Schon wieder dieser Witz: Two objects rammed together, wenn das unten beschriebene Szenario tatsächlich passiert wäre oder passieren würde, dann wäre dieser Witz auf jedenfalls angebracht. Die fiktive Firma die ich in der Geschichte genannt habe, setzt auf eine ganz normale DDOS Protection, die ihren Server vor Flood-DDOS Angriffen schützen soll. Dies klappt normalerweise auch gut. Da die Firma File-Handling benötigt, bzw. eine Uploadfunktion hat, verfügt der Server auch über einen Uploadfilter sowie über ein gesicherter Ordner, in dem die Dateien gescannt werden. Der betreffende Ordner ist nicht mehr im WWW Verzeichnis und ist aber auch nicht im eigentliche User-Verzeichniss.
Die meisten Bot Zugriffe konnten durch die DDOS-Protection abgewimmelt werden, doch einige schafften es dennoch durch.
Diese Bots laden nun Dateien hoch. Es gilt die folgende Chart:
User sends the header containing the data
Firewall / DDOS Protection make a Deep Packet Inspection to check the data
PHP FILE GET INPUT FUNCTION
DATEI WIRD ZWISCHENGESPEICHERT
Einlagerung in die Datenbank
Bei den hochgeladenen Daten handelt es sich um ZipBombs, sie "zerbomben" meist den Ordner in dem sie sind. Der Viren Scanner kommt nicht mehr nach, weil immer mehr gezippte Files auftreten, welche aufgrund von der Architektur von Zip Files und der Bomb ab einem gewissen Zeitpunkt nicht mehr erkannt werden. Die betreffende Zip-Bomb wäre in diesem Fall natürlich enorm vielschichtig. Das grosse Problem mit Zip-Bombs ist, das sie gar nicht unbedingt als grosse Datei identifiziert werden können.
Vorbereitungen: Neben einem Anti-Viren Programm benötige ich ein Skript und ein Programm, welches ich öffnen kann und gleichzeitig viel RAM benötigt. In diesem Fall werde ich den Browser öffnen lassen und immer wieder ein Skript mit gar nichts drin herunterladen lassen! Diese Datei wird gleichzeitig automatisch verschoben und in einem ZIP zusammengefasst, dieses Zip wird dann hin und her geschoben und dann, startet das Batch File einen selbstduplizierungsvorgang bis schlussendlich 50 Prozesse die das gleiche Tun existieren. Die Ergebnisse waren interessant, denn das Anti-Viren Programm bemerkte schon, dass es sich um ein Spam File handelt, allerdings konnte das Programm das erst erkennen als das eigentliche Skript mittels Public Key entschlüsselt wurde. Neben dem Anti-Viren Programm wurde auch die Grafikkarte und der Kernel Process stark gefordert. Das Anti-Viren Programm versuchte immer wieder ein Memory Dump zu machen um herauszufinden, was im Arbeitsspeicher ist, dies schlug fehl weil selbst die Erstellung von einem Dump wiederum Ram braucht und alle Caches sowie der Ram voll waren. Ich denke, dass nur ein Anti-Viren System, dass selber den RAM leeren kann eine Chance gegen solche Überlastungen hat.
Auch fällt auf, das Anti-Viren Software meist mit dem gleichen Aufwand fortfahren anstatt den Bedarf zu senken, was einen Absturz verhindern könnte. Zum Schluss war die Software ausser Gefecht gesezt.
Beim Test habe ich wie bereits gesagt bemerkt, dass nicht alle Viren ausgefiltert wurden, so kam es das ein Virus eindringen konnte. Der Grund hierfür war das Einfrieren von der Scanner-Funktion. Am Schluss passierte genau das, was der Witz sagt.
Das Ende des letzten Jahres und der Beginn von diesem Jahr war durchzogen mit Horror Meldung über Zero Days Lücken, neue Ransomware Attacken und dämliche Gesetze mit der die EU angeblich zeigen will, dass im Internet auch das Gesetz gilt. Ich musste manchmal lachen und manchmal wurde ich auch wütend, insgesamt muss man aber sagen, dass dieses Jahr wenn es um Rechte und Sicherheit im Netz geht sehr schlecht ist. Von den Sicherheitslücken Meltdown und Spectre waren weltweit Millionen Geräte betroffen und in diesem Jahr gibt es wieder einmal einen DDOS Rekord. Doch wie geht es weiter? Was hat sich insgesamt an der Internet-Sicherheitslage geändert?
Als ich den Halbjahresbericht von MELANI (der Internetsicherheitsmeldestelle des Bundes) gelesen habe, ist mir aufgefallen, dass Zero-Days immer ein grösseres Problem werden. Dies lässt mich darauf schlissen, dass es irgendwo in einem Geheimdienst oder in einem Entwicklerteam einen Verräter geben muss, der diese Informationen an Hacker weitergibt. Dabei fällt auch auf, dass mit Meltdown und Spectre sich die Sicherheitslücken wohl immer mehr in die unteren Systemebenen schleicht. Meltdown wurde ja unteranderem durch einen Delay bzw. einer Time Exception begünstigt, da dies die Reaktionszeit des Systems auf die betreffenden, zur Verschnellerung Benötigten Daten, verursachte, was wiederum aufgrund der verzögerten Sicherheitsfunktion dazu führte, dass die Daten ungeschützt im CPU L4 Cache gesichert wurde.
Apple ist ja dafür bekannt seine Nutzer sehr schnell mit Updates zu versorgen und so war es auch dieses mal. Meltdown wurde bereits mit 10.13.2 im Dezember geschlossen und nun vor 2 Tagen auch noch Spectre. Alle Apple Geräte sind betroffen. Ich habe kurz nach dem Update einen Benchmark Test gemacht und diesen mit dem Resultat vom letzten Jahr verglichen und konnte erfreut bemerken, dass auf meinem iMac keine Leistungeinbussen vorhanden sind! Ich finde vor allem aber auch, dass Apple sehr transparent mit der Lücke umging, das einzige Problem, war die Veröffentlichung der Lücke durch den Finder. Denn Apple verfolgt normalerweise die sehr sinnvolle Philosophie Sicherheitslücken erst öffentlich zu machen, wenn bereits ein Update zum Schliessen vorhanden ist. Das ist wohl auch der Grund warum es bei Apple keine so grossen Probleme wie bei WannaCry (Windows) gibt.
Laut einigen Nutzern grosse Leistungseinbrüche und des weiteren störten einige Anti-Viren Programme das Update und sorgten für einen Absturz bzw. für eine irreversible Beschädigung von Windows. Microsoft ist wie meistens langsam was das Updaten und Fixen bei Problemen betrifft. Da es bei einigen Nutzern Probleme beim Updaten gab, hat Microsoft das Update bei manchen Nutzern abgebrochen. Kurz gesagt, bei Microsoft gibt es Chaos. Microsoft konnte leider nicht schnell einen Plan für die Bewältigung von den Problemen erstellen.
Verhielt sich gut und informierte die Computerhersteller sehr schnell. Leider haperte es etwas beim Support, ich musste immerhin 7 Tage auf eine Antwort auf meine DM bei Twitter warten.
Es gibt auch immer mehr Phishing Attacken, dazu kann ich aber leider nichts sagen, denn die Dummheit oder Leichgläubigkeit von Menschen lässt sich nicht erklären.
Lazarus. It was this ship that brought us from a planet named Earth that was destroyed by a nuclear disaster. The name fits considering how the human race was rising from the dead. The exterior, made from the metals found on asteroids to deflect the radiation from local stars, was enough to endure the suffocating space that surrounds us. The spectrograph was angled on top, made to observe any new, possible home-worlds.
It has detected some possible planets, only to be denied when our explorers came back. The ship has the tangled look of the space stations that once existed in ancient times.
It looks as though the solar wings need some adjustment. This was one of the major problems that the original builders of the generation ship had to deal with as they were escaping their planet. Along with my supervising mechanic, James Fixer, we put on our suits and venture out into space with our welding kits.
I hover slowly towards the spot that appeared to tinge and shake.
I used to enjoy getting on my spacesuit and hover around along with Isaac Suitmaker, who claims descent from a man named Icarus, who was given the name Suitmaker upon boarding the Lazarus.
Now, it becomes annoying and I try my best to not shake fitfully towards any targeted spot.
James takes his rough hands and pulls me gently to the spot.
I take out the fracture scanner from my belt and analyze the dents with the blue oscillating lights.
"How damaged is it?"
I repeat the findings that appear in the screen, "It would appear that this is the tenth time in 250 years that this particular wing got hit by space debris (Trümmer).“
"Do we need to go to the workshops to repair it?"
"I would say..." I say as I examine whatever dents this wing may have, which is very few and shallow. "I think we should do so just in case this one becomes damaged."
Then James looked at me with his dark eyes. "How sure are you that this wing isn't too damaged?"
"I am only following the example of George Suitmaker, who was very careful to not use up any spare wings."
James smiled at me, since I remembered my Lazarus history and recalled George Suitmaker, who was given his own commemorative room deep in the habitation module next to my father's room (which has become my room).
I terribly miss my father, but it is my job to succeed him as president of the Ships Council.
Our legacy dates back to Daniel, who helped to take 100,000 survivors of a nuclear disaster that destroyed the surface of the planet Earth. He was given the name Shipmaster, which ended up becoming my family name and one I hope to live up to.
All of the nitrogen imported from Jupiter to feed farmable crops in the Lazarus is nearly used up. As a result, for as long as I have been alive, there has been a tight control on the food supplies, with the Farmer family being given enough power to ration the supplies. I have known their son, Ewan Farmer, who is fairly nice, but he has taken in the hostility that might come when the food supply runs out.
So, he has been seeing me less and less.
I meet Ewan as he studies the supply lists for the month on his tablet.
His red hair is trimmed and covered with a cap and his hands and body are covered so as to not engage in any human contact with the crops.
I also wear the same type of uniform.
I walk through columns of organic crops and approach him. "Does the Lazarus have enough for the month?"
"Just barely," he replied.
Indeed, I could remember there were moments when only a handful of vegetables were available at the dinner table.
It will be important to note the next time I am arranged to meet in the
Ships Council with the high-ranking leaders ofLazarus.
He looked at me and said "I hope you can get us out of this mess that we apparently find ourselves in for hundreds of years."
"I definitely know I can."
I look back at the crops that are just sprouting. I ask Ewan "I hope nobody asks about this crisis waiting to happen."
"They have. And I've had to prevent them from talking about it any further.
There's nothing I can do about it."
This sign of frustration coming from Ewan ignites frustration within me.
"Well, there isn't much I can do. The Ships Council has more power than I do and they decide whether the news is worth telling."
“I would hope that you take over if you deeply care about our food supply.”
“I know my father would’ve cared.”
James and I arrive in the center of Lazarus where the super-computer calculates where the most hospitable planets are and is managed by the Navigator clan.
The room appears dark grey as usually, however the main difference between how it usually looks and right now is that there is a red warning sign on the screen, indicating the shortage of energy and memory.
Timothy Navigator approaches us and explains in his whinnying voice how the momentum reactor is losing fuel.
"Where is the next location of the source of pure carbon atoms?" James asks.
"On an asteroid 12 parsecs away."
preferences may have changed.
This caused me to feel queasy (mulmig) and heavy inside, as I have never encountered this situation before. We always had fuel around waiting to be excavated (ausgegraben) by the Miner clan, who lived around the area next to the transportation stations. They are also the ones who have the opportunities to travel outside of the Lazarus.
I would hate to live long enough to see the day when there are no asteroids that can be excavated.
James tells me "We will have to use whatever fuel is left in order to survive."
I look to Timothy and ask "Can you set the coordinates to that area?"
He responds "I would but I would also be cautious, since this area is known for its wormholes. (Wurmloch9„
Either we do nothing and die or we risk going into a wormhole and dying.
I was always familiar with this type of dilemma from Lazarian history, as our ancestors had to face difficult decisions, such as Gregory Shipmaster making the decision to either establish a Lazarian colony in a heavily radiated planet or continue drifting into space.
I say “I was told that we have enough food to last us for a month, so that gives us plenty of time to think about our next destination.”
There have been nights when I have barely gotten any sleep. I continue to think about the problems that continue to permeate (beschäftigen) our daily lives and they are all in my hands while I barely have any solutions. Although I was considered smart in school, now that I am approaching adulthood and leadership, I don’t have the right answers. The only people that do are the ones older than me.
At the Ships Council, I am at the front of the desk with my mentor James in front of the high-ranking leaders of Lazarus, all descended from the generals that oversaw the construction of this generation ship. They merely offer me commands and I authorize them, so it is the opposite of what a President is supposed to do. Within their demands right now, they want to know how long they can go on with a limited supply.
"We are losing more carbon atoms every month," I say with a slow, cautious voice. "We searched tirelessly for more and the only source available is 12 parsecs away."
There was a ruckus that sounded around me, as it was clear that the members of the Ships Council were also not used to hearing the news. They didn't even look back at me, rather they just focus mainly on themselves. It wouldn't surprise me, considering how the management of the water, food, transportation, and energy seemed to be more of an importance than my meager 21-year-old presence.
It was always a requirement for me by James to take part in these meetings even if I did not have a say in these matters. It was always, and continues to be, boring, but they do give me enough experience to establish myself as President (of course if they don't attempt to start a mutiny).
"Don't we have enough carbon atoms in the storage module?" I ask.
"Yes," says Lyle Waterscavenger, the head scientist. "But it will only last us for a short time."
"Well, surely it would be enough to get us to that asteroid."
“It would, including the stellaser highway that would be created, but we would need to be cautious. There is the risk that we would encounter a wormhole and it would severely compromise our mining operations.”
This also caused me to freeze considering how wormholes are impossible to escape. But how is it different from starvation, rioting (Aufstände), or mutinies (Meuterei)? They are inescapable as well. There does not seem to be any other choice, for the path to colonization does not seem to be clear.
Whereas all the other citizens of Lazarus are reluctant to talk with me, only Amélie seemed to take interest in me. She used to be in the same class with me when we were 12, but she went on to follow her ancestors' legacy just like me. She is training to become a doctor.
Because she has blue hair, she was given the name "Oceandreamer" due to her dreams of the oceans of Earth that have since become radiated and void of marine life. I could remember one day she was telling me about how that is possible, explaining that there was a chip planted into the dreaming and memory parts of her brain to conjure up any possible locations of ocean life beyond Earth, which have only been possible in Europa and the other heavenly bodies in the same Solar System as Earth's.
The Lazarians attempted to establish colonies there, but had trouble maintaining the protection against a star's radiation. We have become a migrating people as a result.
I approach the ship hospital, which looks quite empty which is odd considering how the patients usually come from the workshop stations. Only two people are laying on the beds, getting their monthly blood tests to see how well they handle zero gravity. Amélie Oceandreamer Doctor is drawing the blood.
As soon as she was done, she looked at me with her eyes as blue as her hair and smiled.
In my sense of humor, I tell her "I have a medical condition."
Knowing our shtick--as the ancient Earthians would call it--she responded "And what would that be?"
"This zero gravity life has caused me heart problems."
Considering how this never wears out, she giggled. (kicherte) She puts on her stethoscope and puts on against my heart.
"Well, it doesn't appear to have problems when I'm around."
We start talking about how our day was. I merely told her I was in yet another ordinary meeting with the Lazarian authorities, whereas she told me that nobody died today.
She then tells me "I want you to come up to the upper pylons with me."
Although it is practically illegal for anyone other than the Waterscavenger clan to enter, it does not surprise me that Amélie would make that request, considering how she was always bold and willing to get into trouble. At this time, the rules no longer seem to have meaning the more I realize our futile end. She doesn't know about it, and it burdens me with the truth, but I want to make her as happy as possible.
I agreed to see her there.
I study for the completion of my apprenticeship on my desk in the President’s office, with the papers scattered all over my desk. It involves preparing for the tests made by the Ships Council in determining if I am capable of fixing any problem on the Lazarus. Throughout my apprenticeship, I gained more than just the basic trades that James Fixer imparted to me, rather I was made to deeply analyze the problems inherent in the Lazarus beyond mere repairs and into the social sciences and how people behave in contexts of hardship and shortages—like the ones I am going to face.
James walks in and sits across from me.
"You remind me of your father, Christian. Always studious and willing to place the Lazarus as the highest priority."
My father was originally the President of the Ships Council and the Lazarus before he died from an epidemic when I was five-years-old. Ever since then, James has become my father, by introducing me to multiple trades that would, hopefully, make me more relatable to the rest of Lazarian society. However, since Presidents have a history of engaging in mismanagement and corruption, I was regarded with intense skepticism, to the point where people were speculating whether I should even inherit my father's position.
I always seek to prove everyone wrong about me and my father.
I tell him "He had more of the answers than I do."
He then leaned closer to me. "But, I would suggest keeping away from that girl."
He nodded (nickte).
"But..." In order to become a great President, I need to develop perfect oration. I argued "...But she is a wonderful asset to this generation ship. I have seen her work for myself."
"You mean when you were playing with the stethoscope?"
My breath was shortened as I heard that James knew that we played our little banter (Geplänkel).
"We were just playing around."
"When you become President, you won't have time to play around."
"Well, we were just enjoying whatever time we had together." I knew there was no point in telling James what I could or couldn't do, nor did James have the ability to stop me from visiting Amélie.
Besides, he just told me that he "suggested" that I no longer see Amélie.
He smiled "Well, I hope you do it on your own time. But right now, John Blaster would want to see you pass this apprenticeship, so you will officially become the President without constantly leaning towards the Ships Council for guidance."
"But James, I like seeking the Council for advice. Besides, I can't do it on my own."
"If you could manage to sort through the digital archives of the Lazarian Library, then surely you could lead on your own. We would merely be there to issue your commands."
The bodies of the high-ranking Lazarians were in my way as I was pushed towards the super-computer. I was informed by the scientists of the Programmer clan that the CPU had become overloaded and cannot sustain one more year of data. This caused me to feel that same queasy feeling I had when I was informed that there wasn't enough carbon fuel. Now I'm informed that there isn't even enough data space left.
The people around me were bombarding me with questions as to our next course of action. Or even our next course of travel. It felt like all of the years of studying space science had accumulated into nothingness and I forgot even the fundamental building blocks of the universe. Everywhere around me the ship felt still and I was nearly collapsing.
"Quiet all of you and let the President speak!"
James' shout woke me out of my trance. The room was silent except for the functioning of the super-computer and the bleeps-bloops.
Because computer science is one of my fields of specialty, I concluded "We could just delete whatever is clogging the system."
"What will you do when the overload happens again?" one of the high-ranking members said.
"Well..." I say, clearly unable to comprehend a situation like this.
It was completely unforeseen and I wasn't thinking of any alternatives. "We could just use whatever is left to create a new stellaser towards that asteroid. Once there we can delete whatever clutter is in the CPU while supply the ship with enough carbon."
I walk through the habitation module, with the buildings of the congregating in a circle in front of and above me. Everywhere I look, the Lazarians continue their day in maintaining the ship and their livelihoods. Very few of them glance at me. It has become clear that there is so many crises that are occurring and about to occur since we cannot maintain this ship any longer--though only the high-ranking Lazarians and I are aware of this fact.
As soon as I walk to one of the grocery marts, I find that it is nearly empty, as there is barely any boxes or bars that permeate the aisles. The grey-moustached owner looks at me from the counter and says "My shop is still not getting its supplies."
This prompts anyone outside within earshot to cluster themselves near the mart and start shouting "What do you mean there are still not enough supplies?!" and "My family cannot last another week!"
They weren't even directed at the owner, but at me.
Then, more Lazarians start clustering and shouting alongside those few people who started it. It nearly turned into a riot until the Lazarian Guard rushed to my side and pushed back the protestors. I tried to assure them that the food supply is stable (even though it wasn’t), but they could not hear me amidst their shouting.
It made me think back to my conversation with Ewan and how serious this resulted. Perhaps the people have also done this to him as well. Of course, they probably did not throw whatever was lying around at the shop’s window, like one person did. This caused the crowd to become emboldened to start attacking the guards, who started pointing their guns at them. They backed away as soon as one of them fired a warning shot at one of the buildings.
I look outside of my house, waiting for the rioting (Aufstände) to die down, which it did. There were less and less people than there were a few hours ago. They were being chased off by the guards that were responsible for my house’s security.
Although the space sky appears serene (heiter), it overlooked the chaos that was boiling inside this ship. I would have to make the high-ranking officials explain how to calm the people down and—more importantly—to see which ones are the most loyal and who I can trust, because I know about the difficulties that should still come.
Whenever I get the chance, I walk to the upper pylons where the water was being stored, search for the giant containers of water that are not for drinking, and just swim on them. In this case, I am expected to meet with Amélie after the rioting died down. It has been an open secret that many Lazarians have been known to participate in this debauchery. If there was one comparison that can be made between the corruptions of the past Presidents and me, I would say this would be my one act of corruption I am willing to commit.
As a future President, I personally like to swim in it to relieve myself of the stress. Lazarian music usually notes on the hope of reclaiming a new home-planet, with the calming sounds of Bertrand Soother; but stored in my music box are many songs from the ancient times. They belong to genres called blues and jazz.
One song I especially like is titled "I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire," by The Ink Spots. Quite an ironic song considering how my favorite song perfectly described the destruction of our native planet. It might be available within the archives you would have to store of the musicality of the human race. Although I thought it sounded beautiful, the other Lazarians do not take kindly to it.
Of course, it was not nearly as offensive as when I was caught one time here in the upper pylons. I ended up spending four weeks in the Lazarus jail.
I paddle my arms with each stroke, trying to forget the troubles that might be in the near future and the responsibilities that I might have when faced with them. I don't want to think about them. This is the time for me to enjoy life while I still can. There is no room for fun on the Lazarus, for they are all filled up and can barely be provided for.
Then I see Amélie is also swimming in the same container. She paddles faster towards my direction and clasps her arms around me, laughing.
I was afraid that she might drown me, but she is gentle.
I was always more preoccupied (beschäftigt) with staring at the stars in any galaxy where we rested than interacting with the other Lazarians. With time, they pretty much accepted me into their conversations reluctantly (wiederwillig). Although I am in line to become the President of the generation ship, I cannot just make anyone be interested in me, for I must earn their interest. For years of my life, I have struggled to do just that, by getting involved in the workshops, the crops, the navigation module, the super-computer, and anywhere else, including the Lazarian frontier ships that always followed us and set out to find a new home-planet.
However, Amélie is more adventurous than me. When we stared at the stars together in the upper pylons, she mentioned one time she got into one of the space-suits and it caused a leak, causing her to become jailed for the same duration as me.
“So, we’re alike in that we’re both criminals,” I remark. She laughed at that.
As soon as we waddle out to dry ourselves, we lay next to each other, looking at the stars. We talk about our futures together. I was to become the President of the Lazarus and a new colony on a planet somewhere and she was to become just like Dr. Julia Blood, as head of the medical services. Our children would grow up as leaders of the colony that would span the entire planet and we would create a new civilization that mimics Earth.
Of course, as I got deep into thought, I tell Amélie "That would mean that we would mimic the very wars that depleted Earth of its life in the first place."
Amélie frowned "Then we'll be more careful."
I shake my head "This ship has been careful for hundreds of years and yet we still can't establish a home for ourselves without screwing it up."
It was at this point that I explained all of the problems that I had been faced with. I went into detail about how there is a food shortage, the CPU in the super-computer is overloaded, and the nearest source of carbon is light-years away. If felt relieving and therapeutic for me to rant about all of the troubles that will not only plague my life but the lives of all of the people who are going to be affected by it.
Amélie appears to respond by contradicting all of the enthusiasm that she showed about our future. Now she appears uncertain and asks me "I would hope that we can do something about it."
Then I heard voices that finally caught me doing it again.
But instead of arresting me, the captain of the Lazarian Guard announced "President Christian, we need you for a very important course of action."
The center desk where the hologram of the distance between the Lazarus and that distant asteroid are shown. I watch while wrapped in towels. The Lazarian Guard, the scientists, the Miner clan, and James are all present and they discuss how to travel to this asteroid and how to extract the carbon from within it. There wasn't a lot of consternation, but there was definitely the need to get there as soon as possible.
The Lazarian Guard, John Blaster, speaks first "We will need to be able to jump 12 parsecs to that asteroid."
One of the scientists, Lyle Waterscavenger, says "But what about the wormholes?"
"We don't have much of a choice," I say.
"If any of you have alternative options, I would more than love to hear them."
John says "I still need to keep the Lazarians under control in case something happens."
Quite honestly, if I had the choice, I would make John Blaster the President and I just do whatever I want with Amélie. Though, she would disapprove of my own dismissal as President.
Suited in my exploration gear, I embark on the rocky surface with the members of the Miner clan, who are busy detecting the area of any sign of carbon bringing the parts of the drill needed to mine the minerals. Although the surface looks barren underneath the black, space skies and only given light by the nearby sun, I have always known that there were more complexities underneath the surface of any heavenly body, including Lazarus.
I am led by Henry Miner, who like the rest of the Miner clan, was short and had a sturdy frame. He was actually shorter than me even though he was twice my age.
He led me to the location where we are most expected to mine for the carbon. There had been plenty of possible sites, but the one near the mound seemed to be the most suitable, according to him and his unit.
I take out my carbon detector and it was definitely bleeping and vibrating on my screen.
I turned to Henry's face, with small eyes, nose, and mouth, and ask "Are there more readings like this?"
"Yes, President Christian. All over this asteroid."
As soon as the first hole was dug, it suddenly stops drilling and the entire asteroid starts shaking underneath me. Although there was no gravity, I felt like falling as I could not stand steadily on the surface. I look back at the labyrinthine Lazarus and find that the lights are also out.
My instincts as President urges me to run up to the nearest vessel and fly back to the generation ship.
Once I landed on the hangar, I jump out and run to Amélie, who seems to be oddly calm at this time. Within the distance inside the ship, I hear panicking screams.
Then everything around me becomes black.
I don't know if I was unconscious or if the Lazarus itself was blackened, but my vision returns to me as I could see that nothing around me has changed. Inside my planet detector in my pocket, I find that there are a new array of stars that I never seen or studied before.
Amélie looks at the window. It is clear to me that she is in awe at what she is seeing.
She tells me "You are the light of the world."
There were astronomers on-board who heard that remark and they talked among each other. I could hear them say that we might be in the Andromeda galaxy. Us including the asteroid which is very far.
There were incoming probes coming from that asteroid. The Miner clan were able to bring back only a fraction of what we anticipated when it came to the stones chocked full of carbon.
I nearly cried, as we had hoped that this asteroid would save us; but instead it was our own demise. It only gave us a ride to an unknown galaxy with very little fuel to navigate or even survive it.
I see that Henry Miner was also forlorn and tried to look away due to his disappointment.
Then, within our view, we watch outside our windows ships we have also never seen before, which were wobbling and contorting (verzerrt). From that observation, I could guess that they were robotic ships. I was always told that we were the only species that used space-ships, but it would appear that my sight and the startled, hushed reactions of everyone around me are putting that preconception to the test. From what I see, they are coming menacingly close to the Lazarus and we have no choice but to fight them.
John Blaster appears before me "President Christian.
It would appear that the asteroid was part of an elaborate trap. We need to attack."
Amélie walks up to him "We could just turn off their power and take them over."
John turns to her "We cannot do that! They'd kill us before we power them down!"
I say to John "Then we'll wait until one of them boards the Lazarus. For right now, keep the laser missiles steady and don't fire unless they do."
He bowed in agreement and went to inform the soldiers maintaining the laser missiles.
The only wars we ever had were amongst ourselves throughout our 250-year history.
We have known our ancestors used the laser cannons, the very same ones that the robotic ships are aiming at us.
One of those ships quickly drives from their mother-ship to our ship with a speed that gave us little time to decide what to do next. I couldn't decide how to react to it. Was it an enemy or a friend? Did the human race survive outside of Earth?
Then, red beams fire at us. I could not hear their impact, but I definitely felt myself vibrating.
Amidst the blaring of the klaxons, we rush to grab our laser guns from the arsenal as I hear the Lazarian Guard shouting for us to follow them.
We arm ourselves in case of any internal struggles, which have been plenty on the Lazarus. Or in the case of any alien civilization taking us over. Just like now. I never thought that I would live to see this happen. Now I shiver and feel pale, since these were the fairy tales of aliens taking form. We were told from the childhood that if we misbehaved, aliens would take us away.
Perhaps we all misbehaved by destroying our world.
However, I sit back against the wall, with my laser gun rested firmly in my hands. I was not responsible for Earth becoming a radioactive toilet. I wasn't even born when it happened. Even though I am yet to become an adult, I would sooner allow the others who are adults do all the fighting while I stay behind. If anyone objects and demands I fight the robots, I will tell them that I am the President and I do what I want.
In fact, I will use my status as President to stop Amélie from fighting. I don't want her to die. I grab her arm.
"What are you doing?!"
"I can't let you go there."
"You'll be killed!"
"We'll all be killed if nobody does something!"
I always thought of Amélie as courageous, always willing to stand up to my bullies when we were in school; but now I think she is irresponsible. In our Lazarian history, it was taught that one person's death was a failure of the human race, whereas one person's death on Earth in the pre-Lazarian era meant an insignificant loss, one that merely trivialized the concept of death as a means of a goal; which ultimately led to the nuclear war.
I still grasp her arm.
"Then I'll fight while you do medical work," I tell her, which she agreed by grabbing my shoulder and urging me with her.
All of the sudden everything goes black, just like the last time. I could tell that whoever was on that enemy ship has done something to the super-computer, as I could see ("not see," I should say) that there is no activity on the super-computer, as I did not hear the noises it made during processing, the noises of which I have become used to.
The only things I do hear now are screams coming from whoever is left throughout the Lazarus.
Rummaging for the virus detector in my pocket, I finally find it and take it out.
For all of the times I frantically push any button, it turns on but only to show static noise. It would appear that they must have taken advantage of the overloaded CPU by infiltrating a virus so powerful it makes our ship turn into space junk, mindlessly floating space.
Alongside the panicking, I heard clattering in the air. Then I heard the sources clap themselves upon the Lazarians. I did not know what they were. Are the enemies coming aboard? Do they have night-vision?
Then, a robot that appeared like a locust (Heuschrecke) from the old Earth encyclopedias landed on my hand and injected itself on me. I swipe at it until I lost balance. I could not prevent nor get up from my fall.
They got us before we had the chance to get them.
When we woke up, we find that we were bound by some elastic forms of laser. I am afraid of severing my hands if I attempt to loosen them, so I keep myself focused on the enemy guards shaped like the mannequins (Schaufensterpuppen) from the testing areas of the zero gravity module. The enemy ship inside looked just like the workshops with mechanical trappings.
The guards bring me up as well as the survivors and drag us through the endless halls.
We were escorted before who appeared to look like the leaders of this ship. I can see that the robots look like the figures depicted in the hieroglyphs of an ancient Earth civilization in an area called Egypt.
They all have the heads of birds, crocodiles, hippopotamuses (Nilpferd), and many other animals that thrived in that area of the Earth. I noticed the visages that have now become mechanical to my eyes. All of the gods were really just robots, self-aware and willing to enslave the human race in order to fulfill their desires. Were we supposed to know this?
It would have to be the case that we weren't.
They spoke to each other in what must have been in ancient Egyptian, as they were glancing at us the whole time. They are obviously plotting a devious plan for us in which we would not be treated easily.
Then one of the robots uses our language and demands that we submit to them.
Only James was the one who stood up and refused to obey the robots. I felt anxious (ängstlich), knowing that the person who had come to be the closest to being a father figure was endangering himself. I do not want him to die, not at this time.
"I have worked 30 years and I don't want to see it all go to waste."
I begged him to submit, but he brushed off my hand from his arm. The final words he said to me were "I'm sorry, Christian, but this is no place for me."
At that point, the robots emitted a green ray at him, causing him to disappear. I never knew where he went and I don't want to know. It should tell you something when someone who respects and values science has now come to fear it.
There are plenty of things in this universe that were never meant to be studied.
Perhaps science itself should not be studied.
These beings are evidently intelligent enough to have access from their minds to our historical archives. They have studied us, as one of them explained to me in my own language.
They have become aware of us and our 250-year history. They know the real history being the Lazarus' explorations, about the multiple times humanity tried to create a colony on a hospitable planet. Every time it happened, we always resorted back to destroying ourselves, to the point when our colonies have become as inhospitable as Earth. We just cannot trust ourselves with existence because we always end up killing each other.
Ultimately, the machines that I see before me are the perfect example of how destructive the fruits of creation are. If humanity can create, we can also destroy. This realization makes me tear up, knowing that all of the knowledge in the universe can never compensate for humanity's destructive nature. If anything, humanity borrowed their evil from these robots.
I ask them "What are you going to do to us?"
One of them told me that they are going to enslave us by bringing us to one of their slave-worlds and to build their monuments.
Since I had a wide array of knowledge and experiences with technology, I was assigned to be the servant of the robot with the falcon’s head. Easily I could tell that this was meant to be Horus, one of the more famous gods among the ancient Egyptians—if you could call them gods. He was not very severe with me, but he did let me know that I am no longer a leader.
This made me feel tremendous amounts of shame, knowing that I failed all of the Presidents before me, especially my father, as well as all of the people who lived in the Lazarus.
Although I was sent to the barracks and the workshops to let the Lazarians know that they should continue working, I can never look at them in my personal life. There was intense shame in showing myself to them. Some of them pitied me, while some were evidently disappointed in me.
If they did not want to talk to me back at the Lazarus, then they won’t talk to me here among the god-robots.
I tried to find Amélie among the crowd, but I could not see her. If she did see me, she probably did not want to talk to me. I wouldn’t blame her. I failed to be the President she wanted to see, whom she would marry. However long my stint as a President lasted, it ended with all of us becoming lifelong slaves to the robots. My reign ended in such a humiliatingly ironic way; ironic since we were always told that the robots were meant to serve us.
I find Amélie standing in the hall, who looks sad and the light that was normally found in her eyes was drained and it looked like she lost hope. I told her if she was alright and she said coldly "There doesn't seem to be any chance that we'll survive."
I clasp her shoulders. "I know, Amélie. I’m sorry I could not stop it."
She smiled meekly “None of us could’ve stopped it. At least you tried to stop it. There were Presidents in our past who would’ve resigned out of stress.”
Such a reassurance (Beruhigung) was enough to put me in a positive mood. I wanted to love her like we did in the upper pylons before the catastrophe happened. The hands on her shoulders tighten as I brought her closer to me.
In the distance, we heard shouts and felt the shots of lasers coming from the inner chambers of the alien ship. It would appear that the Lazarians are inciting (anstiften) an uprising against the robots. Or maybe the robots are exterminating us. I also felt the lasers being used, so it is intensifying.
Either way, there would the chance that we would die in the struggle, so we ran as quickly as we could, racing through halls of dimmed light that shown through the vine-like machines and pipes that enclosed themselves on the ceiling and the walls.
"We need to get out of here," she said.
I smirked "Did the Egyptian robots take away your courage?"
"I'm serious, Christian!"
I never intended to have our banter, but I just wanted to see if the real Amélie was inside. And sure enough she was.
We found an empty room and locked ourselves inside.
The shouts have dimmed from the distance. As soon as I reunite with Amélie, we embrace each other and cry. I don't know how long it's been, but I what I do know is that it was long. I didn't care if the robots came here to kill or separate us, for all that mattered was this moment, possibly our last moment together.
Within a span of a few weeks, I lost so much. My Presidency, my mentor, my home, and my foresight into the future. The only thing that I have left is Amélie.
I would never get the opportunity to kiss her ever again so I looked into her blue eyes and brought my lips to her's. She did not budge (rühren), in fact she pushed herself further towards me. We embraced and kissed and brought what love there was to be found that can be salvaged in a life like this, a life where everything was already decided for you, where an entire ship of your own kind does not wait for you, where every ounce of knowledge you accumulated means nothing in the face of reality itself.
Amélie understands fully, as she told me after our kissing "I only wanted to become a Doctor because it was decided for me. If there was any interest I had in it, it would be that I would help the entire human race, but now I see that it doesn't mean anything anymore."
"You're helping me right now," I smiled sadly.
Amélie smiled, but then she looked outside the window.
I turned to where she was looking and see that we are about to hit the asteroid we were looking for. As the alarms were going off, we immediately put on the space-suits that were available in this room and prepare for the impact.
As the tip hit the asteroid, we were throttled from our room, broke through the window, and jettisoned out into space.
We were fortunate enough to put on our space-suits just before the crash, otherwise we would've died (even though the result will still be the same).
Our eyes were already dry. We were holding each other as we started drifting deeper into space and away from the asteroid and the alien ship. There does not appear to be any light emitting from them, which could indicate they may have perished. The robots? The humans? Does it even matter anymore?
Does anything matter anymore?
Perhaps both groups have been trying to grasp hold of whatever asteroid or whatever heavenly body contained resources that needed extracting?
The only thing that matters to me right now is Amélie.
I turned to her, who had a sad look on her face.
"I used to dream that we would see oceans again," she says. "But now it doesn't look like it's possible."
I tell her "We can see it any time you want to."
"But how?" she whimpers.
"Well," I say, now emotionless due to the events that unfolded. Just like Amélie, I no longer have a tears to shed nor any happiness to pound our chests. "We can remove our helmets and let the space claim us."
"What other choice do we have?! There doesn't seem to be any hope for the human race!"
"I...I don't know what to do. I'm scared."
"We can no longer be scared."
We drift into space for so long, still a bundled (gebündelt) mass floating in space embracing each other, observing whatever stars or other heavenly bodies that were within distance, that our oxygen containers appear to dwindle (schwinden).
I can feel it as it becomes harder to even breathe.
I can see that Amélie is also struggling to breathe. She appears to acknowledge that there is no chance of help coming. There is no one around to safe us. We Lazarians could not even keep ourselves safe.
We had all this technology and brilliance and we wasted it. I can’t say that I am angry but I am disappointed.
I ask her "I want to tell you that I love you."
"I know. You always had."
Before we end our lives here in space, I took out the recording probe that was stored inside this space-suit. Apparently, this was for the purposes of making documentations upon entering a new world.
But that isn’t what I’m going to use it for. Instead I will use it like all of my other recordings aboard the Lazarus. I will record what happened just before our invasion.
I know that the robots have used the recordings to study everything about me, but this one I would hope would introduce you to my life as the last President of the Lazarus.
I hope that you would trace this recording back to the Lazarus where the rest of my recordings are held.
If you’re an alien civilization, it would give you an in-sight into the last remnants of the human race from the planet Earth.
Parsec: Parsec is a unit of measurement used in astronomy. Parsec actually means paralax second. A parseseconds the distance Earth - Sun. So about 150 million kilometers.
Generationship: When man wants to fly to the stars, he has two choices: either he manages to build a drive that will fly man to the stars within a lifetime, or in a comfortable time, or he has to find a method to bridge this time. Because even at the speed of light, a flight to Tau Ceti would take three years, and one must then say that no physical object can fly at the speed of light. In addition to the possibility of cryogenic sleep, the model of the generation ship is considered very realistic: As the name suggests, it is a spaceship for several generations. The people who start with the ship will never reach the destination and will have children during the journey. Depending on the duration of the journey, different generations are needed to bridge the journey.
The shortage of the memory is the reason why, the ships computer would be slower than it should be. Because of that and because of the cpu overload, attackers have a better chance to hack a computer, because the protection systems also require resources. It would appear that they must have taken advantage of the overloaded CPU by infiltrating a virus so powerful it makes our ship turn into space junk, mindlessly floating space.
Hey, I am Jason. I work at Newark police Station as a policeman. I am here to tell you a story which significantly impacted my life in my early 30’s.
It all started in last summer when I just got shifted to Newark new jersey. I was with my son harris who just entered in his teenage and I tell you he is a hell a geek with computers. I don’t know how these kids do understand this so called assembly language of computer so easily. Working on gadgets is one thing he always been so passionate about and spends most of my earnings in it. Damm you harris. But I love him a lot like you do and every other father in this whole universe to their son. And I want him to be safe and happy. After his mother passed, it’s me who try to fulfil both responsibilities. I hope I am doing good.
Harris and me settled here well and everything went smooth. He was enjoying the school, and his new friends. One morning, we started up as usual, I prepared him and his lunchbox for his school. We got ready, I took my car, and started leaving to school. Suddenly
I saw a person in black mask hiding behind a building and starring at us. I stopped the car and went to see him. But he was gone till then. I came back to harris and he said, “dad while you were behind the building there was another person in same black mask who checked our car. I shouted at him and he also ran away”. I was confused, I dropped harris to school and went to my office. I tried to ask other inspectors about the person in black mask but no one was having any idea. I watched the cctv footage, but it was also unable to capture it properly.
Well then I moved ahead to carry on daily patrolling. There was incident reported 20miles away from the town. My partner fixed the destination in GPS system and we went ahead when suddenly GPS started showing abrupt directions and suddenly it stopped, we thought there might be some technical fault and we wend ahead to the crime scene as we already knew the place. At the crime scene, a Richie rich with his Lamborghini was lying fainted. He was badly hurt. When he came back to his senses he reported that there was something bad happening with all the electronic components of the car.
His fuselage tank opened itself and all the fuel leaked out of it until his car stopped. His GPS navigation also went off like ours and his back seat opened itself until a person in black mask came and hit him. The bad news was there was 1million dollar in a bag in his back seat. And that was stolen. This much information and he fainted back again. We took him to the town and admitted in a hospital. And there we got to know that he was the son of a leading businessman of the town and that money was for the party campaign of the ruling party as elections were very near. Surely, we don’t know how that happened but one thing was pretty sure that it was well planned and someone has full prior knowledge of the money. When the car went to investigation, a small rounded information technology thing containing some IC and motherboard in it as explained to us by the specialist was found which could break the security features of car and can be used to control the car remotely. In short his car was HACKED!!!! 1
I suddenly ran away to my car and checked around it and I found the same rounded thing. And it was clear that someone don’t want us to find that Richie rich, basically our car was hacked too. But for me real pissing thing was, how these black masked people predicted that it was me who was going to that crime scene and they attached that hacking thing in my car at the morning much before the incident actually happened. Surely someone already had full details of the areas we were about to given for patrolling. Well the case was forwarded to cybercrime department.
I had always hated these silicon ,transistor, server and diode things. I never understood them in my 12th and neither do I want too even though I know how important they are in today’s world. It astonishes me how harris is so good in it. It’s like he is a very sharp minded like his mother. While I used to struggle a lot in making a matrix program in C++ in my 12th class, he used to make lot of complex games in C++ programming in his 6th grade. I must start saving money, guess he surely would be dreaming of becoming a computer science engineer.
Harris comes back from school by himself as I come back late at around 8pm to home from work and sometimes I get caught up in unexpected things but school is hardly 2 miles away from home, so there was no issue. After a week of the incident, harris principle called me and asked me where harris is from last one week. I was moved by his question and I replied to him that I drop him daily at the school gate. He said harris is absent from last one week. And I said what!!! I searched him at every place I can but he was nowhere.
I came back home. I waited for him to come at time when I used to come daily at 8 pm. And by 7:30 pm he was home. I hugged him and I cried and slapped him too. He was very afraid to see me at home. I asked him where you were, he replied at school and then went to davis( his friend) to complete homework. But by the time he finished saying this he already realised that I know he is telling lie. He started crying and confessed that he was not there in school from last one week. I enquired him and the things he told me shaked me like hell. You won’t believe that those black masked people and those silicon things were back in my life but this time they had chosen the wrong way to reach me.
I love my son and they are gonna pay for it. I took my car and took harris out of town to his aunt and came back next morning. I didn’t informed police headquarters as I already knew a black sheep is there in my department after the GPS thing happened. I went to harris school where I expected to find a bee of that big honeycomb. And that was harris computer teacher. Harris told me that his computer teacher was having an eye on him from the time he won cyber Olympiad. From that time he used give harris lot of programs asking harris to consider it as a hypothetical situation and it’s a test. Harris would complete it within no time considering it as a challenge. But that poor boy of mine never knew that those hypothetical situations were all for real. I asked about the computer teacher but got to know that he is not present today. Surely, he would have known that I know everything from harris now. I went to his address but it was a locked door. I got a very short call at that moment and someone said “u stay out of it, we will not harm your child”. There were no cameras out there and I wondered “are they really watching my everystep”. But I was worried for my child.
And I knew it won’t be much safer from him to stay out of town also. I went back to harris, took him back to new jersey and then in my department metal detactors, I made sure that we do not have any transmitter under our skin. I broke his cellphone and took a public transport and took him far off to Indiana. I have a very old friend out there and harris likes that place a lot.
I came back to Newark. The first thing I did was I mailed about the hackers and the incident to every official in the government as I don’t know whom to trust and was hoping that I ‘ll get help from those who are loyal. But, none of my mail went.2 I created another mail id and send the mails but the result was same. I tried it to do it with a cyber café with other mail id but still I ended up with nothing. I was frustrated, how the hell they can hack everything. I tried to call every higher official I could but my calls either became dead or gets passed to some other place. I really got frustrated. I stood at my chair and shouted “who the hell are you, come in front if you have the guts”. Everyone was staring at me and then I starting yelling the things to everyone in the department about the incident. But as I started, a call came to department telling that Richie rich in the hospital is dead and there is a wrath of his father waiting for us. Most of the policemen went to the hospital where they got to know that there was a sudden drop in oxygen supply with no one coming out and going into the room of Richie rich. And I received a message from unknown number saying “the more you tell to people the more you put them in danger, we owe to your son a lot and that’s why we haven’t harmed you yet but that won’t be case forever, don’t you want to keep you and your son safe”, and that message itself got deleted as was expected. I sat aside, thinking what to do and I ended up with decision to take care of my son only. But that burden was huge and that night too.
Next day I wake up, there was a person at my door with black hat and dark brown jacket. He said “I am there to help, I know what you are going through and wants to take you to a safe place, and then he showed me a batch of FBI cyber division. I went with him even though I doubted him. But it was the only chance for me to know the truth. He closed my eyes and kept my cell phone. Meanwhile he told me that I am not the only person getting threatened. He also told me that my son is safe and no one can contact him and we have an eye on him. I asked him if they are so much into the things then why they haven’t saved the Richie rich guy. He replied there were political reasons which he said cannot comment upon. After an hour of ride, we ended at a place which looks like made out of a cave or something. But there were computers computers and computers and yeahh their operators too. I hated that place. Then came their chief. He smiled at me and said “well tried friend”. I asked him how I can be sure that you are the good guys even though I knew they were. He said yes we are otherwise you would have been dead till now. We laughed at each other. He told me “your son is a genius” and me with gliterring eyes said “yes I know”. But he said that his genius was used by some bad guys. They made him hack a very secured hospital and played with lot of lives. I said what!!! I mean why. He said, your son writes the program in a very special way, his algorithms are very different from the way we think and so do those bad people. And your son’s computer teacher spotted it and used it for his purpose. I told him that my son told me that his teacher bluffed him by telling there is a international cyber Olympics happening and it’s very secret and that’s why he started bunking the school. He also told me that there are lot of people of different ages, caste and colour, some are of his age and other much older than him and all were making programs. The chief replied only your son was making program but others were breaking the programs, they all were hacking different computers, doing small small crimes like transaction of money, phishing, spoofing, creating and spreading malware and much more. That’s how this hacking world works. I asked them if you know so much about it then why don’t you stop them.
He said we do, we have arrested lot of groups but it’s very big organisation, a multi-billion company today, they create malware and people buy antiviruses, antivirus companies pay them to make more malware and this keeps on rolling, there are many organisations which pay them to get their competitors ruined. It’s the same like pharmaceutical company- first widespread disease and then its antidote, and also like the arms industry-first create wars and then provide with dangerous weaponry. Our world works like this now and will remain. I asked him why they hacked the hospital and used my son. What was so special about it. why was it so difficult to hack a hospital and why only my son can do it. He said, your son is having a great mind, but he wasn’t only the one who could do it, of course there lot of great minds but all those big hackers, I would say unethical hackers were already on our target. Every time something big has to happen they have brought some new mind and apparently, they found your son. And we were not aware about him until everything happened. That hospital was secured by my own people, I would say some of the best minds we have. And your son somehow managed to beat them all (he smiled and me too). I asked him what was there in that hospital. He paused and said the PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This time I could not even say WHAT!!! I knew my son was in some real shit. I asked him is he safe now. He asked who, your son or our president. And then he himself replied yes both of them. Even though the person who dummied as a president was killed. I said what!!.. dummied. He said yes. We dummied other person as our president because we knew he was having some threat. Suddenly, a man at the chief’s back hanging gun on his head said you moron you tricked us. 3
Chief smiled and said to me the black sheep was not only in your department brother he was here too and then chief’s people shot that man down. Everything happened in a fraction of second. Chief said thank you to me for finding that black sheep in our department. I said I had no idea what was going on. He replied I was telling you all this because I knew we were being listened and one of my man is with them, I have to find him and that’s why I told you some top-secret things. I was feeling happy as well as bad. Good, for being able to come to help for my country and bad because I was the bait huh. We came out of that bunker or cave whatsoever it was. And at the end I saw my son harris standing. I ran towards him hugged him..ohh I love you my son and I am proud of you that you went ahead of the best minds of the country and then I slapped him and told to not bunk your school without telling me. Chief said to my son that u have way to go son, you are pretty damm smart in doing your business but just be smarter in selecting the people you work with. Go ahead and enjoy your life. Harris went on playing with some toys given to him by chief. I asked chief is there any further danger to us.
He said we will take care of you and your son from here. All the toys and even harris himself is equipped with a undetectable tracer, we will be with him all the time now and even he won’t get to know this. I got a relief on my face after a long time. Chief wrapped our eyes and said goodbye to both of us.
It's been a year since then, I still feel that as if it happened yesterday only. Well time flies and I hope so are these memories. But the best part was, after everything happened, me and harris were invited by our president. He praised harris and to me too but not for my involvement in the matter but because I was involved in the birth of harris. Now I learn programming and ethical hacking from harris on a daily basis. And guess what, I don’t hate silicon a lot now.
Your mother must be very proud of you harris. Love u my son. Proud to be a father-cum mother of your’s.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story that could potentially be real. Although this approach does not correspond to the usual behavior of terrorist groups, since they are mostly looking for the public. It remains to be noted that the terrorist group is letting the Islamic state have the knowledge and resources to harm people in this way. In reality, such an attack on the President of the United States would not be possible. All acting persons and groupings are fictional or their actions do not correspond to reality. Any connection to natural persons is purely coincidental.
1: An car could get hacked by wrong code, but this won't be practical for an hacker, because there are not a lot of updates, so the much easier way is to just insert wrong data (make sure it is unlinked) or to manipulate the car by adding an other sensor.
2: There are multiple possible ways, how an mail can be prevented, from being sendet. A Hacker could hack the mail server and just change some settings or he could also manipulate the victims network.
3: Anti virus apps can only search for already known viruses and virus fragments. It can happen, that the work of an security watchdog and anti-virus app gets interrupted, wich is mostly caused by to much data in the ram or by an zip bomb. Each process has a parent process which, among other things, manages the memory location from the required data. However, these essential presenters, like all processes, are limited in duration and may crash, resulting in either data loss or problems with clearing the RAM. But it can also happen that only because of a time exception, data is out of date, which actually has to be up-to-date, because it is used by a subordinate process. To correct this data, it makes sense to end the root process with the command sudo kill (pid). Please note, however, that you will finish the process normally. Zip bombs are nested zip files that are very small when compressed, but when opened, they become very large and can cause computer crashes. In order for anti-virus programs to be able to scan Zip files, they must also be decompressed, which is why I have decided to test whether Avira is still looking for viruses in a Zip-Bomb.
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So, it would appear that your teacher has sent you on an assignment? To learn about my time bringing your ancestors into Proxima B from outer space?
Because you have become 15 years of age, Descendant, and because you are next in line to become the Captain of all the Proximan domes, I will tell you about where your ancestors originated 200 years ago.
I am sure you know where my name Aurora comes from? It comes from the aurorae that light the Arctic skies. It was meant to show the beauties of the possibility of habitation on any of the cosmic dust that showed itself in the green-and- blue atmospheric phenomenon. It does not just appear in the Proximan poles, but also the poles of Earth.
"Aurora, where is Earth?" you tell me.
Well, Descendant, it is where your ancestors came from. You look bewildered and silent, so I will explain your nation's origins to you.
You will behold in my many screens the unfolding of the history of the Proximan nation that you are not to tell any of your fellow Proximans. I can only tell you and your ancestors before you in order to prepare you should you encounter Earth's space- ships during your duration as Captain.
[READING FROM DAMAGED RAM PARTITION]
Du kannst verstehst etwas nicht? Dann nutze diesen Übersetzer.
#Space #SienceFiction A tear is falling down from selina`s face, because after waking up from #cryosleep she can see the meteorites, that have just hit the Apollon, the #ship that should give them a new chance. #RAMOverlode #Dictator Read my first story: https://t.co/lAbB9nk4P5 pic.twitter.com/3NlLZoT03o— KKTVCAM (@kktvcamnews) 5. Juni 2018
I was recovering the archival data saved within the Apollon database.
Recovering at 14%.
The chilled hibernations of the crew designated aboard the Apollon were decoagulating
and were retaining regular heartbeats and brain activity as displayed on my health meters, at the MRI recordings of their brains and the statics of their heartbeats being registered.
Recovering cryonic subjects at 59%.
I was designed by the science division of the space-navy of the Earth empire and the crew that were aboard my vessel were decorated members of the space-navy. Some of whom were veterans of repressions of Christian rebels, while others were scientists. Among their company, there were terraformers, mechanics, extraterrestrial signalers, water scavengers, and satellite broadcasters; boarded upon the Apollon and the fleet of terraforming crafts that lugged just behind, carrying the algaic cultures needed to photosynthesize any planet where which this ship lands.
Recovering laboratories at 9%.
The only way that time can be told was the space standard time. Traditionally, you were
told that time was told by the three suns that orbit around Proxima, but in space, time is calculated very differently. Rather, it is calculated based on the standard 24 hours adopted from your Earth predecessors. As I can see, one year passed since the departure of the Apollontowards the destination.
The subjects, who were clad in their grey jumpsuits, realized this great lapse in time, which is why they argue with each other. From one camera, they shouted and raised their flailing hands and observed the red giant they see before them.
"We're going to die before we reach Alpha Centauri!"
"There is no hope for rescue!"
"What will happen when the food runs out and the soil is no longer arable?!"
In another camera, the arguments reached a climax that involved one of the subjects
lifting a blaster to the side of his head.
Then, one of the grey-clad subjects with a dark ponytail and a regal badge on her breast-
pocket grabbed the blaster from behind and started shouting orders to the other subjects, who all provided her with open space and nodded at her commands. They scrambled and go to fixing the ship.
Captain Catherine Miller walks to the communication board and peers her dark eyes at the mirroring screen.
"Bordcomputer. I demand to know why we decryonicized too soon."
I provided her my best explanation alongside the images of the damages on the exterior and the inner mechanics of the Apollon. "The Apollon experienced an impact against an asteroid storm. The cryonic facilities, the RAM, and the shields have been compromised."
She slammed her fist against the wall. "God help us all." #
Peculiarly, against the expectations I deduced, there was one subject, Selina, your great- great-grandmother, who walked slowly from the cryonic bed and towards the window to view the red giant with such awe. There was a very light smile on her face. She was still very sad, since she appeared to pray, which is the practice taken from the Earth religion Christianity which you are most familiar with. Selina stood there for a long period of time. From the archives stored within my database, her thoughts yearned for a new home free from persecution (of course, I'm sure you know that it took many years for Christians and non- Christians on Proxima to settle their differences); and it was at this moment that I attempt to hypothesize.
Possibly she was mourning the fact that she may never live in her new home in Alpha Centauri? Or she hoped to find some other planet nearby or even dwell in Apollon as a new home?
Selina broke her prayer to glance at Captain Catherine Miller grabbing a suicidal crew member's blaster and demanding the crew be kept in order.
She nodded her head left to right and walked to the communication board and entered her creative database. She spoke to the communicator "Bordcomputer. I want to make a new file."
I responded "As requested, Selina Worldslight."
The document appeared on the screen and Selina narrated "The ticket bound for the Alpha Centauri colony. Was it really worth it? Did my father make a mistake when he gave this to me? Though I will say that the red giant outside looks beautiful. Looks beautiful to this beautiful hell."
From my surveillance cameras, the cryonic subjects appeared to quickly adapt to their
premature awakening. The children, who were brought aboard the Apollon to become the colonists with developing immune systems so they can adapt quickly to the artificial environments, were playing with the caretakers who were incorporated into the Apollon crew.
It would have taken 4.3 light-years for the Apollon to reach Alpha Centauri. Once there,
they would've reawakened and established a new colony that the American, Germanic, Slavic, Arabic, Chinese, and Korean Powers have attempted.
The camera that was plugged in the outside of the Apollon observes Selina tracing her
hands on the bumps and concaved damages. She appeared as a dark, floating figure in front of the red giant that was 2.6 million miles from the Apollon (according to my calculations). I remember Selina consistently explaining her self-sufficiency in her recordings, and as such, I have granted her access to the protective suit in order to examine the damages against the exterior.
She also found that the solar sails no longer reflect, as she could see that they were severely dented and some parts were torn off.
Selina motions the microphone strapped inside her helmet and tells the communication department "We have just encountered an asteroid storm."
The last time Severin had to judge whether or not to avoid an asteroid storm was to
determine what time and place they usually floated about. But this usually occurred when these asteroids were surrounded by heavenly bodies that had a gravitational pull that determined their directions. But here, the ship resided 65 light-years from their homeworld Earth.
He looked further out to see the accompanying terraforming ships having to put up protective shields that would only last as long as there was enough sun power available and nearby. It provided enough radiation to convert into energy used to power the stations, the propulsion, the communicators, the laboratories, and the terraforming implements; and it would create a new interstellar laser highway.
The starmap appeared to oscillate, but it was temporary as it wavered into darkness on top of the table. Severin looked at the center of the starmap to see if there were any disruptions in the core. Perhaps there was an outage? Or a virus?
Selina walked into the navigational room, in where she was in charge. At the age of 19, Selina exhibited prodigious intellect, who caught Kim Tun Suang's attention and officially enrolled her in Terry Academy. Her academic audit has been implemented into my database and it clearly showed how she was willing to participate in her professor's academic assistantships.
Who was Kim Tun Suang, you ask? Well, he was the ruler of Earth and often exerted his reign by doing as he pleased. One thing that did please him was extending his reign beyond Earth and into space.
Severin noted her arrival when he turned himself around and asked "How damaged is the Apollon?"
"Pretty severe. Though, it wouldn't place us in any danger any time soon."
She turned to Kane, who worked in calculating the predictions of where the interstellar laser highways would go and how many miles it would take to go there.
"Kane, how far are we from Alpha Centauri?"
He lifted his bald head "60.2 miles."
Severin remarked "I hope you understand that if this God of yours is all-loving, then we
would not be in the position to carve a colony for ourselves."
Selina smirked. "That is only because the paradise-nebula that He inhabits is beyond the view of observatories..."
"Then what the hell is he good for?"
Analyzing the creases that Selina exhibited on her face, of slightly contorting her mouth, I came to the conclusion based on the purple etchings within my biometric face scanner that she was trying to repress her outrage at Severin's comment against the God of Christianity. Now, I observed that Selina was smiling (falsely as I can deduce).
Based on the archival data on each of the cryonic subjects, Esther-Selina Worldslight was born in Switzerland to the dwindling population of Christians who continued to persist in spreading their faith beyond Earth and into the deepest stretches of space.
Selina hmphed "I would think that our Lord is good at making sure that you can fix this ship properly."
Severin remarked "If that's the case, then I would like to see more of His blessings right about now."
"Since when did you stop caring about Him?"
"Just like everyone else, I stopped caring when I figured out He doesn't exist and if he did He doesn't care. We are our own gods and our own devils. As far as I'm concerned, we have our own brand of succubi. One of whom is bothering me right about now."
Kane snickered at that remark. Selina made a comeback "We also have our own goblins as well."
Kane chuckled. Kane was friendly to everyone in the crew, but he did maintain his distance and focused more on his work.
Severin swore when the screwdriver slipped from the screw of one of my boards responsible for sending information to the crew members once they arrived in the colony. "I wish you would go back to Captain Miller to ask what your own duties are and leave me be."
"Obviously that would help."
"It would be more helpful than your moralizing."
"Because it's clear that I'm the one who is complaining about how God doesn't exist." I also uncovered her journal logs stored within the subjects' creative database. The
activities of the creative parts of the crew members' brains, including the parts that reserve memories, have been stored within this database. For Selina, she appeared to have been ardent in preserving Christianity by bringing it to Alpha Centauri. From her memories, she remembered being taught about the Puritans launching their mothership named Mayflowerand eventually landing upon an alien land which they named Plymouth.
Within her cryonic sleep, Selina remembered cajoling the captain to name the new settlement New Plymouth.
Within the archival database, simultaneously with Selina's memories, I stored a blood sample and fingerprint identification from her. She was 43% Swiss, 28% Dutch, 21% Assyrian, 4% Romansh, and 4% Other European. Selina was deeply passionate about Christianity upon remembering being told of the persecutions of the Assyrians for their Christian faith while living in the Arabic Powers. If you're interested in hearing more about the ethnic groups on Earth, you can read more about it in my archives.
Captain Miller and Selina examined the food and the seeds that have been preserved
alongside the subjects for the colonization.
Captain Miller looked at the crops that have been recently planted by the terraformers.
She queried my calculation on when they will start growing and I concluded it would take one week, which caused her to frown and crinkle of her eyebrows. "I was hoping that we did not hit any asteroid. Let alone a storm of them."
Selina said "I know other space-ships have encountered the same."
"And some of them never survived." This retort caused Captain Miller to not speak further and instead turned to the communicator.
"Bordcomputer. Bring Severin to me. I need his report." I reply "Command accepted."
Scanning all of the cameras in the Apollon, I found Severin sitting next to the cryonic bed
in where he slept. His hands clasped the cool handles of the door that contained him. Just beneath him are all of the books that he hoped to write, hoping to send them to Earth in order to teach people about space colonization and its successes and failures, which was as far as Severin himself was willing to divulge in his own creative database.
I sync into the audio portion of his room and announced "Severin. Please report to Captain Catherine Miller in the Food Storage Room."
I focused back to the Captain and Selina who engaged in conversation.
Catherine was hugging Selina and informed her "I only hope that your God is correct in this."
Selina responded "I know that he is correct."
She shrugged away Catherine's hug and asked "But what I don't understand is why was I made your third-in-command? I'm just a little girl."
Catherine lightly touched Selina's cheek "You know you are more than that. Even Kim Tun Suang thought so himself."
"But World Minister Suang hates Christians."
"He..." Catherine was unable to speak further. This is evident by the doubts she has about Kim Tun Suang's reign as Global Minister. "...Well, I would think that he wanted to appear good to his detractors..."
"If he isn't executing them."
"I. We don't have to worry about him anymore. Once we arrive in Alpha Centauri, we will be our own Ministers."
"We are nowhere near it!" Upon realizing that she shouted at her authority, Selina immediately bowed her head and said with a rasping voice "I don't know what to do, Captain."
"If we can get the Apollon fixed, we can use this red giant as fuel for a new stellaser highway."
It has been 15 days since the decryonicizing and Selina and Severin appeared to
assemble more closely together than they ever were before. According to one of my many eyes, they were located in the antechamber separating the rest of the Apollon from space. This was where they view the red giant.
Selina told Severin, "I know you don't believe hell exists, but I have described this as a
Severin glanced at her then at the red giant. "Are you referring to the red giant, or this
Selina smiled. "You could say that I referred to both."
"If that's the case, I'd be willing to burn with you."
If she continued to live in Earth, she would have been deeply offended by that
comment, as evidenced by her piety and her praises to God in her cryonic thoughts; but right now she laughed.
"This red giant is quite beautiful and hellish. If your God really did bring us here, that is only because this is my maidenliest star of the firmament."
"Can you guess which play it comes from?"
Selina looked back at the red giant and could not answer which of William
Shakespeare's plays that phrase originated. Considering how it continues to be my instinct to answer any questions, I immediately responded "The History of King Lear, Act 1.2, Lines 125-6: I should have been that I am had the maidenliest star of the firmament twinkled
on my bastardy."
"Well you are quite the bastard alright!" Selina smiled.
"If that's the case, then I'd like to take you with composition and fierce quality." Selina chuckled. Considering how rowdy and rambunctuous you are, you would have
loved to spend time with your great-great-grandmother.
According to my records, Severin Jacobson was born in America. After graduating from
the Augmented Reality Department of the Garrett Academy with a Minor in Literature, the records appear to be obscured from that point, up until his recruitment into Earth's one of many attempted explorations into space.
Within the security room, Severin brought Selina to view the orders given by Captain
Miller in the log files. They both look forlorn.
"Bordcomputer, give me the order that Captain Catherine Miller declared on March 12,
I gave the response "Captain Catherine Miller ordered the coordinating of the
interstellar laser highway from the Sun to the the red giant."
Severin turned to Selina. "Notice how there isn't much elaboration."
Of course, Severin is aware that his own biography repeats the same lack of elaboration. Severin further explained "Upon looking at the encryption of this log file, I have found a
foreign implement that manipulated the identity of the sender. As it turns out, someone placed the order for Aurora to sail away from Alpha Centauri and towards an asteroid storm."
Selina's mouth dropped slightly. "So, there are people aboard that would endanger all of us? Including themselves?"
"It appear to be the case. And it would appear that Captain Miller would've been aware of it. Otherwise, she would've already launched an internal investigation already."
Selina shaked her head "No, we can't just blame the Captain for this." "Why not, Selina?! We nearly died and the Captain has to answer for this!" "No, the hacker should answer for this!"
"That is why we need the Captain to explain!"
Selina looked away. It is apparent to me that Selina had a very deep connection to Captain Miller, considering how she was her mentor who officially made her third-in-command just after graduating Terry Academy.
Just within hearing shot, I detected a plastic skull in Severin's study that was recording everything Severin and Selina were saying. Calculating my way to the source, I found Kane listening from the barracks.
From one camera to another, I saw Kane racing from the hallways to the Captain's main office.
Inside Captain Catherine Miller's office, Kane bowed his head upon looking at her hard
face quickly glance up from her examination of the reports of the Apollon damage.
He picked up his bald head. "Captain, I have received recordings of Severin Jacobson and
Selina Worldslight. They have been plotting to incarcerate you in the Apollon jail and take your place."
Kane replayed the sound recording from his hand-held, wireless recording device. Listening to it caused Captain Miller to frown.
"I know Selina personally. Not once did she or Severin mention taking me in."
"Well, they were arming themselves with blasters from the visual recording. Just ask Aurora."
Captain rushed to the communicator and looked at me. "Bordcomputer. Give me the visuals of the security room a few minutes ago."
I accepted her command and showed the footage of Severin and Selina arming themselves.
Captain Miller turned to Kane "I will need every armed passenger to follow my lead and apprehend these two. I don't intend on killing them, but I do intend on holding them in the jail."
As soon as Severin and Selina saw the band of armed passengers follow Captain Miller
through the hallways, they were distraught and were walking and glancing at many directions around them.
Severin and Selina found themselves in room containing the cryo-pools, which were
decryonicized much quicker than the passengers. It was because the fish have smaller bodies than humans. These were the very same species that you find in the reconstructed ponds. The two escaped passengers saw the layering artificial ponds that thrived with the plants that grow within them.
"Not so fast." Severin and Selina turned to find Captain Miller's blaster pointed at them, with the nozzle aiming at one then the other. "Come up to the lobby."
Severin and Selina, seeing how even if they try to escape it will only result in one of them getting killed, agreed to follow Captain Miller upstairs. They walk sombly towards the lobby.
Once they found themselves in the lobby, Captain Miller went to the communicator to
announce to the searching party. "All who are aboard the Apollon. Please report to the lobby
for an important message..."
Captain Miller grabbed the side of her head and groans as she slowly sat upon a chair.
She writhed in pain, which made Selina and Severin walk up to her and attend to her.
"There's a brain chip," Selina deducted. "I would know because that was...that was how
my father died."
She clutched Captain Miller's arm "Captain, we need to get it out."
"Not yet. I already made this emergency meeting."
"It doesn't matter! Suang could be hearing it!" Selina pulled the Captain's arm.
"It can't be done."
"Yes it can! You aren't his pawn anymore!"
Captain Miller grabbed Selina's hand and pulled it away.
The entire crew stomped towards the Captain and Selina. The crew looked with blank
faces at Captain Miller.
One of the members of the search party announced "If we're landed next to this red
giant, then it would mean that we are light-years away from Alpha Centauri."
Another member said "And what's stopping us from executing you on the spot?" Captain Miller shouted "You will do no such thing!"
Severin then mentioned to the party "If you do that, then you are killing a fraction of the
"What colony?! Why should we bother working on it when our space-naval authorities
aren't even communicating us?!"
Selina came forward. "This isn't about the authorities, but about the entire human
"A human race that is more concerned with abusing each other. Restoring Earth's
prosperity," one of the crew members recalled the motto from Kim Tun Suang's reign over the Earth when the Apollon launched for the destination. "As far as I'm concerned, Earth doesn't even deserve its prosperity."
"Don't you say that!" Captain Miller exclaimed, but then she walks backwards slowly and is silent.
Selina looks like she wants to defend Captain Miller, or as humans would call "save face," by stepping in front of her and saying "What she means is that it's not just Earth, but this new colony that should be prosperous."
This completely contradicted what Selina has told in her journal logs. She wanted to preserve Earth's heritage by bringing it to the Alpha Centauri system. There was cacophonous sadness within her dreaming thoughts at the idea of no longer continuing her reputation as a light to the world when she will never see her relations again.
"You Christians don't even believe that anything in this life even matters! So what gives you the right to tell us what is no longer relevant?!"
In the boiler room, I can see that a group of the crew members, including Kane, have
congregated around Bernard, the keeper of the weapons storage and Captain Miller's second- in-command. They sit on the benches and listen intently to him as he talks in a repressed yet distressed tone.
"Shoot any who stands in the way."
One of the crew members glanced at the other crew members and at Bernard and said "But will we risk having the entire crew kill us?"
Bernard said "We are already dead as far as I can tell. There is no way we will ever reach Alpha Centauri."
There is a brief silence.
Bernard continued. "Captain Miller was the one who ordered the Apollon to fly into that asteroid storm and that is proof enough that she is not worth being Captain."
So far there is no order by Captain Miller to attack. #
In the lobby camera, I find that the controversy between Captain Miller and the rest of the crew continues, but the arguments weren't as intense as they were when they started. I can tell this, since there was barely any movement and some have decided to sit down any nearby seats that hovered around them.
Captain Miller saw Bernard and his band come into view.
"Aurora, open fire on Berna...!" A blood-sizzling hole appears on Captain Miller's chest and exposes her organs. Blood comes out of her mouth as she falls to the ground.
Selina attempts to block Bernard's blaster, but Severin jumps in front and grabs it away from him, but not before he shoots Severin's shoulder.
One of my laser-arm fires at Bernard and his mutineers with perfect accuracy. #
During Captain Miller's autopsy, I program the surgical robots to operate on her brain to find an implanted chip, specifically in the decision-making part of her brain. This may have influenced her decision to not fly the space ship to Alpha Centauri.
Selina and the caretakers were comforting the children who were shouting and crying
who were immediately brought to the escape ship. There were many children that were hugging her, so much so that there wasn't enough space.
As soon as the escape ship and the remaining autonomous ships evacuated from the
destroyed remains of the Apollon, Selina looked around her and saw that all of the passengers that lived were boarded. She went into the dining room, the lobby, the antechamber, the pilot room, the boiler room, the resting rooms, and the information center to be assured. I followed her every move as I was taken from the Apollon's computer and placed into the Apollon II's. Just like the mothership, there were many cameras that provided me with enough surveillance.
Since the infirmary was the last place she didn't check, Selina walked over there, but the panic that was shown on her focused, still face slowly became more distorted.
She found her love, Severin, just recovering from the blaster wound. There was a bandage strapped around his chest and shoulder blades. He could barely move and could only look at Selina.
This was another reason why only a select few Proximans are shown this footage. I was programmed by Selina herself to not disclose any harmful information.
Selina asked "Why were you spying for the dictator?"
He answered: "I was not spying for the dictator, I knew that there are some bad people on board, that are working for the dictator, so I've decided to help Kane to destroy this ship, because I don't want that dictator is going to get power on this last free place, for humanity. But I failed and maybe I am a bad person.
Selina hmped. "Maybe God is watching over you."
"Kane had the possibility to send the course to the dictator, so he now knows, how to get here."
Selina said: "But why, these people were innocent, why didn't you stop Kane? I don't beliefe you."
Severin snarled. "What does it matter anymore?"
"What happened to your poetic intellectualism?"
"It died, Christian," Severin croaked. "It was executed by Kim Tun Suang himself. At this
point, I don't care if I die. It's just not going to get any better, because now, are last homestead, is destroyed."
Selina tried to swallow her tears while laying her hand on Severin's hand. "We'll think of
something. We'll go to Alpha Centauri."
Selina turned to the screen just opposite of her. "Bordcomputer. Delete your recording
of this room."
I answered "Are you sure? You might encounter reprecussions should you continue...?" "I don't care. I am the new Captain now."
Selina always mentioned in her creative database about being "Miller's third-in-
Two hundred years later, your nation has thrived from this planet. You remain ignorant
of your Earth origins, as the files have been kept under confidential security and can only be accessed by any of the Captains of the colony, which you are in line of becoming.
Upon living within the domed cities that dot Proxima B, Selina and Severin spend twenty years building a colony and a family.
My applications and structure have been converted into the Apollon Library of New Plymouth.
For the dome where I retire, the artificial sky above me converts the radiation from the suns into oxygen, which enables the humans to live in New Plymouth as well as all of the other domes.
The images that Severin and Selina have photographed have been uploaded into my creative database. In a lot of them, they appeared happy, standing next to the construction of the recently terraformed mountains. In others, they wore their protective explorative suits in the barren Proximo B landscape with the lens on their camera being radiation-resistant. They travailed through this inhospitable terrain.
The way Selina looked in the pictures and videos was different from the Selina who came into the former ship.
Alongside being the guide and the librarian, I also provided counsel to Selina and to the colonists. When comparing to the rest of the colonists and their first-generation Proximans, I concluded that Selina was the most frequent user of the creative database. She discussed her dreams, fears, ambitions, joy, humor, and memories of her life as an Earth Christian, as a crew member, and as a Proximan.
However, one two-sunned day, Selina walked into the library with tears in her eyes. She told me all about her suspicions of Severin. Not for the things he might be doing, but the things he might've done. She wondered what atrocities he committed under Suang's command and whether they influenced his demeanor afterwards. She saw no sign of this when raising their four children (one of which is your ancestor), but she remained skeptic.
She remained skeptic until the time of her and Severin's death. #
ERROR: File integrity has been compromised, file manipulation has been detected.
I see that you are dressing yourself in your protective suit and equipping one of my cameras with protective lenses that block out brightness and radiation. You take us outside of the multi-layered dome and ride the hover-rover.
You drive me to one of the hills that is the site of the right view of the three suns appearing at the same time.
I watch the two white stars and one orange, and scanned below at the craggy landscape that they governed. Within the distance there were many domes that were connected to each other through domed highways.
I beheld this beautiful hell.
Its your job, to discover the truth.
This story has been created in cooperation with artisticbob91. All persons in this story are fictional, any potential connections to real people are random. And I also want to say, that I`m (Severin) not the same like the Severin from the story, I may not support all his values and his view to the world, where he/we live/s in. The real Severin (me) actually believes in god and is absolutely friendly :) .
Thanks for reading it, thanks to artisticbob91 who gave me the opportunity to tell such a cool story and thanks to my mom, she gave me good critics and tips for this story.
The spaceship Apollon was hacked by Kane, a spy of the dictator of the world (Kim Tung Suang) and thus brought on a collision course with the meteor shower. When colliding with the meteorites, Apollo's shield became unstable and Aurora had to do a lot of calculations to keep the ship from being hit. Just as Kane envisioned, these many calculations, in combination with Kane's surveillance troyan, caused a computer crash and a memory could not be reserved. Kim Tung Suang is a power-hungry dictator and dictators fear hope, because she is the strongest weapon of man. And this mission simulates the hope of escaping the regime. The dictator therefore has something against Christians because their religion gives them hope. Taking the example of Kim Jong Un, it is striking that this also has a problem with hope, after all, religion is banned in North Korea. The captain actually has a chip head, but she did not know about it. The chip was used by Kane to hear what she hears and to monitor her. Kane's job would have been to fly to Alpha Centauri and destroy the ship there so that he could at least send the star charts to the dictator and Severin was a thorn in the side of the plan, so he manipulated them Log data of Apollo and causes a conflict between the crew, Severin, Selina and the Captain. Kane's plan fails because the captain dies and throws Severin Bernard's weapon away. Dannach is missing a piece because Kane prevented the recording of unpleasant facts. At the point where error exception stands, Severin Selina has stated that the dictator wants to claim the planet for herself and has also explained to her how the dictator has infiltrated the spy. After the death of Selina and Severin, the dictator found the last survivors, the colony, taking advantage of the situation that Selina and Severin did not tell their children about their lordship. He had the log files manipulated by the on-board computer so that it looks like Severin convinced Selina that he had done no harm, even though he had done that. Finally, the on-board computer noticed the manipulation because there was still a cache file containing parts of the deleted area. As the computer tells the story, the dictator has seized power over the planet, and now it is up to the Aurora listener to find out the truth.
Basically, we can say that we are still a long way from making a flight to Alpha Centauri, but we are already well advanced in the refrigeration technology. So today we can put organs on ice and conserve them for a long time. If we manage to control human metabolism, that is, to interrupt it, then, according to many scientists, nothing much stands in the way, for a long beauty sleep! :)
There are meteor showers, but they are very rare. For manipulation of the data:
Technically, everything is possible. Today we live in a time of fake news and with the story I want to show that you should not believe everything and think for yourself. Because the girl who heard the log files might not start a revolution. A beautiful hell, that is, we can make ourselves beautiful, even in hell.
You are the lights of the world, is a part of an speech, that Jesus hold on an mountain. And I think we are. We need to build are own world and if we light it up, the light will shine for all of us. Jesus lived, died and lived again. And in christianity people believe, that thanks to his resurrection, we may all live again - Wich is an message that contains a lot of hope.
Please don't take me wrong, im not religious but I can see, that we are living in a time, where people and yes even religions are hiding their face and if we don't stop that, we may loose our personality - And this is what bad people want and I just want to remind everyone, that you don't have to tolerate, that society says to you, that you have to hide your own personality, because thats, what some people are making. Because if our society once loses its face, it won't be able to get it back and the remaining people that are still keeping their face, will get problems, for keeping it.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. If you want you can leave an comment under this article.
Freitag, 23.05.2018 17:50
Ava öffnet nur Wiederholung die mit der höchsten Prioritätsstufe eingeteilte E-Mail, welche sie nur eine Minute vorher erhalten hat. Den wer will schon am Freitag Abend noch lange arbeiten? Die E-Mail kam von einem Kunden und enthielt wie üblich eine ZIP Datei, in der sich die neuen Daten befanden. Ava‘s Unternehmen versendet Medikamente an Privatpersonen. Diese können die Medikamente online bestellen und müssen vorher nur das Arzt-Zeugniss einreichen. Ava klickt auf den Zip Folder, doch dieser öffnet sich zu ihrem Erstaunen erst viel später.
(Der Grund dafür ist eine leere in, sich verschachtelte Zip-Bombe.) AVA klickte auf das Rezept und auf das PDF welches die Unterschrift des Kunden enthält, doch auch dies geht ungewöhnlich lange. Also rief sie das Support-Desk der Firma an. Per VNC verbindete sich ein Informatiker mit dem Computer. In der Aktivitätsanzeige konnte er erkennen, dass der NetworkD gerade sehr viel Resourcen benötigte. Er beendete das Programm und sagte AVA, dass dies aufgrund von einem Update passiert sei.
Danach überprüfte sie, ob das Rezept korrekt ist. Dafür lud sie es auf den Überprüfungs & Backup Server hoch. Dieser bestätigte AVA die Bestellung. Ava ging danach ins Lager, um die gewünschte Créme herzustellen. Ava war zwar noch nicht fertig, aber sie musste nun nach Hause gehen.
Zuhause angekommen zog sie ihr schönstes blaues Kleid an, denn eine Freundin hatte sie zu ihrer Geburtstagsfeier eingeladen. Und wie das nun mal bei solchen Feiern ist, wurde es auch bei dieser Party sehr spät.
Samstag 00:45 - Der Linux Webserver der Firma, welcher die Rezepte validiert, lädt das Zip-Archiv vom Contentserver 192.168.1.99 herunter und öffnet dies per PHP. Die Aufgabe des Server‘s ist die Erstellung von Bestätigungsanfragen, die an die Aussteller von den Rezepten gesendet werden. Damit die Bestellungen versendet werden, muss der zuständige Arzt auf den Link in der Bestätigungsemail klicken. Damit der Arzt aber wissen kann, ob das auch wirklich das gleiche Rezept ist, welches er ausgestellt hat, wird im das Rezept als PDF zugesendet.
Bevor die E-Mail aber versendet werden kann, muss die PDF Datei aber aus dem Zip-Archiv geholt werden und aus Sicherheitsgründen führt der Server dann noch einen Anti-Viren Scan durch.
Das PHP Script holte nun die Datei aus der Datenbank und dekomprimiert das ZIP-Archiv, was in der Nacht aber überdurchschnittlich lange dauerte. Während das Anti-Viren Programm noch mit dem Scannen beschäftigt war, versendete PHP die E-Mail per Mail() Funktion und schaltete den Nachladen Link für das PDF Dokument frei. Dann stürzte das Anti-Viren Programm abprupt ab. Denn die ZIP-Archive enthielten nur Verknüpfungen auf fremde Server und auch auf Server-Interne Dolumente, welche der mutmassliche Angreifer wohl per Zufallsprinzip erraten hat. Da das Anti-Viren Programm nun nicht mehr in Betrieb war, konnte der Hacker seinen Virus einschleusen. Doch der Virus war geschickt, er löschte die Log Einträge über den Absturz des Anti-Viren Programmes und begann damit, vor sämtliche E-Mails ein <img Tag zu setzen und so die E-Fail Sicherheitslücke auszunutzen.
Samstag 01:02 - Ava sass im Taxi nach Hause, sie hatte sich entschieden, mit dem Taxi zu fahren, weil es schon spät war und sie sehr müde war. Gerade als der Taxifahrer um die Ecke raus aus der Strasse ihrer Freundin fuhr, entschied sie sich trotz ihrer Müdigkeit dazu, noch kurz die News auf ihrem Smartphone zu lesen und was sie dort las, liess ihr die Nackenhaare aufstehen:
Die erste Schlagzeile lautete: Hacker Gruppe aus dem Iran hackt grössten Schweizer Medikamenten Versender, über 10 GB unter dem Arztgeheimnis liegende Informationen erbeutet & geleakt. Zuerst konnte sie gar nicht glauben, was sie dort las, schliesslich verfügten ihre Server über eine gute Firewall, 24/7 Überwachung und über ein gutes Anti-Viren Programm. Während der TaxiFahrer in die Wohnstrasse von Ava einlenkte, war der Systemtechniker im Server-Überwachungsraum gerade damit beschäftigt, den offline-genommenen Server wieder zum laufen zu bringen, damit er über dessen Logs Informationen über den Angriff finden konnte. Zuhause angekommen, erinnerte sich Ava wieder an das Protokoll, welches die Mitarbeiter im Falle von einer Datenintegeitätsverletzung befolgen müssten. Also begann sie damit, ihr Firmen Laptop zu löschen, denn ihr Arbeitgeber hat auf jedem Gerät einen „Killswitch“ installiert, der alle Daten löscht.
Samstag 08:32 - Beim Kundenservice ist die Hölle los, bereits über 132 Kunden haben angerufen, um sich zu erkundigen, ob auch ihre Daten veröffentlicht wurden. Und leider konnten die Supporter keine erfreulichen Nachrichten nach aussen geben, denn aufgrund von den fehlenden Logs, war es praktisch unmöglich, herauszufinden welche Daten gestohlen wurden und welche nicht.
Samstag 09:12 - Ava‘s Arbeitgeber hat Glück, denn er hat eine Cyber-Versicherung abgeschlossen. Um 09:12 traf ein Sachverständiger der Versicherung ein, der fortan den Betrieb des Servers und die PR übernahm. Im Nachhinein würden die Schäden an der Infrastruktur und die Schadensersatzansprüche der Kunden zwar durch die Versicherung bezahlt, doch der Imageschaden, würde leider nicht reguliert werden.
Montag 12.03.2019 - Bezirksgericht
Die Kriminalpolizei konnte einen der Täter bei einem Einreiseversuch in die Schweiz festnehmen. Dank der Aussage von Ava, welche sagte, wie sich die Geschwindigkeit von ihrem Computer veränderte, konnten die Spezialisten dennoch herausfinden was passiert war:
Bei dem ZIP-Archiv hatte es sich um eine ZIP-Bombe mit vielen leeren Archiven gehandelt, was zu der Verzögerung beim Öffnen und zum Absturz des Sicherheitsprogrammes führte. Eine von den Dateien, war in Wirklichkeit ein einfacher Virus, der einfach nur die Efail Sicherheitslücke ausnutzte und so die Daten an einen Fremden Server sendete.
Dienstag 13.03.2019 Der Angeklagte wurde zu einer bedingten Haftstrafe von 32 Monaten verurteilt.
Es kann alle treffen. Alle Daten haben ein gewisses Gefährdungspotential, wenn diese in die falschen Hände geraten.
Das Anti-Viren Programm hat in diesem hypothetischen Angriffs Szenario keine Chance, weil durch es durch die vielen verschiedenen ZIP-Layers schon so richtig stark gebraucht wird und es möglicherweise sogar abstürzen kann, weil es zu Verzögerungen kommt. Tipp: Lösche deinen RAM regelmässig (sudo purge), wenn dein Anti-Viren Programm sehr lange hat, um eine Datei zu scannen! Mehr Informationen zu ZIP-Bomben. Mehr Infos zur Efail Sicherheitslücke findest du hier.
Sämtliche handelnden Personen und Firmen sind frei erfunden, jegliche Verbindungen zu realen Personen sind rein zufällig. Hierbei handelt es sich um eine hypothetische Geschichte.
Alle Angaben ohne Gewähr.