comStar Firewall alert - PhaseThrough
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. . . Matrix phenoMena . . .<br />
It’s not real. You’ve worked too hard the past few days, she thought, her hands searching for the<br />
tranquilizers she had bought that morning. She fought the desire to turn and stare at the security<br />
cam in the corner of the room. She felt the digital eye focused on the back of her neck.<br />
It had started two months ago: cameras switching to her when she was passing by, electronic<br />
devices behaving strangely when she used them. The autocook in her apartment had started cooking<br />
dinner for two every day, resisting her every attempt to reset it.<br />
Even so, these were not the strangest things she’d experienced. Every time she switched to full VR<br />
mode during her work, she had a feeling somebody was hiding in the nodes she visited, following her<br />
from one to the next. Her fingers began to shiver while she struggled to open the tranquilizer bottle.<br />
“It’s not real.” She felt the staring of the motionless lens behind her. When the feeling that<br />
somebody was stalking her hadn’t stopped, she had asked Jonathan, an MCT Matrix Security Officer,<br />
to check the system. Maybe there were traces she could use to get rid of that bastard. But Jonathan<br />
hadn’t found anything.<br />
She couldn’t open the bottle. Sweat ran down her face. The silence in the office seemed insufferable.<br />
When Jonathan hadn’t found anything, she started to believe that the problem was a result<br />
of the last months’ stress. She’d booked a holiday trip to the Caribbean League, but her flight was<br />
canceled a few hours before takeoff. The navigation system of her plane had crashed and couldn’t be<br />
restarted. The airline claimed it was some kind of sabotage …<br />
Two days ago it had gotten worse. She woke up that night convinced that somebody was sitting<br />
in her bedroom, but no one had been there. Nobody had entered her apartment, but someone had<br />
hacked her PAN and modified her Virtual Kitty TM program to generate a faceless human male. For<br />
the first time she hated the Matrix and her cybereyes that she couldn’t just switch off.<br />
The next day, she had asked Jonathan again if he could help her. Maybe he had the right<br />
programs to fry this fucking bastard. He installed an IC program on her PAN. “Next time,” he said<br />
with an evil grin, “he’ll find a nasty surprise.” Those words had been his last: On his way home, his<br />
car was hacked. It crashed into a truck, killing him instantly.<br />
A cold breeze from the air conditioner touched her. Her whole body shivered as she stared at the<br />
monitor in front of her. She winced when a small icon flickered up and signaled an incoming message.<br />
Nervously she opened it, tears filling her eyes as she read the single sentence and the signature: “You<br />
belong to me. David”<br />
“No!” she screamed. “It can’t be you! It just can’t be you! You died! You died during the Crash …”<br />
Unwired<br />
Simon Wentworth (order #1132857) 9<br />
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