Means to an end
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jla_watchtowerThe task had been complicated and drawn out. It wasn’t the acquisition that was tedious; it was the circuitous route he had to take. With nothing more than the public terminals of the local public library in Sandy Brook to work with, he had been hamstrung by the meager technology.
Patience and stoic fortitude had won out however. Once he had forged a hidden trapdoor into the maintenance server of Star City’s First National bank, it was a simple matter to upload the automated virus routines. Expediency tempted him to utilize code he had designed in recent years, but it was important to leave as light a footprint as possible. So he endured the pitiable computing power available to him in order to reengineer the routines.
Once the program was released, it quickly replicated itself through a series of nodes across the globe, each time modifying the next iteration which in turn deleted it’s predecessor. By the end of the day, a new account and verifiable social records in the name of Ray Walker had been created. By the next morning, funds extracted, dispersed and then recollected had been transferred into the account. A trip to the local copy shop provided him all the tools he needed to craft passable identification. The funds were sufficient, he had considered amassing more, but discarded the idea as foolish. The accounts he had raided were minor caches of funds from his former life that had not yet been discovered by his old adversaries. There were other larger accounts he could have tampered with, but he was certain they were being watched. It’s what he would have done.
Smoothing back his hair, he stepped back and regarded himself in the mirror. Spartan and functional in his choice of attire, he still struck an impressive figure.
Patience and stoic fortitude had won out however. Once he had forged a hidden trapdoor into the maintenance server of Star City’s First National bank, it was a simple matter to upload the automated virus routines. Expediency tempted him to utilize code he had designed in recent years, but it was important to leave as light a footprint as possible. So he endured the pitiable computing power available to him in order to reengineer the routines.
Once the program was released, it quickly replicated itself through a series of nodes across the globe, each time modifying the next iteration which in turn deleted it’s predecessor. By the end of the day, a new account and verifiable social records in the name of Ray Walker had been created. By the next morning, funds extracted, dispersed and then recollected had been transferred into the account. A trip to the local copy shop provided him all the tools he needed to craft passable identification. The funds were sufficient, he had considered amassing more, but discarded the idea as foolish. The accounts he had raided were minor caches of funds from his former life that had not yet been discovered by his old adversaries. There were other larger accounts he could have tampered with, but he was certain they were being watched. It’s what he would have done.
Smoothing back his hair, he stepped back and regarded himself in the mirror. Spartan and functional in his choice of attire, he still struck an impressive figure.
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