You might have a problem with the first part of this.
I say that because I, myself, have a problem with it. But I'm computer illiterate and can't think of any other way. Also, people have told me that it works, and that it's possible. But that's not enough, you see, because I'm very insecure and therefore still worry that it's ALL HORRIBLY WRONG!!!!
So yeah. Feel free to yell "THAT'S ALL HORRIBLY WRONG!" at me. Constructive criticism always kicks bootah, anyway.
*******
"We've deleted his files from the mainframe and changed all the passwords, just as you asked, Madame. We've also erected 5 firewalls, laced with redirection and blind links."
"Excellent," Renfro commented. She stood pondering for a moment, glad that Manticore's database was now well protected from the likes of Lydecker but still edgy and unsatisfied. A grin crossed her lips as the idea materialized.
"Was...there something else you wanted?" the technician asked warily.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," she answered. "I want you to create somewhat of a...false database, if you know what I mean. Use the old domain, codes, and passwords and make it look as similar to the original as possible."
"Madame, with all due respect, I don't see what possibly could be gained from..."
"Just do it!" Renfro snapped. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as the technician shuddered and went fast to work, acting as the coward he was. "Weak-minded fool," she mumbled under her breath. She hovered over his shoulder as he worked, scrutinizing every detail and making sure it was hard even for herself to tell the difference between the two systems. Excellent work this man did; shame he was such a wimp.
"That should do it," he muttered as he put on the finishing touches.
"Well done," said she as she thought of the highly unprofessional favoritism Lydecker had shown. "One more thing, though...make it so that we'll immediately know when someone enters this system, and also make sure information on prototype X5-452 is as quick and easy to find as possible without it being too blatantly obvious."
"All right," the technician mouthed as his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Um...if you don't mind me asking, Madame, what is the purpose of all of this?"
Renfro smiled grimly. "The trap is set...now we just have to sit back and wait for the rat."
*******
Another morning in Logan Cale's apartment. Another day of dealing with barely concealed resentment and the truths he still wasn't ready to accept.
After Logan's painfully effective speech the previous morning, Lydecker had remained mostly silent and immobile for the remainder of the day, save for the occasional runs to the bathroom to make love to the toilet. Logan hadn't exactly been thrilled, but at the same time it made things a bit easier for him. He still didn't trust Lydecker, naturally, and with him out of commission both physically and mentally it was far less difficult to keep a close eye on him.
Presently, though, Lydecker was arising ahead of his host and wasn't too intent on keeping in bed. His stomach, which had finally ceased its churning, was getting the best of him and he figured it wouldn't be too big of a deal to find some food and make himself a breakfast. He wandered about the kitchen, haphazardly putting together a sandwich - a SANDWICH, of all things, at THIS hour - as he tried to block the words from his mind. 'Better weapons and soldiers don't end war, they only make it worse.' They'd been bothering him since they'd left Logan's mouth, tearing at his brain and fighting for space in the realm of Truth despite his persistent denial of being wrong. But...what if he WAS wrong? What if he'd been wrong about everything all along? That's some heavy stuff...too heavy to deal with at this juncture in his life. Right now he needed to focus all of his emotional strength on getting over Renfro's betrayal and the loss of Max. Zack, as well. His two best and brightest...his favorites, gone. He felt himself starting to cry but pushed it back. Tears are not weapons...they solve nothing, win no battles, bring no one back. God...he needed a drink. NO! There would not be a repeat of the other night. He must be strong. Will power. Resistance. He looked down at his sandwich and focused on how hungry he was until he was able to move over to the couch in the main room and begin eating.
He couldn't figure out why he hadn't noticed the fancy computers and cameras before. He'd probably been too wrapped up in his hangover and Logan's stark picture of reality. A familiar curiosity was now welling up inside of him, though, and he advanced on the equipment to get a closer look. State-of-the-art computer technology...which made sense, considering the hacking abilities Logan had demonstrated on the battlefield. But that didn't explain the cameras. What use could Logan have of them? Would could he possibly...
Oh my god.
The pieces fell into place faster than his mind could process them. Logan was a computer whiz and expert hacker...so was Eyes Only. Logan had the means to make television broadcasts...so, obviously, did Eyes Only. Logan knew about the Manticore project and cared about the well being of its subjects...so did Eyes Only. Logan obviously had feelings for Max...so did Eyes Only. And, most importantly, Logan hadn't covered his tracks very well, and now two piercing, pixilated blue eyes had a face to belong to.
Logan and Eyes Only were not separate.
They were the same person.
I say that because I, myself, have a problem with it. But I'm computer illiterate and can't think of any other way. Also, people have told me that it works, and that it's possible. But that's not enough, you see, because I'm very insecure and therefore still worry that it's ALL HORRIBLY WRONG!!!!
So yeah. Feel free to yell "THAT'S ALL HORRIBLY WRONG!" at me. Constructive criticism always kicks bootah, anyway.
*******
"We've deleted his files from the mainframe and changed all the passwords, just as you asked, Madame. We've also erected 5 firewalls, laced with redirection and blind links."
"Excellent," Renfro commented. She stood pondering for a moment, glad that Manticore's database was now well protected from the likes of Lydecker but still edgy and unsatisfied. A grin crossed her lips as the idea materialized.
"Was...there something else you wanted?" the technician asked warily.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," she answered. "I want you to create somewhat of a...false database, if you know what I mean. Use the old domain, codes, and passwords and make it look as similar to the original as possible."
"Madame, with all due respect, I don't see what possibly could be gained from..."
"Just do it!" Renfro snapped. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as the technician shuddered and went fast to work, acting as the coward he was. "Weak-minded fool," she mumbled under her breath. She hovered over his shoulder as he worked, scrutinizing every detail and making sure it was hard even for herself to tell the difference between the two systems. Excellent work this man did; shame he was such a wimp.
"That should do it," he muttered as he put on the finishing touches.
"Well done," said she as she thought of the highly unprofessional favoritism Lydecker had shown. "One more thing, though...make it so that we'll immediately know when someone enters this system, and also make sure information on prototype X5-452 is as quick and easy to find as possible without it being too blatantly obvious."
"All right," the technician mouthed as his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Um...if you don't mind me asking, Madame, what is the purpose of all of this?"
Renfro smiled grimly. "The trap is set...now we just have to sit back and wait for the rat."
*******
Another morning in Logan Cale's apartment. Another day of dealing with barely concealed resentment and the truths he still wasn't ready to accept.
After Logan's painfully effective speech the previous morning, Lydecker had remained mostly silent and immobile for the remainder of the day, save for the occasional runs to the bathroom to make love to the toilet. Logan hadn't exactly been thrilled, but at the same time it made things a bit easier for him. He still didn't trust Lydecker, naturally, and with him out of commission both physically and mentally it was far less difficult to keep a close eye on him.
Presently, though, Lydecker was arising ahead of his host and wasn't too intent on keeping in bed. His stomach, which had finally ceased its churning, was getting the best of him and he figured it wouldn't be too big of a deal to find some food and make himself a breakfast. He wandered about the kitchen, haphazardly putting together a sandwich - a SANDWICH, of all things, at THIS hour - as he tried to block the words from his mind. 'Better weapons and soldiers don't end war, they only make it worse.' They'd been bothering him since they'd left Logan's mouth, tearing at his brain and fighting for space in the realm of Truth despite his persistent denial of being wrong. But...what if he WAS wrong? What if he'd been wrong about everything all along? That's some heavy stuff...too heavy to deal with at this juncture in his life. Right now he needed to focus all of his emotional strength on getting over Renfro's betrayal and the loss of Max. Zack, as well. His two best and brightest...his favorites, gone. He felt himself starting to cry but pushed it back. Tears are not weapons...they solve nothing, win no battles, bring no one back. God...he needed a drink. NO! There would not be a repeat of the other night. He must be strong. Will power. Resistance. He looked down at his sandwich and focused on how hungry he was until he was able to move over to the couch in the main room and begin eating.
He couldn't figure out why he hadn't noticed the fancy computers and cameras before. He'd probably been too wrapped up in his hangover and Logan's stark picture of reality. A familiar curiosity was now welling up inside of him, though, and he advanced on the equipment to get a closer look. State-of-the-art computer technology...which made sense, considering the hacking abilities Logan had demonstrated on the battlefield. But that didn't explain the cameras. What use could Logan have of them? Would could he possibly...
Oh my god.
The pieces fell into place faster than his mind could process them. Logan was a computer whiz and expert hacker...so was Eyes Only. Logan had the means to make television broadcasts...so, obviously, did Eyes Only. Logan knew about the Manticore project and cared about the well being of its subjects...so did Eyes Only. Logan obviously had feelings for Max...so did Eyes Only. And, most importantly, Logan hadn't covered his tracks very well, and now two piercing, pixilated blue eyes had a face to belong to.
Logan and Eyes Only were not separate.
They were the same person.