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| Network Null; A Boys Frustration | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 18. April 2014, 02:08 (239 Views) | |
| Hobs | Friday, 18. April 2014, 02:08 Post #1 |
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>2014 Windows Release 7.5.1 (Mortal Coil) for Win7.xxx . .. >Kernel 2.6.8-1378a on Win7.xxx // Welcome >Login: V-Lance >Password: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx >(V-Lance@Windows V-Lance) ls . .. >Welcome >(V-Lance@Windows V-Lance) Network Welcome >Welcome Admin . .. >The Network you are attempting to access does not exist. >/admin/root directory denied. . .. >Console Closed. ... It was the fifth failure in as many days. How was he ever going to break into a network that doesn't exist? 'No. Can't think like that. It has to exist.' Skylar ran both his hands through his hair and grimaced sticking out his tongue. It tasted like last months meatloaf. His beady grey eyes remained focused, the coloured landscape that the letters and numbers formed across his screen continued to change as his fingers raced across the keyboard. Issuing a series of commands to ping the non-existent network. Every single signal he'd sent out timed out. Frustration coloured his pasty white face a reddish pink. It was obvious he wasn't going to get anything done tonight. Not with the lack of sleep, and his mid term due in three days. 'Gotta start that tomorrow.' He mentally reminded himself as he kicked his roller chair away from his desk. The room he'd been occupying since he'd started taking classes was a complete mess of computer hardware and cabling all over the floor, and hastily (Not to be confused with tasty.) written sticky notes all over the walls. The notes all had stings of code, or network addressed he'd tried and failed. It had started on a pegboard that had come with the room, and over the course of the last couple of years had spread along all the walls, and a few were even thumb-tacked into the ceiling. Leaning back, his chair let out a loud squeak as he stared at his ceiling. "What am I missing? There's gotta be something!" He vented his frustration out at the unresponsive ceiling. "Maybe I should call the Doc..." He reached for his mobile just on his bed and froze. 'The Doc's got enough to worry about without me buggin' her I'm sure.' He thought to himself, leaving his mobile resting on his bed, he rose and walked out of his room, closing the door behind him and running his finger along the doorjamb and hearing the audible 'click' he made his way toward the cafeteria. Unfortunately they were serving meatloaf. The same garbage taste he was trying to get out of his mouth. |
| If only my skills could do justice to my imagination! | |
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| Hobs | Friday, 18. April 2014, 18:50 Post #2 |
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>2014 Windows Release 7.5.1 (Mortal Coil) for Win7.xxx >Kernel 2.6.8-1378a on Win7.xxx // Welcome . .. >Login: V-Lance >Password: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx >(V-Lance@Windows V-Lance)ls . .. >Welcome >(V-Lance@Windows V-Lance) Network Welcome >Welcome Admin . .. >Directory of C:\user\admin\CLASSIFIED\Utility . >03/30/2014 03:44 AM <Admin log on> >03/31/2014 04:23 AM <Admin log on> >04/01/2014 02:37 AM 6,782,041 Utility Log On.exe redirect to: /dev/null > 1 File <s> 6,782,041 bytes > 2 Dir <s> 4,268,132,864 bytes free . >Close Console? ... 'Less than three days? How can anyone work and delete utility entrances so fast?' Skylar let out a long drawn out sigh. Sure it had been a half thought out plan,bBut for whomever was handling all these networks to know and stop every backdoor? Every router configuration on the entire system, and all of them running at optimal speeds? 'This system was tight. Government work? Doubt it, they're network guys are lazier than the campus janitorial staff.' Another failure. "Am I boring you Mr. Emsley?" came professor O'Connor's voice from down on the podium. He'd been caught working on his little pet project in class. At the very least he'd been sure to lock out his own computer from the faculty viewing, blaming it on a bug in his operating system. They wouldn't catch on to what he was doing, but they sure as hell knew that he was up to something. 'Crap.' His pasty fingers flew over the keyboard, tapping commands as the professor made his way up. 'Can't be porn, what else do people like? Games!' Just as O'Connor rounded the corner heading toward him, a simple stick fighter game popped up, website directed to a popular flash game website. The professor shot the young lad a sour look. "Game's in my class? Apparently I'm not challenging you enough hm?" The dark haired professor's brown eyes studied his screen for a moment before turning back toward the blushing platinum blonde. "I would like you, to finish chapter's seventeen through twenty by our next session, is that understood?" O'Connor's voice held that unpleasant disappointment that all teachers seemed to be able to inflict upon students. Skylar nodded his slightly over sized head. "Yes sir." Resigned to his fate, and yet another setback in his scheme to understand the network he leaned back in his chair watching his professor descend the stairs and move back toward the podium. 'Three chapters, maybe five hours... If I get two to sleep that still leaves me an hour to work tonight.' Was he running himself ragged? He couldn't tell, the giant circles under his beady grey eyes never seemed to fade no matter how much sleep he got. With another, less audible sigh, Skylar settled into his chair and listened as the professor continued his lecture. Only a few scant hours away from work, and then a few more then his real job could begin again. Figuring out just what it was that was going on behind the scenes of this city. |
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