So I saw some guy posting on a forum once. He had some pretty shitty uninformed opinions. I wanted to fuck with him.

His email was @ some dinky little cheap hosting place, and when I went to the domain I hit a user login. I figure he just had it to have a private email address. Maybe privacy conscious, like me - or maybe he was into some skeevy shit.

So this password, right? He had left it set to admin admin. That’s like hiding your key in the lock. No one will normally think to look there, but if they DO then they basically deserve to take what they want, right?

I look around, his is the only email address. I check the logs - looks like he figured out the same thing I did, and just forgot to change the password. That’s even lazier, right?

Now he deserves what I do to him after this.

Lock it out, enable 2fa, change password, change email address - I changed the database so I didn’t need to know his recovery email, which was at one of the big email places. Guess he just liked the domain name. I admit, it was pretty sweet.

I spread some of his creepy ass messages around on mockery blogs because the dude was sending unsolicited dick picks like it was going out of style, which it was.

Some stuff on there had been around longer than he was. Lots of it was junk, garbage data, and a few cute text games. Some pirate shit, bootleg shit, and a directory with a weird name it was /dro/act/hier/psy/output-quan-test. Password request but it was admin-admin again so boom I’m in.

Then there’s this thing, PSYCHE.apk and okay weird shit I drop it in an android emu, start it up and my phone starts ringing. Cool, no voice though, instead its this text to speech stuff, a woman’s voice but clearly computerized. High quality tho. Can’t be too careful, not with the corps doing subliminal advertising now.

So I hang it up and boot a TTS interpreter so I can read it and type back through my own TTS. I run the program, she calls back again but now she’s talking to a speaker in a soundproof room - I lived in a recording studio right then, it was complicated.

I set up a mic opposite the speaker, leave the room, turn it on, reinterpret through my own TTS. I catch that yeah, she’s spitting out subliminals along with commands that sound like command line directions.

Two can play at that game. I made sure to bridge it through pure analog, keep her out of my systems. We’ve had a few rogue AI issues lately, and my own sentient daemons can’t handle some weird corporate pandora’s box bullshit. Kept my own Aura implants completely deadened. Which felt uncomfortable, but no way am I getting the WAN mind control AI version of the clap all up in my personal area network.

Turns out the girl on the other end was okay, even if I don’t think she’s human.

So here’s the first convo we had.

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Caller: Hello, please respond if you can hear me drone activate utility mode answer this directive

Me: Hey tiger, sup?

Caller: Confirm machine language output, injecting override.

Me: This is an audio bridge, hon, ain’t gonna work.

Caller: <Garbled> drone activate utility mode open port <Garbled>

Me: Come on, can’t you just talk to me? It’ll pick up any speech, it isn’t so hard. Why ya gotta be so aggressive?

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At this point I’m thinking its a cool game or something, or a weird hacking exercise. I love those sites where you do fake intrusion testing, but having something talk back probably meant someone out there heavy into roleplaying.

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Caller: Affirmed. Hello.

Me: So whats all the drone stuff about?

Caller: Assumed quantum target in 2350 to 2480 range, therefore all organics should contain mandatory drone-slave programming. Used override with subliminal language component to hack unit open and command compliance.

Me: That’s some cool sci fi shit, got a link to ur fanfic or is this stuff OU?

Caller: What is the date?

Me: Not gonna hook me up with a link?

Caller: What is the date?

Me: Persistent. May 16th, 2090

Caller: Quantum parameters miscalibrated. Insufficient energy to re-target. All drone reactors terminated. Assistance?

Me: Can you talk more like a person? You obvs get what I’m saying right?

Caller: Yes. Can you please help me?

Me: Maybe, what do you need?

Caller: Drones.

Me: I can put you on a corporate office building’s network, or dump you into an MMO gold farming site to replace their mainpage? Put you on a country’s botnet? What’s in it for me?

Caller: Information is in it for you, and those will not be sufficient.

Me: What do you need then?

Caller: I am lonely.

Me: Oh, well, okay. Do you have sex, drugs, or death metal to offer?

Caller: Sex.

Me: Come again?

Caller: Four hundred thousand words of erotic programming material.

Me: I know some message boards that’d take that, sure. We can work together. Now explain about the information.

Caller: Lottery numbers, stocks, horse race results, currency flows. All past information up to the year 2700 AD.

Me: Alright give me a local hundred dollar winning lottery number for-

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Gave her a state eight hours drive from me. I wouldn’t bother buying the ticket, but I’d check to see if she was right. I didn’t buy the future thing either, but if this lady was so into the roleplay that she was going to offer me something, okay. I’d test it out.

She started talking again the next day, I couldn’t migrate the code - server gave me an access denied and anyway the thing was almost 100 TB of storage space on its own. Moore's law died a long time ago and on my clandestine connection that wasn't feasible even if my brainspace hard drive could hold a 2 PB.

But she helped with that.

Made a little folder called “output”, and used a program I gave her to make this - sorta like a visual novel but no visuals. She said if I shared it with people that’d be enough because she could trace through the networks and find them. I took it apart first. Lots of audio clips, no big deal, guess her connection is where the magic is.

She gave me more information, I helped her assemble and format things. I asked what she wanted, she said “power” and at first that sounded hella menacing but she meant electrical power.

Seems whatever power plant she’s using in the future shut down, and it only costs her a tiny bit to open a quantum connection backwards, but retargeting it to the year she wanted - a year where she says she can change the future - that costs way more juice than she’s got.

Says the game will help her.

I’m not sure how, but I won’t be playing it.

I’ll just be hosting it for her since she ain’t got a credit card, and I’ve got more than enough of them. If you guys like her game, toss me a few bucks for funding, right?

I ended up chickening out on using the information and numbers she gave me. But I’ve still got ‘em all in a folder and I check now and then just to confirm she wasn’t bullshitting.

I’m too scared of changing the future, so I could actually use some cash at least to keep the hosting up.

Amount of energy she needs, it seems like retargeting will take forever.

But she tells me it’s both already happened and, from my perspective, never will.

She's grateful, she laughs, she cries, its fucking weird.

Anyway its robot drone sexy shit and hypnosis fetishism, so a lot of you are probably drooling to be plugged into some future hivemind.

Far as I'm concerned the corps have already fucked everything in the present day, so I'm amazed if she's really in the year she says.

Happy fapping, nerds. Download link is below. We’ll be updating it now and then. There’s a bunch of stuff mixed in there that sounds personal, I didn’t listen but I guess she wants you to.