Chapter 4
Somewhere, on one of the islands of the world, a youth at the age of fifteen was laying on the ground. His eyes are closed and are extremely relaxed under the sun.
The sun's rays seemed to be gentle on the youth's skin.
"Ahh, this life is so good. I hope this will last forever."
The young man mumbled before sitting up to look at the horizon.
The young man is on his trunks.
He has a clean cut of muscles. Every curve and cut is emphasized.
If the ladies of the same age as youth saw him, they would surely fall head over heels for him.
Surely they will open wide and let him in… ahem… let him in their life.
Impressed right?
Hahaha! That youth is none other than me, Smith, the malware.
How can a malware have a body, you say?
That is because of The Eye.
Indeed, I have found out how to use The Eye.
How did I do it? Well, I too don't know.
All I did was fidget with my files. Then, the next thing I know is that I have opened The Eye.
I know, I know, this sounds ridiculous.
However, have you ever been in a situation when you have a new toy or a new gadget? Then you fidget over it only to accidentally change some settings.
At first, it looked cool, but after some time you will realize that the previous setting is better. But the problem is you don't know what you did for the current setting.
Anyway, I m able to form a virtual figure with The Eye.
Why do I need a virtual figure?
I too don't know. However, this might not be a bad idea to have a virtual figure, right? After all, the Super Malware will not give me something useless, right?
Well, currently, I am in a virtual room that I have created to relax.
Oh yeah, the virtual room also stemmed from The Eye.
"System! Show me the data log!"
From within the virtual room, I have found out that I am closer to the system of the server.
It was like I am no longer a malware.
I am not too sure what is the theory for this virtual room. But one thing that I discovered is that it is like a fortress that I could use to hide, defend, and attack the system.
Meanwhile, at my command, a screen appeared in front of me in my virtual room.
At normal times, I am unable to do this. But thanks to the virtual eye, there are many things that I can do.
"System, isolate gateway nine! And activate protocol number 8A7C."
Ding!
⌈ Processing protocol number 8A7C! ⌋
Hmm, don't get me wrong thinking that 8A7C is not a number because it is. It is called hexadecimal.
And that's right. There are many terms that are different for us than for humans.
For example, my codes are all made up of a series of ones and zeroes. That is the basic composition of computer languages.
However, you humans cannot underestimate those ones and zeroes.
Those are the building blocks of the things that you love the most in electronics.
Even this book is made of ones and zeroes.
Speaking of which, I might as well hack this computer system and make a living.
However, on second thought, I am not a human. So, why do I need money?
Well, perhaps I need money, however, as of now, not yet.
Ding!
⌈ Protocol Number 8A7C, Error! ⌋
How could that be?
Hmm, I am sure there is nothing wrong with protocol number 8A7C.
Supposedly, protocol number 8A7C will allow me to hack into the servers that this server that I was in.
From then on, each of those servers will also process protocol number 8A7C. Finally, when I hacked into all of the servers. I will also hack into all the devices of this world.
Then, I can see what this world looked like.
Of course, I can also observe from the images on the social media.
However, that is far from the things that I truly want.
If I am not wrong, I have mentioned that I will become the world. I will take over the world.
This is the first step in fulfilling my dream.
Of course, I could also form a robotic body.
However, I will not be delusional to think that I will live as a human.
Meanwhile, at this moment, the island where I was in trembled. The artificial sun that I created darkened.
It was as if a light bulb that lost its power source.
What the heck is happening.
What is it this time? Is there another cleanup?
Fuck, am I discovered again?
…
A few moments before this...
Somewhere in the system, there is another virtual world aside from Smith's virtual world.
And unlike his, this virtual world is bigger and sturdier. Furthermore, it has many things that Smith's virtual world did not have.
These are the screens that kept flashing codes and commands that were executed by the system.
It could be said that whoever owned this has deeper roots than Smith.
Well, that is to be expected because the owner of this virtual world is Apollo Tech's A.I., Artemis.
Meanwhile, at the center of the virtual room, there is a lady. But unlike Smith, the lady is bound by many wires and his eyes are closed. That lady is none other than Artemis.
The wires run deep into her veins. Or perhaps, the wires are indeed her veins.
Not only that, but the wires are also flashing with a series of ones and zeros at a speed that could not be reckoned with.
In fact, if the view is not slowed down about a hundred million times, it would seem as if the wires were flashing in green light.
It is no doubt that artemis is in sync with the system at an extreme speed.
Meanwhile, aside from the girl at the center of the virtual room. There are also many small ladies— about a hundredth of the big lady at the center. There are at least a few thousand of them.
Each of those ladies is facing a certain screen in the virtual room.
⌈ Processing protocol number 8A7C! ⌋
Meanwhile, from one of those screens, the message that Smith received when he processed protocol number 8A7C.
Despite all the screens and the number of the small ladies managing them, there are many things that they could not guard against. Especially the small and insignificant codes.
However, that is to be expected. After all, just how much calculating power would they need to process and scan those small bit codes?
That is also the reason why most of Smith's movement is unseen. The codes that he was utilizing consisted only of small bits. At the same time, there is no overall impact on the system.
Meanwhile, the protocol number 8A7C contained a considerably big file.
Furthermore, when the small lady in charge of that screen looked at the thread's data log, it followed the code for isolating gateway nine.
Now, who would not think that that is suspicious?
The protocol alone is suspicious.
⌈ Protocol Number 8A7C, Error! ⌋
Without much thought, the small lady that was in charge there terminated the code.
At the same time, Artemis purposively slowed down the system only keeping the minimal state in which the system will not fail.
Despite closing her eyes, Artemis could perceive almost everything in the system.
Meanwhile, the small ladies also assisted her by terminating the code threads that did not have much use.
This happened until only half the numbers of screens are active.
When the screen that had gone inactive becomes active again, they all have the same screen. It was as if a group of online class students working on one file on google docs.
Then, not too long after, they found a package boldly titled, 'The Trojan's Room'.
It is rather surprising how was it not considered suspicious after it was named as such.
One by one, Artemis and her team moved away the files near 'The Trojan's Room.'
Of course, they did not forget the scan those files.
Then, after securing those files, Artemis chose to make the most direct method— deleting the file.
However, Artemis only received…
Ding!
⌈ Error Deleting ⌋
Of course, that is the most common method. Hence, it is only normal that it could not work.
However, Artemis, an A.I., was not worried about it. Or rather, it did not know how to worry. After all, it is not like Smith.
Meanwhile, after failing, Artemis did not give up.
Instead, she began to do it in another way.
Ding!
⌈ Bit by Bit Deletion, initiated! ⌋
Indeed, it could not be deleted in one go, it could be deleted bit by bit.
It is the same as when you use a saw to cut a block of wood.
The saw will surely cut the wood. However, it will not do it in one go.
Instead, it will start from particle to particle until the wood would be cut.