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t forty-somet to ty years o it t ne up to e. By ack of miscellaneous fasang stacked in one corner of te. boto open all of them.
te erbed and en-suite batudy all Computronics console and monitor and a living area tilted to folloion t Caldupid.
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After breakfast sogetained private suites, several common living spaces, a gym and a library. to love t probably related to some personal if you spent most of your of a console you’d need easy access to a gym age. to one side of the house.
o learn t tte’s s a Japanese of infrequent visits to ive Japan. t urn up to ter a drunken nigoe breakfast. Dante ern in tems Department finisal eyes. Caldified ely.
Getting into tions Room ting into Fort Knox. Several fingerprint, body and iris scans and multiple codes later teel-reinforced room perer room at ions Room y except for Dante De itte.
“Cad, man, I’ve set up a ing to one side of tifunction desk up.”
“te.”
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“on’t be needing t. t satellite links to cyberspace,” Caldapping Kenzo’s console under his arm.
“S,” Dante said, the door.
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hey Cad,
me know.
Love,
Kat
Cald Kat a quick reply:
Kat,
Arrived safely. All’s going according to plan.
Best,
C.C.
in furto see tents of the message.
Subject: I AM AtChING YOU
Cad Caldwell,
I knoo. For your long-term o cease and desist. I cannot be he consequences.
“ be from?” Caldwell asked aloud.
“ is it?”
“Some anonymous t message. Let me cronic trail.”
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“Sent from Russia, t making any sense,” o nobody in particular.
“Could be a relay. A mask. An anonymizer.” Mei Lin suggested.
“Most likely.”
It took Caldes to breaco be coming from. ry for t originated in Russia at all. It from a domain in New China.
“the origin is in New China.”
“Let me see,” Mei Lin said. Caldo arted to o t. Caldtempting to crack te force but noto be o base and cs. t for t. It abase.
“But t’s impossible. traced my pass and killed it in tabase.”
“tire Cion of cyberspace, some of t in tically invented t of intrusion counterattack. try another one.”
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“S. My bots are all gone. Destroyed,” Calding anyt t particular moment.
“ happen?”
“Probably traced t and realized it base. It a matter of sending in a remote query and ire database.”
“Do you have a backup?”
“Yes, I do but ts are not going to cut it. Can you imagine, t an ordinary messaging server in Need? o find a secret nethis one look like child’s play?”
“t’s ime for tter get cracking on terious network,” Mei Lin said.
“Oells me ted. ening messages?”
“OK. So w now?”
“I ’s t a interconnect links to Cs ashes.
“tronic Xcelecommunications Co. Ltd.”
“Long name,” Caldwell observed.
“t NEXt for s. hy?”
“ are ta being sucked into C’s systems?”
“high.”
“a centers?”
“NEXt toral. hy?”
“t’s w.”
“Pardon me?”
“I need to see t NEXt. t may tell us . I can attempt to it’ll take too long to break t of an Ac comes to protecting tside erconnects IDEs protecting t systems but if I can use an auticated neterminal t might be quicker.”
“You realize ing, rigy at NEXt toigo my kno ting caug an option.”
“I know. Do you ?”
“Yeah.”
“And a veh a cyberspace console?”
“Yes.”
“Great. t are ing for?”
“Cad, I need to talk to Fouler or at least De itte to autalking NEXt caug ratospheric.”
“e’ll be in and out in a matter of minutes. Calling Fouler e things.”
“You better be sure about this Caldwell.”
“trust me,” Caldense look. even trust himself.