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cogs10 — Core Exploit pt. 1
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The government office was cool, dark, and high-tech. Ceasar's medium framesquared against the large monitor that illumined his brown hair and pale
face. Under his deft control, windows alternated between both Top Secret
weapons' databases and a realistic war game.
Both employed war weapons; their precision aim, collateral damage, flight
parameters, and performance improvement. Ceasar appreciated these
parallels. He sometimes found it difficult to separate his attention from
the virtual reality, which engrossed much of his time, to the tangible
national threat.
"I'm an unsung hero, since this game is the only glory I'll get. My stats
are the bomb."
Though he didn't program the work interface, Ceasar certainly knew enough
information to navigate within the highest defense files. Ten years of
protecting secret weapons' databases enabled him to perfect the complex
security protocols, that either allowed the Privileged access, or denied
those not in the 'need to know'.
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, with the touch of a mouse, or the stroke of a
key, I can browse the latest missile failure, straight from the field, in
all its percentages of annihilation, or headshot xxMystreeFragxx in The
Boneyard." Ceasar enjoyed his sphere of complete control.
"Ah, here he comes!" Ceasar coolly brought up his working window, as the
Security Director walked past his area. Cesar's polished professional
demeanor camouflaged his merger of pleasure and work. Nonetheless, he was
internally shaken at the thought of a reprimand, or anything that might
dissolve his position with the security agency.
"They don't understand that game techniques actually teach me defense
against assault." At least Ceasar remained alert, while he monitored the
associated security programs. "Fun never hurt anyone."
The threat had passed, but Ceasar was miffed at himself for not being brave
enough, during his mild freak-out, to just hide the game window, instead of
altogether closing it. "Now I have to log back in; not like I don't have
enough logins." He reached for the keyboard, but its cord overturned his
Pepsi. Ceasar's green eyes blinked in disbelief.
He quickly located some paper towels and efficiently soaked up the puddle.
Relieved that none reached the equipment, Ceasar continued to wipe with one
hand, and with the other, to login to the game. He pressed enter, and
rotated his chair to dispose the damp towels. As he pivoted back to his
monitor, Ceasar finally showed real concern.
Most of today he spent entering his employee name, division branch number,
and security code into his work window. They would give him clearance to
Top Secret information. He had to repeat this step many times, since, for
security, the login timeout was very short. Ceasar soon became fast at
logins - too fast. He inadvertently entered this information into the
game window.
Disappointed and mortified, Ceasar deliberated.
"Can I delete this info? Where did it go? Why didn't it kick me out when I
had the wrong login? I must not have been on the login screen. I entered it
as text? Where was I? I was in a game room... was there anyone there? I
think I was alone."
Ceasar opened a second game window, and navigated to the same game room as
the first game window. He didn't see any text. He typed something into the
second window, to see if it would show in the first. Yes, it showed. The
text stayed there indefinitely, so Ceasar relaxed a bit. If he typed
something the opposite way, it should have shown in the second window, but
nothing appeared.
As he stared into the dim offices, Ceasar weighed the previous years'
achievement with this one recent, foolish mistake.
"This is not my day."
