Additional_Homework_For_Overachievers.avi

[Myra appears again, smiling, calm, and a little red-eyed from crying. She speaks directly to the camera briefly, but most of the video is voice-overs, a few photographs of the physical hardware of Sburb.org's servers, and screenshots of code and interface, appearing as quickly as Myra's rapid-fire typing can enable.]

"Right, so there's a couple other things I didn't mention to the others. I fully expect you to respect the dead girl's wishes, by the way. Wouldn't want to disappoint my ghost and all."

"You guys already know how the server works. You've probably had to learn it already. Bet you regret not actually doing so while I was still around to pester about how it all worked? Good thing I keep [i]exquisite[/i] fucking documentation."

"Just for the record, though, if three of you get together, you can invite a new admin using the same interface as for name changes - use the command "promote_user_admin", it takes the same arguments as the analogous command for promoting moderators. I made the admin panel idiot-proof in the first place so, if one of these days you really want to invite an idiot to come take moderator duties, you can do it. Not that you'll want to. Hopefully there won't be someone that's talked all three of you into that sort of nonsense at once, regardless of how good he or she is at fellatio."

"There's a folder called "public_keys" in the root of the auxiliary drive mounted at index 15. It's got seven keyfiles, the seventh one is all the other six combined together. These are the public ones. You can distribute these all you want. If you also distribute the utility program in that same folder, people will be able to send encrypted messages to you manually outside the timetrav tunnel, in case you ever need that kind of thing."

"The ones I'm concerned about here are the ones inside the "private_secondary_encrypted" folder, also inside drive 15. These are your private keys. Assuming I haven't successfully hassled you to keep backups of these, run the attachment; that'll confirm you and then remove my encryption from them. Then delete them from the server. Since they'll be wide open, you do not want to keep them there."

"Well, you [i]could[/i]. If you like Extremely Bad Ideas, on the calibre of taking your G-Frog's tadpole off to the scenic Bikini Atoll to participate in a little nuclear testing, and then letting your favorite little Bilious Slick rampage through downtown Shinjuku instead of taking it to a nice, normal Pond somewhere in the Incipisphere."

[Myra exaggeratedly rolls her eyes.]

"I know this shit from experience."

"The utility program there will assist you in using these to encrypt and decrypt outside the standard interface. You know your passphrases. In case you need to get into my shit for some unforeseen reason, though, the file with mine is the single file in drive 96. This file is encrypted with the keys of all five of you, in the order we originally daisychained into the Game. In the event of catastrophe, and [i]only[/i] in the event of catastrophe, are you to open it in order."

"If you're rifling through my stuff like that because one of you is dead, let Violet know. There are a couple physical capsules built into the servers, she knows where they are, and why. As for you, Violet, don't let the other idiots open the safeties until they prove why, whatever you do. And for the last time, the big switch labeled 'Magic' and 'More Magic' [i]really does[/i] do abso-fucking-lutely nothing. So leave it set to 'More Magic,' [i]capiche[/i]?"

"Ross, Cogs, Violet? I know you've had to learn how to run this thing on short notice, and I'm almost sorry I won't be there to answer your dumb tech support questions like an hero. But you already know what to do."

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((The string of numbers is just hex. When decoded and matched to ASCII it says "fight the good fight".))