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I don’t know what to do. The walls around me seem to stretch as far as I can see. There is a dull rumble of some machine in the distance, some thing like a blender with rusty blades and an old motor. The stench of rotting bodies is overpowering. My head is hurting with exhaustion and nausea. A loud voice calls out my name in the distance. Then I see a large hand move to me. It comes from the sky, moving very swiftly, charging down. I start to run. The walls around me wind to the right, I turn. Following the walls around does not seem very easy. Some times the walls make blind turns, some times they go on straight, for what seems like miles. But the faster I run, the closer the hand seems to get to me. A feel a sweat break, making my clothes cling to me, giving me an even more humid feeling, making me even more dizzy. Some thing catches my eyes. I let a loud groan out. Something tells me this was the very place I had started to run from. The same, now familiar right turn. A loud rumbling laughter then brakes across. And then it finally dawns on me, this is a maze and there is no way home.
I wake up. The time strip on the side of my bed informs me that it is 3:30 in the morning. It doesn’t really bother me, I haven’t had a good sleep for as long as I can remember. I move towards the kitchenette of my small apartment. Hoping to make some strong black coffee and get a good smoke. My house computer senses my movements and switches on some lights in the house. Before I get to the kitchenette, I smell coffee. “Crystal, you’re a real gem” I think aloud. She answers her reply through one of her many speakers. I don’t really hear it, I am still half stuck in my dream. I rather like crystal being around, than any other person. She doesn’t mind my getting up at odd hours, my incessant smoking. Hell, she is the only person that does not bother me about my eating or sleeping habits. God bless her electronic circuitry and silicon memories! I get ready getting a very cold shower, and dress into my jet black overalls.
My car (a black two seater) is waiting for me when I get into the building’s garage. The lights are on, and the door is open. It has a built in recognition software/ hardware that detects my body heat signal. It cost me a packet. Many people don’t like this technology, you see, it does not work under the hot Indian summer sun, when everything around you is reflecting the sun’s infrared torture. But me, I live for technology. I get in the car and head towards the station. The road is near empty, and at the over ground stretches, I can see a few lights on, in the buildings in front. The morning is slowly coming to the city, waking up people and dogs. A short time later I reach the station. The building also recognizes me, it lets me in. I reach the office sit down with a cup of coffee. It’s a brand new day.
I think I forgot to mention a few things down the way. My name is, ok it does not really matter what it is. People just call me ‘black’. I guess ‘cause I wear it, my car is that colour and hey I like my coffee that way too. This city is called ‘techtown’ (read the ‘dump’) the new IT megacity that the Indian prime minister had made to woo investors and help India maintain its lead in the cyber world. And that’s where I come in, this is India, as the cyber world grew, making the world a smaller place, cyber crime rose exponentially. I am what people call a cyber cop, or any of the obscenities that people hurl at us when they see us on the net. The station is called; well you guessed it, the station. We get the latest and the best computing facilities that the country has to offer. Hey after all this is the station that the government shows of to all the foreign dignitaries that even bother to come down here.
I have a partner, it’s called MIP89 (mind interfaced processor). We normally fix onto each other. When I attach the wire under my cranium, the comp and I share information which complements each other. It helps me prowl on the net checking on all the things going on. It creates signals that my eyes, ears, nose and skin interpret as sight, sound, smell and touch. This technology has made the net into a large city in which you can walk, talk like any other place, only ‘The City’ (as its called) is cleaner than the dump and smells better.
Let me return to the particular day I had been talking about. I reached the comp in my office and hooked onto it immediately. The City was relatively quiet this morning, so I sat down on a bench (actually it was a program acting as bench) and finished my coffee while reading the latest copy of the times that had appeared in front of me. Then I left The City and headed for the shooting range in the basement of the station. The MIP was still in contact with me through tooth cavity (the successor of the blue tooth revolution) system. The range was empty, I checked the time on the MIP, people would be here in another half an hour. Shooting for us is compulsory, for an hour everyday to ensure that we do not rust, as our bodies sit in the office all day, while our minds move in The City. Also the cyber criminals are real people who sometimes need to shot at in real life, to ensure other’s safety.
I got out my gun, the MIP made my vision a little pixilated, and created crosshairs in my vision, and this is supposed to help us concentrate more on the target and not on the surroundings. The MIP then created a scene in my brain where two people were running away from me, occasionally they would turn back and shoot at me. My ears informed me that the objective was to shoot them down before they reached 1 kilometer from the scene. I ran after them, gun at hand. The first one went down as he turned to shoot at me, the other went down a little near the one kilometer mark. It was not all that tough, this is the stuff I am good at. The buzzer in my ear let out a little sound, informing me that a message had been received by my computer. It appeared in front of my eyes, signed by the boss (we all just call him that). It just told me to be at his office in another few minutes. I wiped off the few beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. I got a coffee, thinking on what the boss wanted that was so urgent, left for his office.
The chief is a big burly man, with a deep voice but mild manner. I open the door and step into his office. He looks a little worried, but hell don’t we all when we get news about a new crime? “Good morning, sir” is all I get to when he finally removes the cable from his cranium. This is a sign for me to disconnect from my computer too, courtesy demands it. He then fixes a stare at me at me and hands me a folder. I quickly take it, it contains a few pictures of what seems to be an office building with a huge hole in the middle through which flames, ashes and a few human remains seem to be burning.
“Terrorist attack?” I ask.
“Cant say so as of now. Though we know who did it. It was one of the managers for Chipset corp. It’s their R & D centre you’re looking at…”
That really upset me too. The Chipset Corp had set up that centre only a year back, they were one of the very big firms that had made Techtown a force to reckon with, or ‘the heart of the world’s IT sector’ as the Indian government liked to call it. Whats more is that, it’s a MNC. Damn foreigners, they are always the hardest to woo, and are the first to move out when crap happens. This was sure to get pressure on us from the Delhi. Now I understood the frown on the chief’s face.
“But sir, this is no cyber attack, what have we got to do with it?” hey I am a cyber cop, not a bloody street cop.
“Chipset Corp was developing the next generation of brain machine interface systems, not unlike MIP89 we use, just better and faster. That’s what we have to investigate, whether it had any thing to do with it.”
“Industrial espionage?” that’s all I can think of.
“Well that why you’re here, hook on back on your comp the details and the address has already been uploaded to your comp and get this over ASAP. There is lots more to do back here.”
I threw the empty coffee cup and walked towards the station’s garage. My comp was back online, the address was one from the posh development areas in Techtown, the stretches that have large glass buildings, parking spaces and tree lined roads. Finding a building with a large bunt hole is easy any ways, in about ten minutes I was walking to the building from the parking. The guard at the gate saw my ID and nodded me in. The building was a large cylinder of glass, I entered after the door did a retinal scan on me. There was guy inside waiting for me.
With an out stretched hand he said “hi, I am Anand. I am a representative for Chipset and am here to assist you in what ever way possible”.
I took the hand. ‘what ever way possible’ these bloody PR guys don’t know any bloody thing about anything but are always ready to ‘help’, I wished that he would just get to the point. I have little patience for these agents.
“Tell me the details about the suspect and let’s get over with it quickly” I barked at him.
“The culprit I would say detective, not suspect. He was Mr. Sengupta, he was working on our BMI(brain machine interface) project. Last night he went postal and burnt down half the building….”
Hey smart alek I wanted to say, get to the point, my choice of words is not my priority here. But we are supposed to be the supportive cops. There are other things too, I am on my second warning, if I screw up and get angry today to it will mean anger management classes for about a month, and man, I’ve heard they really suck.
“Would you say he was psychotic?” I asked.
“No his psycho analytic (PA) report did not say so. He was not a genius either. We at Chipset don’t employ such people. They are never team workers and always shatter faster than anyone else under pressure”
“When was the last PA taken?”
“Last night. It’s made every time an employee enters the building, we do it to ensure that we do not give our machines in the hands of frustrated, angry or drunk people. This helps in prevention of any damage, people who are under such a state are not allowed into the building, they are sent back home or to a shrink”
“Didn’t work last night, did it?” I was trying hard not to laugh at the expression on Anand’s face. “Any thing odd you want to tell me?” I enquired.
“Yes there is. He was interfaced with the new system we have developed. Doing that is strictly forbidden, no one is allowed to leave the containment area while using experimental technology.”
Now that caught me by surprise. “Do you have any idea what he was doing, at that time or a little before that?”
“Yes. He was trawling The City, checking the system’s data paths”
“What address did he go to?”
“Some place that sells clothes or something…I will upload the address on your comp…”
The address came on view on my comp. I thanked him and left for the Station, this case might just have a cyber angle after all, I thought. A short while later I was at the Station, moving in The City, while sitting on my easy chair in the office. The address pointed to an obscure part of The City. Reaching the place was not very tough, but there was no shop there. The feeling of something very wrong crept into my mind. The place was occupied by a single room which seemed to be in a state of disrepair, with crumbling concrete and rusted metal. I decided to enter. The room was empty, my guess a web page that had long ago been deserted. It was then that, my head started to ache. I quickly left The City, the headache did not leave me even after I had removed the cable from the base of my head.
It later developed into a flu. I treated it like any other flu. This was going to be the worst mistake I ever made, but that’s still in the future. Something strange had been happening, I had been having muscle spasms, they were not affected by the pills the doctor had prescribed for them. I just let it pass.
A few days later I walked into the chief’s room with a runny nose and a slight fever. It was then that something very weird happened. My vision became pixilated and crosshairs appeared in my vision. A sudden spasm gripped me. My gun was in my hand. All that I later remembered was the look that the chief had on his face when he begged for his life and I shot him at point blank range. What I really remember was running for my life in a place with very tall walls while a loud rumbling laugh thundered in my head. I did not know what I was running from, I had done something, but what it was, had slipped from my memory.
Someone was right when he said, that people who protect the law know how to abuse it too (well if someone did not say it, just quote me). There are quite a few chinks in the Indian cyber laws, one of them is that ‘the concerned authorities can not arrest a suspect (or culprit) if he is hooked on the internet. To arrest the person concerned, he/she must first be located on the net and forced to leave it. Removing someone’s mind interface cable while he/she is online may cause irreparable brain damage and thus hamper the case itself”. I knew all this stuff. I needed time to understand what had happened, simply put I needed to hide while I came to terms with what had happened. I quickly raced home and using Crystal’s mind interface left for The City.
The only place where I thought I could hide was the address that Anand of Chipset corp. had given to me. I rushed to the lone dilapidated room there. But this time it was not empty, lots of people were present there. Thankfully they were not cops. A lone man dressed in black cloak stood on a podium.
“Here he comes, our second hero…”
The mass of confused and scared faces looked at me. I did not know what he was talking about, all I could do was just look on.
“ People of Tech town, welcome. Now the session will commence. All of you are here because you have committed crimes, and you do not know why. Let me explain….”
The man just grinned and carried on.
“We are group of like minded individuals who feel that the world must not fall to forces of free markets, globalization and American way of life. We have always wanted to attack such establishments, but doing so in person is not easy, the Indian police force is always after us. So we created a virus that using the brain interface causes the victim’s body to come under our control, by infecting his brain interface circuits. Thus we created the greatest weapon, a weapon that never misses a target or gets damaged, a weapon that is totally stealth, while being an agent that is incorruptible and does not defect. You my dear men are that weapon…”
A hush settled on the crowd as people tried to understand what the man had said.
“The flu and the muscle spasms that you feel are just the virus taking hold. We have already caused damage to Chipset corp., using Mr. Sengupta as our martyr. And thanks to our friend we have also managed to kill the chief of cyber crime of tech town. We will use you as tools to achieve our goals ……..”
In the days that followed the Dump wad destroyed by its own people. Each building was torn down and burnt, leaving burning metal carcasses in the horizon. Thousand of the living people of Techtown men, women and children were massacred at the hands of people who’s brains worked but bodies had be robbed from them, while hundred infected souls joined them everyday. All forms of civilization from police to the judiciary decomposed leaving a shell of a former glorious city.
“There are many people that I have killed and tortured for reasons I cannot fathom. Sure I tried to fight the beast in my head but it was no use. There are no options left for me, I long to be deleted. I cannot forgive myself for the sins I have committed... Please forgive me. Please don’t delete this message. Future generations must know what happened here….”
A recorded message speaks this message again and again. It also tries to explain what happened to the IT heart of the world. It’s waiting for some one to listen. No one has come to find it till now. It lies next to rotting body of a man wearing a black jumpsuit and a badge claiming that it belongs to a detective of the cyber police force. By the looks of it the man seems to have jumped from a metal shell of what may have been a high rise building.
It was long time later that the world learned what had happened to Techtown and why
the internet had become off limits for all civilians for some time. The virus was removed after a lot of hard work by the international community, although some places of the net still remain off limits to civilian users. This incident was later dubbed as ‘The mind War’ by historians. The man in black was never traced.
I don’t know what to do. The walls around me seem to stretch as far as I can see. There is a dull rumble of some machine in the distance, some thing like a blender with rusty blades and an old motor. The stench of rotting bodies is overpowering. My head is hurting with exhaustion and nausea. A loud voice calls out my name in the distance. Then I see a large hand move to me. It comes from the sky, moving very swiftly, charging down. I start to run. The walls around me wind to the right, I turn. Following the walls around does not seem very easy. Some times the walls make blind turns, some times they go on straight, for what seems like miles. But the faster I run, the closer the hand seems to get to me. A feel a sweat break, making my clothes cling to me, giving me an even more humid feeling, making me even more dizzy. Some thing catches my eyes. I let a loud groan out. Something tells me this was the very place I had started to run from. The same, now familiar right turn. A loud rumbling laughter then brakes across. And then it finally dawns on me, this is a maze and there is no way home.
I wake up. The time strip on the side of my bed informs me that it is 3:30 in the morning. It doesn’t really bother me, I haven’t had a good sleep for as long as I can remember. I move towards the kitchenette of my small apartment. Hoping to make some strong black coffee and get a good smoke. My house computer senses my movements and switches on some lights in the house. Before I get to the kitchenette, I smell coffee. “Crystal, you’re a real gem” I think aloud. She answers her reply through one of her many speakers. I don’t really hear it, I am still half stuck in my dream. I rather like crystal being around, than any other person. She doesn’t mind my getting up at odd hours, my incessant smoking. Hell, she is the only person that does not bother me about my eating or sleeping habits. God bless her electronic circuitry and silicon memories! I get ready getting a very cold shower, and dress into my jet black overalls.
My car (a black two seater) is waiting for me when I get into the building’s garage. The lights are on, and the door is open. It has a built in recognition software/ hardware that detects my body heat signal. It cost me a packet. Many people don’t like this technology, you see, it does not work under the hot Indian summer sun, when everything around you is reflecting the sun’s infrared torture. But me, I live for technology. I get in the car and head towards the station. The road is near empty, and at the over ground stretches, I can see a few lights on, in the buildings in front. The morning is slowly coming to the city, waking up people and dogs. A short time later I reach the station. The building also recognizes me, it lets me in. I reach the office sit down with a cup of coffee. It’s a brand new day.
I think I forgot to mention a few things down the way. My name is, ok it does not really matter what it is. People just call me ‘black’. I guess ‘cause I wear it, my car is that colour and hey I like my coffee that way too. This city is called ‘techtown’ (read the ‘dump’) the new IT megacity that the Indian prime minister had made to woo investors and help India maintain its lead in the cyber world. And that’s where I come in, this is India, as the cyber world grew, making the world a smaller place, cyber crime rose exponentially. I am what people call a cyber cop, or any of the obscenities that people hurl at us when they see us on the net. The station is called; well you guessed it, the station. We get the latest and the best computing facilities that the country has to offer. Hey after all this is the station that the government shows of to all the foreign dignitaries that even bother to come down here.
I have a partner, it’s called MIP89 (mind interfaced processor). We normally fix onto each other. When I attach the wire under my cranium, the comp and I share information which complements each other. It helps me prowl on the net checking on all the things going on. It creates signals that my eyes, ears, nose and skin interpret as sight, sound, smell and touch. This technology has made the net into a large city in which you can walk, talk like any other place, only ‘The City’ (as its called) is cleaner than the dump and smells better.
Let me return to the particular day I had been talking about. I reached the comp in my office and hooked onto it immediately. The City was relatively quiet this morning, so I sat down on a bench (actually it was a program acting as bench) and finished my coffee while reading the latest copy of the times that had appeared in front of me. Then I left The City and headed for the shooting range in the basement of the station. The MIP was still in contact with me through tooth cavity (the successor of the blue tooth revolution) system. The range was empty, I checked the time on the MIP, people would be here in another half an hour. Shooting for us is compulsory, for an hour everyday to ensure that we do not rust, as our bodies sit in the office all day, while our minds move in The City. Also the cyber criminals are real people who sometimes need to shot at in real life, to ensure other’s safety.
I got out my gun, the MIP made my vision a little pixilated, and created crosshairs in my vision, and this is supposed to help us concentrate more on the target and not on the surroundings. The MIP then created a scene in my brain where two people were running away from me, occasionally they would turn back and shoot at me. My ears informed me that the objective was to shoot them down before they reached 1 kilometer from the scene. I ran after them, gun at hand. The first one went down as he turned to shoot at me, the other went down a little near the one kilometer mark. It was not all that tough, this is the stuff I am good at. The buzzer in my ear let out a little sound, informing me that a message had been received by my computer. It appeared in front of my eyes, signed by the boss (we all just call him that). It just told me to be at his office in another few minutes. I wiped off the few beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. I got a coffee, thinking on what the boss wanted that was so urgent, left for his office.
The chief is a big burly man, with a deep voice but mild manner. I open the door and step into his office. He looks a little worried, but hell don’t we all when we get news about a new crime? “Good morning, sir” is all I get to when he finally removes the cable from his cranium. This is a sign for me to disconnect from my computer too, courtesy demands it. He then fixes a stare at me at me and hands me a folder. I quickly take it, it contains a few pictures of what seems to be an office building with a huge hole in the middle through which flames, ashes and a few human remains seem to be burning.
“Terrorist attack?” I ask.
“Cant say so as of now. Though we know who did it. It was one of the managers for Chipset corp. It’s their R & D centre you’re looking at…”
That really upset me too. The Chipset Corp had set up that centre only a year back, they were one of the very big firms that had made Techtown a force to reckon with, or ‘the heart of the world’s IT sector’ as the Indian government liked to call it. Whats more is that, it’s a MNC. Damn foreigners, they are always the hardest to woo, and are the first to move out when crap happens. This was sure to get pressure on us from the Delhi. Now I understood the frown on the chief’s face.
“But sir, this is no cyber attack, what have we got to do with it?” hey I am a cyber cop, not a bloody street cop.
“Chipset Corp was developing the next generation of brain machine interface systems, not unlike MIP89 we use, just better and faster. That’s what we have to investigate, whether it had any thing to do with it.”
“Industrial espionage?” that’s all I can think of.
“Well that why you’re here, hook on back on your comp the details and the address has already been uploaded to your comp and get this over ASAP. There is lots more to do back here.”
I threw the empty coffee cup and walked towards the station’s garage. My comp was back online, the address was one from the posh development areas in Techtown, the stretches that have large glass buildings, parking spaces and tree lined roads. Finding a building with a large bunt hole is easy any ways, in about ten minutes I was walking to the building from the parking. The guard at the gate saw my ID and nodded me in. The building was a large cylinder of glass, I entered after the door did a retinal scan on me. There was guy inside waiting for me.
With an out stretched hand he said “hi, I am Anand. I am a representative for Chipset and am here to assist you in what ever way possible”.
I took the hand. ‘what ever way possible’ these bloody PR guys don’t know any bloody thing about anything but are always ready to ‘help’, I wished that he would just get to the point. I have little patience for these agents.
“Tell me the details about the suspect and let’s get over with it quickly” I barked at him.
“The culprit I would say detective, not suspect. He was Mr. Sengupta, he was working on our BMI(brain machine interface) project. Last night he went postal and burnt down half the building….”
Hey smart alek I wanted to say, get to the point, my choice of words is not my priority here. But we are supposed to be the supportive cops. There are other things too, I am on my second warning, if I screw up and get angry today to it will mean anger management classes for about a month, and man, I’ve heard they really suck.
“Would you say he was psychotic?” I asked.
“No his psycho analytic (PA) report did not say so. He was not a genius either. We at Chipset don’t employ such people. They are never team workers and always shatter faster than anyone else under pressure”
“When was the last PA taken?”
“Last night. It’s made every time an employee enters the building, we do it to ensure that we do not give our machines in the hands of frustrated, angry or drunk people. This helps in prevention of any damage, people who are under such a state are not allowed into the building, they are sent back home or to a shrink”
“Didn’t work last night, did it?” I was trying hard not to laugh at the expression on Anand’s face. “Any thing odd you want to tell me?” I enquired.
“Yes there is. He was interfaced with the new system we have developed. Doing that is strictly forbidden, no one is allowed to leave the containment area while using experimental technology.”
Now that caught me by surprise. “Do you have any idea what he was doing, at that time or a little before that?”
“Yes. He was trawling The City, checking the system’s data paths”
“What address did he go to?”
“Some place that sells clothes or something…I will upload the address on your comp…”
The address came on view on my comp. I thanked him and left for the Station, this case might just have a cyber angle after all, I thought. A short while later I was at the Station, moving in The City, while sitting on my easy chair in the office. The address pointed to an obscure part of The City. Reaching the place was not very tough, but there was no shop there. The feeling of something very wrong crept into my mind. The place was occupied by a single room which seemed to be in a state of disrepair, with crumbling concrete and rusted metal. I decided to enter. The room was empty, my guess a web page that had long ago been deserted. It was then that, my head started to ache. I quickly left The City, the headache did not leave me even after I had removed the cable from the base of my head.
It later developed into a flu. I treated it like any other flu. This was going to be the worst mistake I ever made, but that’s still in the future. Something strange had been happening, I had been having muscle spasms, they were not affected by the pills the doctor had prescribed for them. I just let it pass.
A few days later I walked into the chief’s room with a runny nose and a slight fever. It was then that something very weird happened. My vision became pixilated and crosshairs appeared in my vision. A sudden spasm gripped me. My gun was in my hand. All that I later remembered was the look that the chief had on his face when he begged for his life and I shot him at point blank range. What I really remember was running for my life in a place with very tall walls while a loud rumbling laugh thundered in my head. I did not know what I was running from, I had done something, but what it was, had slipped from my memory.
Someone was right when he said, that people who protect the law know how to abuse it too (well if someone did not say it, just quote me). There are quite a few chinks in the Indian cyber laws, one of them is that ‘the concerned authorities can not arrest a suspect (or culprit) if he is hooked on the internet. To arrest the person concerned, he/she must first be located on the net and forced to leave it. Removing someone’s mind interface cable while he/she is online may cause irreparable brain damage and thus hamper the case itself”. I knew all this stuff. I needed time to understand what had happened, simply put I needed to hide while I came to terms with what had happened. I quickly raced home and using Crystal’s mind interface left for The City.
The only place where I thought I could hide was the address that Anand of Chipset corp. had given to me. I rushed to the lone dilapidated room there. But this time it was not empty, lots of people were present there. Thankfully they were not cops. A lone man dressed in black cloak stood on a podium.
“Here he comes, our second hero…”
The mass of confused and scared faces looked at me. I did not know what he was talking about, all I could do was just look on.
“ People of Tech town, welcome. Now the session will commence. All of you are here because you have committed crimes, and you do not know why. Let me explain….”
The man just grinned and carried on.
“We are group of like minded individuals who feel that the world must not fall to forces of free markets, globalization and American way of life. We have always wanted to attack such establishments, but doing so in person is not easy, the Indian police force is always after us. So we created a virus that using the brain interface causes the victim’s body to come under our control, by infecting his brain interface circuits. Thus we created the greatest weapon, a weapon that never misses a target or gets damaged, a weapon that is totally stealth, while being an agent that is incorruptible and does not defect. You my dear men are that weapon…”
A hush settled on the crowd as people tried to understand what the man had said.
“The flu and the muscle spasms that you feel are just the virus taking hold. We have already caused damage to Chipset corp., using Mr. Sengupta as our martyr. And thanks to our friend we have also managed to kill the chief of cyber crime of tech town. We will use you as tools to achieve our goals ……..”
In the days that followed the Dump wad destroyed by its own people. Each building was torn down and burnt, leaving burning metal carcasses in the horizon. Thousand of the living people of Techtown men, women and children were massacred at the hands of people who’s brains worked but bodies had be robbed from them, while hundred infected souls joined them everyday. All forms of civilization from police to the judiciary decomposed leaving a shell of a former glorious city.
“There are many people that I have killed and tortured for reasons I cannot fathom. Sure I tried to fight the beast in my head but it was no use. There are no options left for me, I long to be deleted. I cannot forgive myself for the sins I have committed... Please forgive me. Please don’t delete this message. Future generations must know what happened here….”
A recorded message speaks this message again and again. It also tries to explain what happened to the IT heart of the world. It’s waiting for some one to listen. No one has come to find it till now. It lies next to rotting body of a man wearing a black jumpsuit and a badge claiming that it belongs to a detective of the cyber police force. By the looks of it the man seems to have jumped from a metal shell of what may have been a high rise building.
It was long time later that the world learned what had happened to Techtown and why
the internet had become off limits for all civilians for some time. The virus was removed after a lot of hard work by the international community, although some places of the net still remain off limits to civilian users. This incident was later dubbed as ‘The mind War’ by historians. The man in black was never traced.
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