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CHARACTERS: Carl Jacobs & Maryle Bone
WHAT: Getting some info from a drone CPU.
WHEN: Thursday, 12 Feb
WHERE: Science wing!
WARNINGS: None!
WHAT: Getting some info from a drone CPU.
WHEN: Thursday, 12 Feb
WHERE: Science wing!
WARNINGS: None!
Maryle had been putting in overtime to improve her skills with computers, and it seemed like it was paying off. Sitting alongside Carl, poking around in the console on the screen, she felt like she mostly knew what she was doing.
"How sure are we that there's anything useful on here?"
Carl looked from the screen to Maryle. “Ninety percent sure.” Carl’s tone was direct and matter-of-fact. He continued poking around. “They have to have a program execution. Some form of script or code is telling it to run.” Carl spoke as he continued his work. “We may need to interpret the data to make it useful.”
This was met with a bob of her head as Maryle leaned to check her partner's work.
"Yeah, not like they can make anything easy for us."
Again, her attention was turned back to her screen, navigating around the salvaged chip's memory, unsure of what exactly she was looking for.
"...this something?" she asked, pointing at a path she'd pulled up. The contents of the folder mostly looked like gibberish to her, but maybe Carl can make more sense of it.
Carl’s eyes lit up as he saw what she had pointed at. A laugh of glee escaped. “Yes, yes,” he nodded his head with enthusiasm. “Those are the protocol files. Instructions should be inside.”
Well, Maryle was now very certain she knew what she was doing. With a few keystrokes the files opened, a mess of data popping up on the screen. She squinted, leaning in a bit more.
"Still encrypted? I feel like I can read some of it, but.."
“We need to unencrypt it,” Carl replied. He looked at his own screen and started to run through a few of his programs. “I am sure we can get it open.” Then they would be able to see the files' details. Maybe it would not be such a mess. “Here, try this program.”
Maryle somewhat thoughtlessly chewed at her nail as she watched Carl work, trying to burn the steps into her brain.
With an agreeable little nod, she did as instructed, feeding the contents of the file into the program. And there it was — information, and her stomach turned over a bit in excitement.
"Oh shit, hell yeah."
Carl watched as the contents opened, and a grin replaced the frown of concern he had known he wore. “Excellent.” He was pleased with the result. “This we can read and get useful information from.”
"Look at us being a dream team," Maryle replied with clear satisfaction before starting to scan the newly decrypted data.
"Ah!" She perked up even more. "Sterilization protocol, right here."
It seemed they were on the right path. “Looks like it was triggered by partial severe from the Veil for a big group.” He said as he scanned the text. At least they had a reason now. “Issues with defective implants.”
"...seems kind of insane, right? That this many would be malfunctioning." Maryle squinted, pressing her face closer to the screen as if it would help.
"It says the entire city was partially severed. That can't be right, can it?"
Carl felt his mouth hang open a little. “I didn’t think so, but it appears so.” He was taking in the information but it wasn’t really making sense. “There is something about 2005 implants.” Carl began to feel a little nervous. “We have to tell everyone.”
"God." It was feeling a little less like a dream team, given this information, but… as with the discovery about the sterilization protocol, knowing was better than not.
"Shit, yeah. Let's... shit, they're going to do another one. Yeah. We need to tell everyone. Like, right now."
"How sure are we that there's anything useful on here?"
Carl looked from the screen to Maryle. “Ninety percent sure.” Carl’s tone was direct and matter-of-fact. He continued poking around. “They have to have a program execution. Some form of script or code is telling it to run.” Carl spoke as he continued his work. “We may need to interpret the data to make it useful.”
This was met with a bob of her head as Maryle leaned to check her partner's work.
"Yeah, not like they can make anything easy for us."
Again, her attention was turned back to her screen, navigating around the salvaged chip's memory, unsure of what exactly she was looking for.
"...this something?" she asked, pointing at a path she'd pulled up. The contents of the folder mostly looked like gibberish to her, but maybe Carl can make more sense of it.
Carl’s eyes lit up as he saw what she had pointed at. A laugh of glee escaped. “Yes, yes,” he nodded his head with enthusiasm. “Those are the protocol files. Instructions should be inside.”
Well, Maryle was now very certain she knew what she was doing. With a few keystrokes the files opened, a mess of data popping up on the screen. She squinted, leaning in a bit more.
"Still encrypted? I feel like I can read some of it, but.."
“We need to unencrypt it,” Carl replied. He looked at his own screen and started to run through a few of his programs. “I am sure we can get it open.” Then they would be able to see the files' details. Maybe it would not be such a mess. “Here, try this program.”
Maryle somewhat thoughtlessly chewed at her nail as she watched Carl work, trying to burn the steps into her brain.
With an agreeable little nod, she did as instructed, feeding the contents of the file into the program. And there it was — information, and her stomach turned over a bit in excitement.
"Oh shit, hell yeah."
Carl watched as the contents opened, and a grin replaced the frown of concern he had known he wore. “Excellent.” He was pleased with the result. “This we can read and get useful information from.”
"Look at us being a dream team," Maryle replied with clear satisfaction before starting to scan the newly decrypted data.
"Ah!" She perked up even more. "Sterilization protocol, right here."
It seemed they were on the right path. “Looks like it was triggered by partial severe from the Veil for a big group.” He said as he scanned the text. At least they had a reason now. “Issues with defective implants.”
"...seems kind of insane, right? That this many would be malfunctioning." Maryle squinted, pressing her face closer to the screen as if it would help.
"It says the entire city was partially severed. That can't be right, can it?"
Carl felt his mouth hang open a little. “I didn’t think so, but it appears so.” He was taking in the information but it wasn’t really making sense. “There is something about 2005 implants.” Carl began to feel a little nervous. “We have to tell everyone.”
"God." It was feeling a little less like a dream team, given this information, but… as with the discovery about the sterilization protocol, knowing was better than not.
"Shit, yeah. Let's... shit, they're going to do another one. Yeah. We need to tell everyone. Like, right now."