Rough draft sneak peek ...this is just some ideas I wanted to get typed out...It is not finished yet...
~ Proverbs 8~
1-"Doth not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice?
2-She standeth in the top of high places, by the way in the places of paths.
3-She crieth at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the coming in at the doors.
4-Unto you, O men, I call; and my voice is to to you the sons of man.
5-O ye simple, understand wisdom: and ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart.
6-Hear; for I will speak of excellent things and the opening of my lips shall be right things.
7-My mouth shall speak turth; and wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
8-All the words of my mouth are in rightousness; there is nothing froward or perverse in them.
~2~
Trump did contact Oracle from a payphone and set up a location to meet. On the back row of St. Patrick's Cathedral he sat head bowed in prayer. His bald spot glistened with sweat as he mumbled to GOD. The rest of the church was empty.
The good news is the world was not about to blown to smithereens, the bad news was all over the tv, radios, cells and laptops that LexCorp stopped the war!"
He turns holding a bible and begins his lengthy tale of the company LEXCORP.
Oracle shakes her head constantly struggling to argue with what he was saying. Her eyes hold sadness in them when he finishes.
"We have to take Lex Luthor down! This whole time I thought it was over the Death Ray!" she yells.
Trump leans back and stares up at Jesus on the cross. "No. The Death Ray is nothing compared to Lex Luthor. He is invincible."
Oracle'e eyes now became slits and a evil grin appears on her cherubic face. "No one is invincible! I can get into their system."
"No you can't. His company has the best anti-hack system on the planet. No one has been able to get in! EVER!"
"Well I haven't tried yet!" she said defiantly.
He laughs again. "Their firewalls have firewalls lined by more firewalls. The best you will do is sound an alarm and get yourself noticed. If and I mean if you manage to escape they will find you!"
He eyes her clothes.
Her eyes her glasses.
"Even if you managed to get out of there, they would find you and..."
He eyes her hair and smells her perfume.
"Oh yes they will find you easily.
He leans and looks at her shoes.
"I could track you within minutes!"
"How?"
"Easy. Everything about you leaves a giant trail. You do everything they want. You live blindly like the rest of the poor blind mice." He rubs his bald spot with his handkerchief.
"See your shoes for instance. Tracking. See you glasses, tracking, See you hair products that you buy, tracked, see you clothing tracked...They can even grab your file and know what your patterns are. If you go every tuesday and buy a chocolate mocha latte skim. They know what specific bills of cash you use as they are tracked, your credit cards, just as easy. Your car, tracked, your tv programs, tracked. That driving ID, it started out being called "marketing" but that was when the beast was only a baby beast. Now it is full grown and controls the entire planet."
Oracle looks down at her shoes and clothes.
"The only thing they may not know right away is if someone happened to make you something natural. From living things. A sweater for example,or pottery,, even food from a garden, or perhaps a bouquet from wildflowers... basic settler stuff and even that if sent to a lab contains specific trace elements that if given the right equipment could pinpoint it. Why even dust can be specific enough to just one home. Not to mention they can monitor you from above. Anytime you are outside they are watching. Anything else they can track. They can wipe you off the planet within minutes if you piss them off."
"You mean as in kill?"
"Oh yes. They usually prefer to just destroy your other self. The binary code of you, your twin. They can do that in seconds. Buy a house, seconds, buy a boat, seconds, max out cards, seconds, plant a note on a email so your wife will read from your secretary saying how nice last night was...seconds."
"That's crazy but you managed to survive."
"Yeah. But barely and only because I know what to do. I had years in their world to figure out how things were done." Trump slumps. "My son's wife wasn't so lucky!"
He fidgets his posture and looks around the church. He leans closer. "I never pay in cash. Coins actually."
"Coins?"
"Yeah. It was my salvation. Coins!" He slides closer to her in the pew sliding a bible back in its holder.
"My great grandfather started the tradition, then my grandfather took his collection and added to it then my father and then I began adding as a child. By the time I had retired I had amassed a small fortune. It broke my heart to part with the very first coin. But you get used to it. The coins are my wave of surviving another day. Sometimes I wonder if my old great grandfather knew. If some how way back then he had figured it out." He tosses his head side to side.
"But you just said all things are traceable." Oracle says tilting her head.
He nods "Very good. You do pay attention. I see now why my son likes you. Coins are not as readily traced. Old coins especially but I never sell them in person. I have a list of coin friends who sell them on a commision then take their cut and give me my share. I then leave them a list of things I need from my cut and have them buy it with cash. It looks just as if they bought the groceries, they bought the supplies. Most never have seen me. I convince them I am old, a invalid with a voracious appetite to buy coins on the internet."
"Doesn't anyone get suspicious? You have been a rabbit for years. and did you say your son likes me?"
"Oh no one is suspicous. You have no idea of how many coin collectors there are. I slip right into the masses undetected."
He turns toward her and opens his palm.
"Here."
He places in her hand a coin. "This is for good luck!"
Oracle palms the coin. "Thanks!" She looks at it quickly then darts her eyes back to Trump.
"So they abuse their power and make people their pawns. I assume those with the most money are the most abused. They can easily manipulate them with their knowledge, black mail them with thier power. They started the war we are having right now."
"Not bad kid. But your forgetting the most powerful entities are not people but groups, establishments, fundamental institutions that the people trust. The full house in this deck of cards is the war department, the treasury,the judicial system, the health department...soon guess where our private records are going? Not back in the folders held in the usual facility but all online... Next the school's have been infiltrated as computer classes now replace Home Economic's, the wave of our future, our children now pawns in this dangerous game of chess. And the Ace card, the very source that birthed the virus to society..It all began in Silicon Valley."
"I know about Silicon Valley in Santo Claro and the birth of Apple and Microsoft. I saw the movie also The Pirates of Silcon Valley!"
"Well the age of the creation of the computer changed the face of the globe. Oh. Don't get me wrong. The planet since the dawn of man has had vikings, war mongers, gladiators, soldiers of death, and the ever present spies, cut throats, the days of man will always be filled with espionage, with treason, with selling our souls to the devil but the birth of the PC opened the very gates of hell."
Trump now bows his head again in silence appearing to pray. "Are you religious?"
"I am."
"Good. What we are dealing with is the apocolyspe. Lex Luthor has the ability to wage wars, to spread famine...Oh. Yes. Easily. He can control our vendors, our products, are pharmaceuticals, our vaccines. Every company relies on him for input on what to sell, what the public want, how much. He has amassed his puppets. He can poison our youth simply by breathing. He has tossed his virus to take over the world, the seven plaques, the seven bowels...I see it now. I pray that we may see another day. No one but GOD himself is entitled to that kind of power."
He walks and heads to an atrium and puts some coins in a metal box and lights a candle.
Oracle follows in silence turning the old coin over and over inside her palm.
"I can get you inside but I cannot guarantee your safety. The whole place is under the highest security. We are talking not just camera's and armed guards but thermal detecting equipment, lazer beams, weight scales on the floor that monitor even the employees weight upon leaving. One man was detained for pocketing some pens. Everyone is watched and only the guardians have the pass codes for the main frame computers. Their log in and log outs are at all times, monitored. I don't know how you can possible shut the queen bee down."
Oracle turns to him grinning.
"I know how. I will have someone steal her honey"
He laughs. "Steal her codes? Impossible! The hive is guarded with back up alarms and a protocol of defense. Besides the guardians, the Queen is surrounded by other teams of guards. They are called drones. You won't be able to get anywhere near their Queen."
"I think I can with with the help from an old aquaintance and new ones... I am sure this can be done!"
"A suicide mission? A Hari Kari...Well why not? I mean let's try it. The world is falling apart now. We could be dead by nightfall. Why not?" Trump says squinting his eyes in a chuckle.
Oracle laughs. "So LexCorp starts a war then makes the world believe that are the saviors."
"Yep. And they are not saviors. I fore-see a great deal of blackmailing before this is over. Lex Luthor will do a bit of inside trading secrets, fraudent rumors, and deadly finger pointing to any country, any military group, why even one single poor soul to dump this bag of stinking mess. People would contribute greatly to help catch a terrorist but if told they were the terrorist, why who knows to what ends a man or group will go to save their very soul from the devil."
He leans toward the candle. "Can you imagine going down in history as the alleged terrorist group member? Why I see that his billions will soon be unfathomable."
Oracle stares into the flame. "There has to be a way to prove he is setting everyone up against themselves!"
Trump stares at the tiny votive candle flickering.
"So far no one has been able to stop it. They either respect him or they fear him. I fear him. He is the most powerful man on Earth. He has unlatched Pandora's box. Soon he will have every human kneeling before him. Like I said. He can simply erase your life. He can either kill you or your twin either way you are dead."
"How can a serial killer or mass genocide advocate stay within the realms of the law?"
He heads toward the exit with Oracle beside him.
"Because first no one would dare take him to court second even if one were brave enough to make it to trial he would have the judge and every jury swayed before the opening statement was made. He knows evereything. I am not talking just the jury like the movie Runaway jury with Dustin Hoffman, John Cusack and Gene Hackman I am talking he knows how to make them scream for mercy. Every dark secret, every detail of their personal lives, their most prized possessions, he can wreck a life in an instant... why he would stoop to threaten children. If you were a parent and forced to choose between the truth or your children's lives what would you do? We are in the palm of his hand. He can even stage a murder of a trial member with a nod. He can make it so believable as he knows every detail of just about everyone on the planet. Oh don't get me wrong he would never do the deed himself but he would plan it out. He can easily find out people's flaws, make it so believable that even the innocent person would doubt their own sanity. He knows all your secrets. He knows all your vices, he knows all your past mistakes and can speculate or stage your future re-lapses. He knows just whom to pin it on. We are a story board for him to pick and choose what the ending will be."
"I never thought what an open book we are. I never thought some one could have this kind of power and how if misused how deadly if can be. He is a muderer! He must be stopped!" Oracle yells pocketing the coin snugly in her pocket.
Trump stands in the doorway."Once again Cochran, prove it!"
"I shall! But first let's go get the Queen!"
"Slow down! You may think your friends are good but Luthor's team is the best. I can tell by your hands, your posture, your attitude that you have no idea what we are up against."
Oracle stops and places her hands on her hips and straightens up in defiance. " I know what we are up against! I also know a few people. They are young and experienced in this. They are not the usual posers of rebellious bored teens but creative and brilliant kids who know the latest software, know the lingo. If you throw one into LexCorp that is oldschool and they so much as type in just one dash incorrectly then the hive will send out a swarm instantly and move the hive to a new area for safety. In geek language you get stung! The female bees who guard the hives will attack you. They will as in real life use their only stinger to die leaving you infected and reeking of phermones. In other words,you and your friends will be sought out with a big fat death warrant until destroyed! That bee will die slowly meaning that link will disintegrate but continue to pulse into your bloodstream her poison...I GET IT!"
"WOW!" Trump says trying to close his mouth from dangling.
Oracle relaxes. " For now we just need to try to get access. Access to the one system that has never been hacked. For this I need help from a fairy tale world filled with dragons and dungeons. For that I am off to see the WHIZARD."
"Wizard?"
Oracle nods. "Yeah but he spells it w-h-i-z-a-r-d. He is known in the east coast to be the best. I found him through the chat rooms for hackers, super-users, rooters, phreaks, codeslingers, freeware civilians and warez traders. He created a MUD that only the best can join. That group is for exceptional gamers. There are few rules in the city of Avalon. They once battled against each other and reigned in kingdoms. They all eventually fell to the Whizard. He is that good. He is like their dragonmaster in D&D. He finally ended up bored from all his team-mates losing and decided to allow them deeds. To stay they must bring him things to prove themselves worthy. Now they bring him proof of hacks. It became a game now for his favor. The kids want to show him they are loyal and to gain bragging rights. They started to hack into the hardest systems. Two even created a system that changed life in Avalon. It allows you access to any system. The call it Merlin. In the old days the only way to send a virus was via a email attachement or to physically sneek in someone's home and get in their pc. Now they proved to the whizard that they can do it from home in a few clicks. He made them his Knights of the Round Cables. They now consist of about a dozen kids. Each kid is a genius and fast to adapt to the daily changing systems on the web. These kids live by their computers. It is their back yard. The most active are the three smush_kateers or screen name's LAn-ZeaLOT/XD , BeOwulV#u and XxGuinEVerEsmartzxX. If I can can brag enough that these kids can't possible get into this system, they may bite. The Whizard may even take a look."
Trump shrugs and sighs looking at Oracle."You are a bonafide nerd?"
Oracle grins and shoves her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "Yes! and we can use a disposable system for ICQ. If they get pissed off and want to send me a little welcome to the neighborhood gift I need to make sure it will not reach my real server. I think they will be leary of a newbie and try to trace me with the response times in my anonymizer. I don't want to lose a second. I will program it to cease. They will be impressed that my time reads 00:00 p.m. If I can gain their interest in some packets they will sniff next ... maybe they will let me in. I need their help to design a Kludge. If we can get in we may be able to locate the source code for LexCorp. I will create a new apk game called Apocolypse and see if they want to join. We need them! We need Merlin!"
Trump walks out the church door whistling and singing softly "We're off the see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!"