Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jun 30, 2014 13:48:08 GMT -8
It was never a good thing when Gilbert was bored, he tended to get himself into trouble, and usually is trouble involved things he shouldn't have been into in the first place. This time, however, was no different. Taking the theatrical approach, gilbert had the lights down low with only one light on near him to see. His fingers flew across the keys, a familiar song with a ratta-tat-tat sounded through the air; the only real sound to be heard except for his steady breathing. Heterochromatic eyes watched as numbers flew across the screen, reflected by his reading glasses.
No one knew of this skill of his, no one did. He had always been pretty good with technology, excelling in all his computer classes to the point where the teachers just let him do what he wanted to. He was no genius, he knew that. Gilbert could only contribute it to how he dodged the rules and found loopholes in real life to how he could find backdoors in computer programming. There was always a backdoor, one that the programmers used to access the system in case the program itself locked up.
As eyes scanned the screen and numbers flew, he spotted it, the way in. Into what he wasn't sure of, but he wanted to find out. Fingers flying faster over the keys, they slowly stopped. Eyes were narrowed at what he was looking at. As a realization came to him, he started panicking. It was a government files. What it was talking about was lost in him; he wasn't even trying to understand it. The only thing he recognized was the insignia for the MI6. Slowly looking towards the corner of his screen, he saw something he feared. Someone was trying to track him! Page after page, closed on his computer as he tried to clear his tracks, hide how he got in and keep himself from being discovered. Finally, a sigh emerged from his lips as he shut his computer screen. Disconnected from the internet and the power off, he was relieved. He should have just made it to avoid detection. No way would he have ever went into the government files on purpose, not that he couldn’t have without being detected, but he wasn't prepared that round to go against it. There had been no safe guards I place, no routings or proxies to hide where he was, who he was. But he should be safe.
Getting up, Gilbert decided he needed to get out of the house and get a breath, he needed to calm down from the panic he had suffered. Grabbing a coffee mug instead of the beer he really wanted, he headed out.
A short time later, he could feel the breeze on his face and it was amazing. The feeling of having just escaped a room whose walls closed in on the unsuspecting victim was very real to Gilbert. He was going to enjoy this free and open air with no confinements around him, and was going to be at it most the day if he had his way. A relieved chuckle made its way from his throat as arms crosses over his face, hiding his eyes from the blinding light. It was good to be free.
No one knew of this skill of his, no one did. He had always been pretty good with technology, excelling in all his computer classes to the point where the teachers just let him do what he wanted to. He was no genius, he knew that. Gilbert could only contribute it to how he dodged the rules and found loopholes in real life to how he could find backdoors in computer programming. There was always a backdoor, one that the programmers used to access the system in case the program itself locked up.
As eyes scanned the screen and numbers flew, he spotted it, the way in. Into what he wasn't sure of, but he wanted to find out. Fingers flying faster over the keys, they slowly stopped. Eyes were narrowed at what he was looking at. As a realization came to him, he started panicking. It was a government files. What it was talking about was lost in him; he wasn't even trying to understand it. The only thing he recognized was the insignia for the MI6. Slowly looking towards the corner of his screen, he saw something he feared. Someone was trying to track him! Page after page, closed on his computer as he tried to clear his tracks, hide how he got in and keep himself from being discovered. Finally, a sigh emerged from his lips as he shut his computer screen. Disconnected from the internet and the power off, he was relieved. He should have just made it to avoid detection. No way would he have ever went into the government files on purpose, not that he couldn’t have without being detected, but he wasn't prepared that round to go against it. There had been no safe guards I place, no routings or proxies to hide where he was, who he was. But he should be safe.
Getting up, Gilbert decided he needed to get out of the house and get a breath, he needed to calm down from the panic he had suffered. Grabbing a coffee mug instead of the beer he really wanted, he headed out.
A short time later, he could feel the breeze on his face and it was amazing. The feeling of having just escaped a room whose walls closed in on the unsuspecting victim was very real to Gilbert. He was going to enjoy this free and open air with no confinements around him, and was going to be at it most the day if he had his way. A relieved chuckle made its way from his throat as arms crosses over his face, hiding his eyes from the blinding light. It was good to be free.
