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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
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Remote Monkeys; Skype Conversations
Topic Started: Thursday, 2. October 2014, 17:53 (350 Views)
Tsar Ilya the First
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Skype conversation between Ilya (Khoza) and his brother Maxim (Ruka). Maxim is in Berlin. Ilya is in London.

[RUKA]: Are you there?
[KHOZA]: Yes. You got him?
[RUKA]: He's here.
[KHOZA]: Good. Let him type.
[RUKA]: No. First, you tell me why.
[KHOZA]: What? No! I already explained! It's simple!
[RUKA]: You didn't. I still don't know why.
[KHOZA]: Why what? It's necessary. Someone has to do it.
[RUKA]: Why you?
[KHOZA]: It's good for us.
[RUKA]: Not for me. Not for Valera. Maybe for you.
[KHOZA]: I have the chance to build something here. Something meaningful.
[RUKA]: We have something. You already built it. We have a good business.
[KHOZA]: That is not meaningful.
[RUKA]: What? That's exactly why we are on this world!
[KHOZA]: Really? To be pimps?
[RUKA]: That's a nasty word. We provide love. We share the seed of marriage. We arrange the future.
[KHOZA]: Beautiful. Let him type.
[RUKA]: Explain why, and I'll let him type.
[KHOZA]: I need to gather a circle of people who could be willing to cooperate with me.
[RUKA]: Anarchs?
[KHOZA]: That's just a word people use.
[RUKA]: But they are Anarchs, right?
[KHOZA]: Maybe. They are considered that, and most of them are Brujah. But there are people who call themselves Anarchs who have nothing to do with all of this.
[RUKA]: And what is 'All of this'?
[KHOZA]: Freedom, brother. No more blood bonding, no more mind raping... freedom.
[RUKA]: You sound like a hollow slogan machine.
[KHOZA]: Have you been talking to Valera?
[RUKA]: Sure. At least she doesn't pretend to be what she's not. She collaborates with the Anarchs, but she's a legitimate businesswoman.
[KHOZA]: Okay, look at it like this: What I'm trying to achieve can benefit you too. I just want to create a damn network, some private way of establishing contact with people who are close to you.
[RUKA]: What's wrong with Skype?
[KHOZA]: People can hack it. Anyone guesses your password, they have access to this conversation, and more. How do I know you are really my brother?
[RUKA]: You can call me. I've got a webcam.
[KHOZA]: It was a rhetorical question. The same Network I'll use to communicate with my potential allies, you can use it to do the same, and to establish useful business connections. Don't you see?
[RUKA]: As long as those connections are far from the Camarilla, right?
[KHOZA]: Yes. If this works, and they infiltrate it, they can ruin everything. Their greed for power is too big. They can't be trusted.
[RUKA]: That's it? More hollow statements?
[KHOZA]: Stop saying that! It is not hollow!
[RUKA]: You can't generalize like that. The Camarilla is composed by hundreds of individuals; each one of them has a different set of values. The base is the same, but they are all different.
[KHOZA]: Who's being obvious now? The Anarchs are the same, and the Sabbat too.
[RUKA]: I don't know anything about that.
[KHOZA]: I do. They are sentient, living creatures too. Our brothers. They may not be trustworthy, but they don't deserve to be labeled as monsters and battled for no reason.
[RUKA]: No reason? They are monsters! Look at what they did with you?
[KHOZA]: What? Teach me about freedom? About camaraderie?
[RUKA]: Okay. It's impossible to argye with you.
[KHOZA]: No, it's not. At least I call things by their name!
[RUKA]: You keep on repeating slogans.
[KHOZA]: I thought you were on my side!
[RUKA]: I am. What about the mortals? They are living, sentient creatures too. Aren't they our brothers?
[KHOZA]: That's a different subject.
[RUKA]: It is not. You can't randomly establish a difference between mortals and us, like that.
[KHOZA]: Why not? They are not like us. They are animals. Robots we can program. Tools.
[RUKA]: Because you say so. They can talk. They can think. They can rationalize and create. Hell, even the languages we speak were created by them!
[KHOZA]: How do you know that?
[RUKA]: What?
[KHOZA]: How do you know that our kind didn't create this language, for example?
[RUKA]: That's... ridiculous.
[KHOZA]: Is it? Why is it so ridiculous? Maybe most of those things you believe were created by humanity, are in fact our work in the shadow.
[RUKA]: Whatever. You can't seriously give me that speech about freedom and whatnot, and then say that mortals are animals. It's just... Nonsense!
[KHOZA]: It's my nonsense, and I thought you respected it.
[RUKA]: I respect you, not those ridiculous theories. Mortals are not just animals. They are our brothers. They deserve our respect. They deserve to be treated as equals, not as machines you can program at will. That's monstrous.
[KHOZA]: Fine. Where is he?
[RUKA]: Who?
[KHOZA]: The damn mortal. The programmer.
[RUKA]: Ah! He is sitting just beside me.
[KHOZA]: What? Is he reading all of this?
[RUKA]: Don't worry, I fucked his mind for good. He doesn't even know what's his name, now.
[KHOZA]: Are you fucking kidding me?
[RUKA]: What? Why?
[KHOZA]: All of that moralizing shit about how mortals are our equals, and you had our programmer turned into a zombie just beside you?
[RUKA]: If you put it like this...
[KHOZA]: Okay. I'm hanging up. Put him up to speed, let him read my docs. And then poke me.
[RUKA]: Alright.


Are you mad?


Khoza?


Are you still there?


Asshole.


Forty minutes later

[RUKA]: Done.
[KHOZA]: Let him type.
[RUKA]: What?
[KHOZA]: Give him the damn keyboard.
[RUKA]: Hell... I froze him again.
[KHOZA]: You are an idiot.
[RUKA]: One second...

Hello?

[KHOZA]: Are you the programmer?
[RUKA]: Yes.
[KHOZA]: Did you read the documentation?
[RUKA]: I did.
[KHOZA]: So?
[RUKA]: It's fairly simple. A closed box. Access via affiliate links on sites with very low reputation; torrent, stream, porn, more porn, specific porn niches, direct pirate download sites, free ebook sites, pyramid schemes, and all that shit. Backdoor from there, redirect to access link, that iris recogition software you sent... and... ta-da.
[KHOZA]: Okay. Are you just copying what I wrote?
[RUKA]: Mostly.
[KHOZA]: Can you do it?
[RUKA]: Sure.
[KHOZA]: Will it be secure?
[RUKA]: Quite. Very. Nothing is 100% secure, but your system works. Anyway, as long as you don't need bank transfers, or google ranking, or messing with anything that involves money or advertisement, it's hard to find you.
[KHOZA]: How long will it take?
[RUKA]: Couple months.
[KHOZA]: Working full time?
[RUKA]: Depends on the money. I already have a job, you know?
[KHOZA]: If I could pay you enough to quit? How long?
[RUKA]: A couple of weeks.
[KHOZA]: I can add some extras. Ask my partner to show you the catalog.
[RUKA]: The what?
[KHOZA]: The catalog. Go. Do it.
[RUKA]: Okay.


Fine. Ten days.

[KHOZA]: Great. We'll talk in five days.
[RUKA]: Are you there? It's me.
[KHOZA]: Who is "me"?
[RUKA]: Your brother.
[KHOZA]: Ah. Okay, make the guy work night and day. Don't push his mind too hard; we need him sharp and smart. Any signs of weakness, use a girl to keep him happy. By the way... is he reading this?
[RUKA]: Sure.
[KHOZA]: Great. Make him forget this part.
[RUKA]: Of course.
[KHOZA]: Okay, we'll talk back in five days.
[RUKA]: What do you want me to do with him afterwards?
[KHOZA]: What do you mean?
[RUKA]: Well... I could erase his mind, that's not a problem...
[KHOZA]: We'll decide when we get there.
[RUKA]: Okay.
[KHOZA]: Take care. I love you, brother.
[RUKA]: I love you too.
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Bert the programmer worked day and night for ten days. Maxim overlooked his work closely, making sure he didn't slack off. To keep him awake and happy, he gave him his blood. Bert became a new ghoul of the Senkin family. Every time the slightest sign of discontent showed up on Bert's face, Maxim just sent him one of the girls, and he recovered his good spirits in no time.

The ten days went by quite quickly. The job wasn't finished. The programmer needed to finish off some additional stuff he had not calculated at first. As always, this kind of project was more costly and complex than what was originally calculated.

Fifteen days afterwards, the network was up and running. There were still some implementation work to do, and it was far from perfect, but it was working. Ilya sat down in his room, his laptop, his tablet and his phone in front of him, and prepared himself for his first test.

He started with the laptop, the easiest one. After installing the small client software, he entered that filthy disgusting porn site, where a explosion of grotesque body parts and diverse bodily fluids flooded his screen. Scrolling down, just to the right of the "Terms of Service" section, there was a hidden button. He clicked it. Nothing changed, but his webcam suddenly activated. He approached the webcam, putting his right eye in front of it. The software they were using did not use 'real' iris recognition algorithms; they would have needed much better cameras for that. Instead, it used the webcam to take a snapshot of the eye and compare it to another picture stored in the system. If the test was successful, the new picture would be stored as well to create a more complex and complete iris profile. An ingenious way of faking iris recognition, for free. The problem was, as Bert clearly stated before, that the system could make mistakes if the lighting conditions were not good enough.

A small black window opened on Ilya's screen. He was in. The network worked. Now, he only needed people to populate it. Time to put in motion the next part of his plan. Even though not all the features of the network were up and running, it was functional enough to build something on top of it. The only frustrating bit was having to depend on Bert to keep it updated; Ilya knew that the mortal was a huge liability, even if he was in Berlin, captured by Maxim's loving grasp. He tested the tablet and the phone. It all worked fine.

In order to take the next step, he sent the following email to Maxim and Valera, his brother and sister, the former living in Berlin and the later in Los Angeles, both connected to the Anarch community:



Dear Maxim and dear Valera,

I hope this letter finds you both well. I'm glad to inform you that my plans are working to perfection. However, I need your help. Please, let your contacts there, those who oppose the tyranny of the capes of course, that London needs them. If they want to come by, and meet with me to discuss what's going on here, tell them to follow these instructions:

There is a payphone located at 777 High Street, postcode N17 8AH, between Enfield and Harringey, very close to the Tottenham Spurs Stadium. Every night, at 11:00PM that telephone will ring for fifteen minutes. If any free spirit wants to meet with me, they'll just have to pick up the call.

Thank you very much.

Love,
Ilya.




He grabbed his phone, and called the payphone at 777 High Street for the first time.
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