<h26>Hack yourself</h26>
it looks like someone was killed in my bathroom. Red splashes lay across the
floor, line across the tiles on the wall, the door. It flows in streams
down the sink and already drying on the taps. The bloodied injection lies
at the sink's drain. It looks like there's still a piece of meat on it
stuck.
"What did you do, Plank?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "I saw the stuff lying on the table and thought it was
pretty cool, I have to try it."
"Then you pressed a flippant needle into your hand and planted a transponder in your
body?"
"What kind of thing is that?"
"Seriously, dude? You're smoked, huh?" I don't even have to wait for the answer
not. "What will Lisa say? And her father? He will kill you. Jissie, Plank. You're
not stupid. Want to throw everything away? And now... now this thing? Know
you what you caught?"
Plank merely stared at me. "Are you going to keep raving with me, Dad, or are you going to
help me?"
I just slapped him on the back of the head. "Sit on the tub's edge that I go to
your hand can look."
Sheepishly, he makes as I say. I take his hand, wipe the blood with a
clean piece of cotton wool away. "You're like flippant Hannibal the Cannibal.
Gone. No wonder my place is so full of blood. I hope not the wound
does not become septic. You have cleaned the skin before using the transponder
put in, huh?"
No answer. I look at the rest of the Dangerous Things package.
There lay the two packs of alcohol rags. "I reckon that's a no then."
"Sorry," Plank says.
I just slap him again. "It's your hand that's going to rot off, not mine."
"Is it going to rot?"
,"I don't know." I take a good look at the wound, but now it's not like I'm a
doctor is who will know about such things. My medical knowledge goes so far
such as treating mild rugby injuries and broken toes and knees
who took care of my mother with Dettol and a patch.
"It's not like it's entirely my fault," Plank says innocently. "What
are you making in any case with the transponder?"
"Xander wanted me to have the thing implanted in my hand, you stupid
fool," I explain as I disinfect his wound as best I can and
Connect. He doesn't even say ouch or eina or anything. Maybe he can't straight
don't think with the marijuana in his body. While working, I quickly looked up once.
Plank grinned. "You're totally on a plug, you know?"
"Yep."
"Flippit, I should never have given you an apartment key." I
Make sure the stretch bandage sits firmly. "What are we going to do now?"
"We can have the transponder taken out," Plank suggests.
"Where? At a hospital? And then we explain it to them?"
"We say we made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes."
"Not your mistakes." I get up, take off the plastic gloves, wash
my hands. "What am I going to say to Xander?"
"Nothing. He didn't need to know. We're just winging it."
I sighed. "I don't even know why I had to implant the thing yet."
"Because that dude is sick in his head. You know that. And if you don't
didn't know before, here's your proof." Plank raised his hand.
"I'd rather say that hand shows you're sick in your head." Discouraged bag
me down on the edge of the tub next to Plank. "I don't know how we still have pals.
Is not. You've got to grow up, dude."
"I'll try," Plank replied. "Promise."
I looked at his hand again. "Does it hurt?"
"Like a mother," he says, laughing.
"But you didn't say anything then."
"I didn't mean to upset you. You get tense soon." Plank pulled his face.
,Then we laughed first.
Summary :
• Gegg comes back to his home and finds blood all over his bathroom. On the floor, the tiles
and the door. He finds a bloodies needle laying on the sink.
• Plank found the injection and the transponder that Xander had send Gregg. He injected it
into his arm.
• Plank teases Gregg calling him his dad for worrying so much.
• Plank forgot to use the alcohol wipes to disinfect the injection before using it
• Gregg only knows how to help with broken toes and knees as he studies sports injuries.
• Plank doesnt make any noise when Gregg treats his wound.
• Plank Says it hurts really bad
• They laugh about it n the end.
<h27>Instructions</h27>
k sends the manipulated photo to Xander. Silently, I hope he
for that will fall. Behind me on the bed, Plank lay snoring. He keeps his
bandaged hand and occasionally makes a fine throaty sound.
Dinner is chicken breyani from Woolies. I eat while I eat my
sociology book closer drag and the chapter on crime and deviant
behavior begins to swot. The crime theories fry my brain.
A telegram message snatches me away from the textbook. I grab my
Phone. With bated breath, I read Xander's message. Twice.
At least you're so gullible. I've removed the transponder. Now you are
Mines.
WTF? I replied. My body coldly startled.
I just joke. Don't be such a. You have this challenge
Passed. The password is in your hand.
I sit for a while first to get my thoughts together, then I get up to
Xander's laptop to get. Anxiously, I unfold it, see the reader again.
Reaching the bed, I pulled Plank's hand closer with the transponder while he was still
Sleep. I'm sweeping it over the reader. Immediately the computer signs up.
, On the desktop lies a slew of hacking tools, cards, a video.
I send the cursor to the video and open it. The image is slowly bleeding
out of the dark. Just the bottom of someone's face gleamed in a dim light.
Distant sounded the sound of strange rhythmic music. Like a guitar, or a
cider?
"G-4ce," the guy starts talking. It's Xander. "So we meet again in
cyberspace, somewhere between the upper and the underworld. Or maybe the
otherworld.
"This is now your new laptop. Destroy your old one right away. And I mean
not put off and store in a closet so you can use it again later. Break the
Thing. Burn it. Make sure there is nothing left of him. The Baker knows
of you. He obviously knows what you're doing. You can't take more chances now
not. Your cell phone should also blow. If you want to get out of this thing alive, will
you make exactly as I say."
There's a terrifying tone underlying Xander's instructions. A
Darkness to his admonition.
"I hope you have your passport with you," the video continues. "Your
plane ticket I send with Telegram just now. You fly to in three days to
Istanbul. Apply for an e-visa on the Republic of Turkey's
Web page. There will be no problems. Oh yes, and bring the new laptop
Together. Until we see each other again then..."
Istanbul? What is he doing there? Should I there now? What about me
Studies? We're almost done with the semester. I have about two more tests,
then the examination.
"What are you doing?" asked Plank sleepily as he opened his eyes. He looked at the
and frowned.
I threw my hands in the air. "You won't believe it. Your hand signs the
laptop on."
"What? The laptop?"
"yes, the one Xander sent. The transponder in your hand is the
flipping thing's key word." Plank looked at his hand in wonder. "There's
it looks like someone was killed in my bathroom. Red splashes lay across the
floor, line across the tiles on the wall, the door. It flows in streams
down the sink and already drying on the taps. The bloodied injection lies
at the sink's drain. It looks like there's still a piece of meat on it
stuck.
"What did you do, Plank?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "I saw the stuff lying on the table and thought it was
pretty cool, I have to try it."
"Then you pressed a flippant needle into your hand and planted a transponder in your
body?"
"What kind of thing is that?"
"Seriously, dude? You're smoked, huh?" I don't even have to wait for the answer
not. "What will Lisa say? And her father? He will kill you. Jissie, Plank. You're
not stupid. Want to throw everything away? And now... now this thing? Know
you what you caught?"
Plank merely stared at me. "Are you going to keep raving with me, Dad, or are you going to
help me?"
I just slapped him on the back of the head. "Sit on the tub's edge that I go to
your hand can look."
Sheepishly, he makes as I say. I take his hand, wipe the blood with a
clean piece of cotton wool away. "You're like flippant Hannibal the Cannibal.
Gone. No wonder my place is so full of blood. I hope not the wound
does not become septic. You have cleaned the skin before using the transponder
put in, huh?"
No answer. I look at the rest of the Dangerous Things package.
There lay the two packs of alcohol rags. "I reckon that's a no then."
"Sorry," Plank says.
I just slap him again. "It's your hand that's going to rot off, not mine."
"Is it going to rot?"
,"I don't know." I take a good look at the wound, but now it's not like I'm a
doctor is who will know about such things. My medical knowledge goes so far
such as treating mild rugby injuries and broken toes and knees
who took care of my mother with Dettol and a patch.
"It's not like it's entirely my fault," Plank says innocently. "What
are you making in any case with the transponder?"
"Xander wanted me to have the thing implanted in my hand, you stupid
fool," I explain as I disinfect his wound as best I can and
Connect. He doesn't even say ouch or eina or anything. Maybe he can't straight
don't think with the marijuana in his body. While working, I quickly looked up once.
Plank grinned. "You're totally on a plug, you know?"
"Yep."
"Flippit, I should never have given you an apartment key." I
Make sure the stretch bandage sits firmly. "What are we going to do now?"
"We can have the transponder taken out," Plank suggests.
"Where? At a hospital? And then we explain it to them?"
"We say we made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes."
"Not your mistakes." I get up, take off the plastic gloves, wash
my hands. "What am I going to say to Xander?"
"Nothing. He didn't need to know. We're just winging it."
I sighed. "I don't even know why I had to implant the thing yet."
"Because that dude is sick in his head. You know that. And if you don't
didn't know before, here's your proof." Plank raised his hand.
"I'd rather say that hand shows you're sick in your head." Discouraged bag
me down on the edge of the tub next to Plank. "I don't know how we still have pals.
Is not. You've got to grow up, dude."
"I'll try," Plank replied. "Promise."
I looked at his hand again. "Does it hurt?"
"Like a mother," he says, laughing.
"But you didn't say anything then."
"I didn't mean to upset you. You get tense soon." Plank pulled his face.
,Then we laughed first.
Summary :
• Gegg comes back to his home and finds blood all over his bathroom. On the floor, the tiles
and the door. He finds a bloodies needle laying on the sink.
• Plank found the injection and the transponder that Xander had send Gregg. He injected it
into his arm.
• Plank teases Gregg calling him his dad for worrying so much.
• Plank forgot to use the alcohol wipes to disinfect the injection before using it
• Gregg only knows how to help with broken toes and knees as he studies sports injuries.
• Plank doesnt make any noise when Gregg treats his wound.
• Plank Says it hurts really bad
• They laugh about it n the end.
<h27>Instructions</h27>
k sends the manipulated photo to Xander. Silently, I hope he
for that will fall. Behind me on the bed, Plank lay snoring. He keeps his
bandaged hand and occasionally makes a fine throaty sound.
Dinner is chicken breyani from Woolies. I eat while I eat my
sociology book closer drag and the chapter on crime and deviant
behavior begins to swot. The crime theories fry my brain.
A telegram message snatches me away from the textbook. I grab my
Phone. With bated breath, I read Xander's message. Twice.
At least you're so gullible. I've removed the transponder. Now you are
Mines.
WTF? I replied. My body coldly startled.
I just joke. Don't be such a. You have this challenge
Passed. The password is in your hand.
I sit for a while first to get my thoughts together, then I get up to
Xander's laptop to get. Anxiously, I unfold it, see the reader again.
Reaching the bed, I pulled Plank's hand closer with the transponder while he was still
Sleep. I'm sweeping it over the reader. Immediately the computer signs up.
, On the desktop lies a slew of hacking tools, cards, a video.
I send the cursor to the video and open it. The image is slowly bleeding
out of the dark. Just the bottom of someone's face gleamed in a dim light.
Distant sounded the sound of strange rhythmic music. Like a guitar, or a
cider?
"G-4ce," the guy starts talking. It's Xander. "So we meet again in
cyberspace, somewhere between the upper and the underworld. Or maybe the
otherworld.
"This is now your new laptop. Destroy your old one right away. And I mean
not put off and store in a closet so you can use it again later. Break the
Thing. Burn it. Make sure there is nothing left of him. The Baker knows
of you. He obviously knows what you're doing. You can't take more chances now
not. Your cell phone should also blow. If you want to get out of this thing alive, will
you make exactly as I say."
There's a terrifying tone underlying Xander's instructions. A
Darkness to his admonition.
"I hope you have your passport with you," the video continues. "Your
plane ticket I send with Telegram just now. You fly to in three days to
Istanbul. Apply for an e-visa on the Republic of Turkey's
Web page. There will be no problems. Oh yes, and bring the new laptop
Together. Until we see each other again then..."
Istanbul? What is he doing there? Should I there now? What about me
Studies? We're almost done with the semester. I have about two more tests,
then the examination.
"What are you doing?" asked Plank sleepily as he opened his eyes. He looked at the
and frowned.
I threw my hands in the air. "You won't believe it. Your hand signs the
laptop on."
"What? The laptop?"
"yes, the one Xander sent. The transponder in your hand is the
flipping thing's key word." Plank looked at his hand in wonder. "There's
