~a/n: I'm actually not sure if it is possible to decode a disk, as I don't
know if one can even be encoded to begin with, but I felt it was a nice
little tie in.
C h a p t e r T h r e e : E v i d e n c e ?
Violet sat before the little pulley system with a small can of oil. She added a carefully measured drop to the wheel and tried again. It turned grugingly, and she squeezed the dropper again. This time it turned smoothly, and she sat back in her chair, feeling quite pleased with herself.
A pigeon fluttered in the open window and pecked her arm.
"What is it, Daniel?"
He cooed and stuck out his leg.
"Ooo," she said with a smile. "Decoding. I haven't gotten to do that in a while. Thank you." She tore open the little packet.
He cooed again, pointing with his leg to her dinner plate from that evening, which still held a piece of bread.
"Help yourself," she smiled, turning to her computer. Now the computer at Prufrock Prep was rather advanced, but if one placed it in a room next to Violet's it would appear to be little more than an abacus. Violet was sitting before the most advanced computer on the market, with a few programming additions she had designed herself. She entered the disk and started her decoding program, reading the note that Duncan had stuck inside the envelope while the computer began analyzing the code.
Dear V, the letter began,
As you know, for some time now, we have been investigating C to find out if she is loyal. We have learned from the Schism of past generations and are taking no chances with her. This afternoon I found myself having tea with her, and poked about a bit while she was in the kitchen. While I found not one sugarbowl, I did happen across the disk you hold in your very hands. I've never been very good with computers, and when mine said the files were encoded I thought of you instantaneously. Please get back to me as soon as you are able.
With all due respect, Duncan
"The world is quiet here."
She folded the note and placed it back in the envelope, then looked at the screen and snorted. "Well, I guess whatever this is C didn't care enough to encode it very well."
Daniel looked up from the plate and cooed questioningly.
"This isn't a very hard code to crack. Simple variation of the old Diablo code. Shouldn't take me more than five minutes."
Now I'm not very good with any advanced computer work, so I'm not entirely sure what Violet was doing, but it involved a lot of typing. A pleased smile slid across her face as she absorbed herself in the work.
"Not bad, C, not bad, but you forget who invented the Diablo encoding program to begin with. Trust me; I can take you out, sister."
For half an our she worked on the code, symbols forming letters, letters leading to words, and words slowly turning into sentences and paragraphs. After she finished and read what was written there, she almost wished she hadn't.
C h a p t e r T h r e e : E v i d e n c e ?
Violet sat before the little pulley system with a small can of oil. She added a carefully measured drop to the wheel and tried again. It turned grugingly, and she squeezed the dropper again. This time it turned smoothly, and she sat back in her chair, feeling quite pleased with herself.
A pigeon fluttered in the open window and pecked her arm.
"What is it, Daniel?"
He cooed and stuck out his leg.
"Ooo," she said with a smile. "Decoding. I haven't gotten to do that in a while. Thank you." She tore open the little packet.
He cooed again, pointing with his leg to her dinner plate from that evening, which still held a piece of bread.
"Help yourself," she smiled, turning to her computer. Now the computer at Prufrock Prep was rather advanced, but if one placed it in a room next to Violet's it would appear to be little more than an abacus. Violet was sitting before the most advanced computer on the market, with a few programming additions she had designed herself. She entered the disk and started her decoding program, reading the note that Duncan had stuck inside the envelope while the computer began analyzing the code.
Dear V, the letter began,
As you know, for some time now, we have been investigating C to find out if she is loyal. We have learned from the Schism of past generations and are taking no chances with her. This afternoon I found myself having tea with her, and poked about a bit while she was in the kitchen. While I found not one sugarbowl, I did happen across the disk you hold in your very hands. I've never been very good with computers, and when mine said the files were encoded I thought of you instantaneously. Please get back to me as soon as you are able.
With all due respect, Duncan
"The world is quiet here."
She folded the note and placed it back in the envelope, then looked at the screen and snorted. "Well, I guess whatever this is C didn't care enough to encode it very well."
Daniel looked up from the plate and cooed questioningly.
"This isn't a very hard code to crack. Simple variation of the old Diablo code. Shouldn't take me more than five minutes."
Now I'm not very good with any advanced computer work, so I'm not entirely sure what Violet was doing, but it involved a lot of typing. A pleased smile slid across her face as she absorbed herself in the work.
"Not bad, C, not bad, but you forget who invented the Diablo encoding program to begin with. Trust me; I can take you out, sister."
For half an our she worked on the code, symbols forming letters, letters leading to words, and words slowly turning into sentences and paragraphs. After she finished and read what was written there, she almost wished she hadn't.