Written by Brian C. Williams
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Tin Universe Daily #222
Tin Universe Daily #222
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Operation Play The Jaz Of New Wounds: Part 1
The
Maydex computer was one of the most advanced pieces of technology in all of the
British Empire.
I
say “was” not just trying to get my tenses right.
I
think that was simple past?
The
“was” was also to push a point that no technology is beyond future advancements.
The
Maydex computer was built to help detect any sort of Beyond Human activity come
from anywhere close outside British borders. It’s meant as an early warning
system.
You
know what Maydex can’t do?
A
Maydex computer can’t predict a Jaz Brooks.
Jaz
Brooks sat in a chair scratching her forehead ,bringing blood and ripping the
skin.
If
she kept this up her forehead might end up looking like Dusty Rhodes.
RIP
The American Dream.
Jaz
was sitting on a chair, and the chair she was sitting on was an old wooden
rocker that had been placed on the porch of a rundown house.
Jaz
was about 5’10 and looked like a normal 20 something. She was a young lady in
the generation of fast food and crazed diets. She had a figure but was also
shaped like someone who worked out on a regular basis.
Basically
as a friend of mine use to say “She has a bit of cornbread about her.”
Continuing
on my unwarranted discussion of her appearance Jaz was wearing a wife beater
shirt and if she was bigger chested she would have been showing them to the
world but without a bra they stay hidden.
Her
fashion was a pair of jeans that were black but with splatters of yellow paint
on them and she was barefoot except for barbwire wrapped around her right foot.
The
barbwire had pierced and ripped open wounds that dripped blood creating a blood
puddle on the porch.
The
Maydex didn’t pick up her until the first drop hit the porch of the old house.
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Tin Universe Daily #221
Tin Universe Daily #221
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
Operation Babel Fishing: Part 2
An
M.B.H.T. device, otherwise known as a Music Box Hack Tool is a small crank
wrist device that moves in appearance very much like the interworking’s of a
small music box. In fact the function of a M.B.H.T. device is to detect one
thing on purpose and that is to detect unsafe open Wi-Fi and computer systems,
but it also detects any sort of one way or two way listening devices nearby.
He
likes to make people think he’s a cosmic maker, tinker of thrown away pieces, a
manipulator of things to work a way not originally meant. Part of him wants
people to believe he is part of some interdimensional DIY culture that creates
technological tips to doing things on their own.
He’s
had his run ins with more than a few Hacker Scales, been hunted by groups of
CNC Assassins across sterile lands, and he even got involved in the family feud
between the Woodworked Bots and the Metalworked bots that left a big scar on
one of his legs that will not heal.
He
did create his M.B.H.T. device and considered it part of his “learning through
doing” philosophy. This way of thinking is why he had walked this day to where
he was.
Serenity
had been sitting in an office for 6 hours playing with his gadget, an office
only a few people had set foot one in. He was sitting relaxed like it was a
place he was all so familiar with and had no worries about having his feet up
on the old oak table. His old WWII Army boots were a sight set against the nice
wood finish and the brass and gold decorating its surface.
The
room was stark in decorations but with things here and there to make points
about its usual dweller. There was a Baby Hand Of Fate in a glass box on a lone
shelf hanging on the wall behind the desk chair. Also one side of the office
hung a poster from the 1990 movie Hidden Agenda, and on the other side a
picture of his boss.
No,
not him.
Not
her either.
Or
him.
Robert
Gilligan, codenamed Spotlight, the head of Viking Section, a secret arm, for
the most part, sort of, of the Security Service of the British Empire, this
important man walked into his office with a little cackle seeing that Serenity
had made himself comfortable.
He
had received a letter a few months ago from Serenity saying he wanted to stop
by and talk about business.
‘Making
yourself at home?’
Serenity
sat up straight smiling, ‘You know me. I’m always where I want to be and where
I need to be and where that is is home.’
‘You
have always been a confusing man to talk to Serenity.’
‘My
dear man, with any way of communication it’s all about how you listen.’
Spotlight
sat down at his desk, ‘So what did you want to see me about? Oh, and thanks for
the help with the Peacock Katana operation.’
‘Always
glade to help. And I would be more than happy to continue to help.’
‘Are
you asking to join Viking Section? After I asked. No after I begged you to be
the field leader, now you are ready to join up?’
‘I’m
offering out of the kindness of my heart to help out a friend.’
‘Yea,
right, I’m buying that.’
‘Would
you want to take up and use my talents? That’s what I’m asking.’
‘You’ll
have to answer to Gator. He’s a good man and I’m not demoting him. Even for
you.’
‘All
good with me my old friend.’
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