth. Anyway,
every penny that leaves the project by way of my leak is designated as
a very small increase in the cost of some randomly selected item in the
project's budget. They'll never notice.
Gotta
go.
The Diary of Cyber Sleuth: Day Four
Fiction by Sam Aurelius Milam III
Several
months again.
I've
spent the past several months working on a bright idea. I developed
it completely quarantined from the internet. Didn't want to take
any chance at all of the thing getting loose before I knew I could control
it. After I was sure, I turned it loose. What I did was to
create what I imagine is the first ever real time real live internet animal.
Well, living thing. Animal? Plant? I guess not, but it's
alive. It lives in the internet. Saw something like it once
on X-Files but this is real. I call him Cyber Dog. He does
things of his own volition, grows, learns, Hell, I hope not but maybe even
reproduces. Have to watch that. Wouldn't want him to turn into
a plague.
He's
a very capable program. He started out small but I soon figured out
that he can do almost anything that I tell him to do. He can sure
enough do all of the routine things. That leaves me the pleasure
of doing the interesting stuff. I doubt if anybody will ever find
Cyber Dog because he doesn't exist in just one place. He exists in
hundreds, hell, maybe by now in thousands or even millions of places around
the world. His main directory program keeps track of it. I
don't have him on my computer here. He stores himself in bits and
pieces in thousands of computers, maybe millions of computers. He
has all of the skids that I developed over my years of work at NSA so he
can get into any computer that I ever hacked, assuming something didn't
change in the meantime. He also has all of the standard basic hack
techniques. Of course, he doesn't have the attitude. He's just
an animal. Well, sort of an animal. Anyway, he stores a bit
of himself in Joe's computer, a piece of himself in Sally's computer, some
more of himself at Bank of America, and so on. Sure, bits and pieces
of him disap-
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