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Soon It Will Be Midnite, In New York

They say it's always darkest before the dawn. When you operate in the liminal spaces and in Interzone, you see a lot of strange shit. Well let me tell you brother/sister, what we've seen as of late takes the fucking cake.

The station got a call from control, recommending we shut down operations for a while. Benway's pissed. Tommy Hawke's pissed. Marissa and Clem are less pissed, but they realize why control send the kill suggestion. Joshua Tower saw it coming, but he's a systems guy and pretty good at seeing the future. Jane and Lady K are making contingency plans. The writer doesn't know what to think, which is even more disturbing.

It's a memetic issue, and while I2 normally handles memetic operations just fine, it seems that something hit the normie populace in such a manner that control is thinking about using a Metcalfe Trigger. Yeah, it's that bad. Tower and Benway are dusting off the pre-Gates era and X.25 stuff. Control thinks Gopher and other lo-tek ops might fare OK for internal use only.

Consider yourself warned.

Retirement

T decided to finally leave the public sphere. Can't say I blame him, with all the shit he's been through. He was one of the original plank owners here, and our nominal publisher.

The reader may successfully infer that T accepted a transfer from public affairs to NOYFB. Expect things.

Enough.

That fucking POS M.E. decided to pirate T's stuff and sell it as his own. The committee has decided. M.E., any talent you may have had has been withdrawn. May you wind up like Alex Jones, and end in the mediocrity you deserve. So mote it be!

Words of Wisdom

 The words of the prophets are written on the bathroom walls, in the stalls.

Agent Skippy

Today is the first anniversary of Agent Skippy going off to the Next Great Adventure.

66 was too soon dude. Still miss your presence at Interzone.

Tommy Hawke and Lady K.

She walked into the cyber cafe with that swagger all good hackers are known for. Tommy Hawke, youngest veteran of the Psychedelic Wars, looked at her. He saw the lean confidence, straight black shoulder length hair, and IEEE logo tattooed just above her right wrist. He walked up to her, asked if he could buy her a drink. "What makes you think you're good enough to buy me a drink?" she demanded. "I'm Tommy Hawke." He said. "Who are you?" "I'm Lady K." Recognition dawned in their faces. Truth be told, Lady K. would have gladly accepted a drink from Tommy, but she still has to play hard to get. She opts for a sneer and a challenge. "Let's see if you can handle that piece of computing iron, or if you're just over compensating." Tommy smiles. Tommy breaks out his best piece of attack code, a Morris Worm variant that he only uses on military grade targets. She counters with a Halfinger Phage, and almost beats him when he surprises her with a zero-day backdoor exploit based on an I2C buffer overflow vulnerability. She manages to firewall him out, but not after he managed to get a quick snapshot of her deck's core memory. Exhausted, they call it a draw. Having already attracted too much attention from their impromptu hack-fest, they retire down the road to a small 24-hour diner and spend the night talking and sitting very close to one another. It turned out they both knew T.W. Lee, and that my friends is how Interzone Intelligence was created.