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A Promise:
- Chapter 1: Berdie's Meds
- Section 1: Eilidh's Plight
- Eilidh examines important code
- Berdie needs her meds administered
- Eilidh logs into the internet
- Eilidh sets up a meeting at the bar
- Section 2: A Bar, Some Hackers, and a Breakthrough
- Eilidh shows up early and dances with a cutiepie
- Several gang members offer a job
- Eilidhs crew finally shows up
- Section 3: Another Job
- Section 4: When it all Goes Wrong
- Section 5: Spoils of War
- Chapter 2: Magical Girls Don't Transform
- Section 1: Unless They Do
- Section 2: A Fever Never Felt So Good
- Section 3: The Pale Goddess' Laugh is Terrifying
- Section 4: Liberation Front
- Section 5: Space Used to be Cool
- Chapter 3:

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She had to be frank with herself, the code displayed on her screen was boring. Brilliant, sure, but boring. Only someone truely as depraved as herself, or maybe her hacker friends, could enjoy such bland code. There were no funny tricks to it. Nothing extraordinary. It was just really well written code that performed extremely well.
Her thoughts swirled. She knew better than to let that happen, yet here she was. It was obvious, wasn't it? It didn't compile. It was brilliant, but more than half of it was throwing errors when she tried to turn it into machine instructions. The worst part, she knew, was that it was all valid and extremely slick.
``Eilidh,'' a voice broke into her thoughts. ``Eilidh, I need some help with my medicine dear.''
``I'll be there in a second,'' she replied, closing the file full of pilfered code. Eilidh rubbed her eyes. It didn't make sense to her how it could be both syntactically and logically correct, yet still throw errors at compile time. She knew she wasn't missing anything, after all, she had stolen everything on that private software forge.
Eilidh shook her head. She knew better than to underestimate the machinations of the megacorps like that. Maybe they were using a custom compiler or something to make the code more optimized than it was. She exhaled a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She'd spent a hundred hours trying to get this to work. She needed it to work.
Finally getting up, perhaps a little too late given her adoptive mother needed her help, Eilidh stalked over to her door. Her graceful dance of meticulously trained movement showing itself. She knew she shouldn't let herself spiral on a problem like this, especially for so long, but it was the one missing piece of the puzzle to be able to build the medicine she was about to administer at home.
It was the missing algorithm needed to find the last bit of chemistry required.
Eilidh wondered why they hadn't stored the method to produce it in a document. It would have been more convenient than running a program every time they needed to produce it. The answer only took her a bit of thought to come to: to prevent little thieves like herself from getting a hold of the formula.
As she moved over to her adoptive mother, she made a stop at the medicine vault to get the dose prepared. It was ultimately an intramuscular injection, but she knew from experience that this one only did its best when it was injected into the muscles of the butt.
``Alright mom,'' Eilidh said, walking over with the syringe. Her mother had already exposed just the right area for her, and it appeared that there was already isopropyl alcohol drying on her skin. Eilidh gave the area another wipe with a fresh pad, just in case, before allowing it to dry and delivering the injection. ``You'll feel better in an hour.''
``Thanks dear,'' her mother responded. ``You gotten that program figured out yet?''
``No, mom. I think we're getting close though.'' She knew it was a lie, but she didn't want to give the impression she was wasting her time.
Her mom, of course, didn't know exactly what Eilidh was working on, just that it was something that she thought could help. Eilidh lamented the fact that it might not be as helpful as she'd thought, especially when she could have been taking more jobs to help fund the next shipment of medicine.
It was frustrating to her. Eilidh probably wasn't going to figure the problem on her own. It hurt her pride, too. She and her friends were known as some of the best hackers outside of a corpo intelligence group, yet it appeared they'd been bested.
It wouldn't stand to remain that way. She resolved that she'd break it, but maybe it would do her some good to get out of her room and away from her terminal. Maybe she'd even shower.
Before that, though, she really needed to talk to her team and see what they'd come up with since she made the last discovery.
Eilidh moved back to her room, her terminal screens the only light source illuminating the wall opposite the door. It was a comfy room, all things considered. She was lucky to be friendly enough with the gang controlling the area that they give her cheap rent. She was even luckier that she had the skills required to be friendly with them.
There were plenty of other people who lived their entire lives on the streets. She hoped one day she could fix that, but it was unlikely. The ph@ntomfr34kz were doing what they could in this little heaven. Since they took control of the area, homelessness had dropped to record lows. But people were still on the streets, still unable to qualify for the gang's capsule apartment program.
She grabbed a headset from her desk before setting her computer to VR Lock mode preventing external access while she was exploring cyberspace. She laid on her bed, merely a matress on the floor covered in a soft fitted sheet, adjusted her pillow, snuggled under a blanket, then fitted the headset in place. With a deep sigh, she fiddled with the cable on the headset, attaching the cold metal of the cable into the warm socket at the base of her skull. The temperature difference between the port and the cable always caused a slight discomfort for her, but it was usually over the moment it began.
When Eilidh was transported into the virtual world.
She let her virtual body settle down before she moved. It always took a few seconds. Once the wave of nausia inducing materialization was over, she was free to move.
Eilidh immediately ran to the closest teleporter setup in her virtual home: a shortcut to her crew's digital hideout. The teleporter was just beyond the infrequently used couch, down a hallway, behind a triple encrypted door -- just for good measure. Once she'd had the door decrypted, it dematerialized. It rematerialized behind her as she walked through.
Digital portals were weird. Walking through one added just a slight latency between your environment and your body. Someone could hand you a coffee, and you would grab it a few milliseconds too late. They could have thought you'd grabbed it already, but maybe you hadn't.
This portal was nothing like that. Eilidh had a direct connection to the gang's hideout, meaning the latency between her and this server was merely a few fractions of a second, the speed of light through fibreoptic cable over the course of a few kilometers. All of her teammates had the same, courtesy of the ph@ntomfr34kz.
Once she was fully through the portal, she walked through a short hallway into the main room, modeled after an abandoned airplane hangar Eilidh had played in as a child. She had been distraught when the real one was demolished. Desks lined the walls, enough remote terminals for a small army of hackers to lay seige to a megacorp's precious networks for days on end.
Charon was sitting at the desk he'd pronounced as his the day that the space was finished. His grey eyes locked onto his terminal, windows upon windows surrounding him, floating in the air as he worked. He hadn't looked up to see Eilidh approach.
``Hey Charon,'' she greeted, now close enough to see the shimmer of colour in his fuzzy white hair.
``Hey El,'' he replied, giving her a half-hearted wave before returning to his work. He froze suddenly, and turned around. His eyes were wide as saucers, straighening out the age lines in his olive skin. ``El! Hey, what do you make of this?'' He began moving windows from where they were locked in space, out toward Eilidh, expanding until they could both see them.
``I don't think this code is actual the language we think it is,'' he said, gesturing to a window that had a pdf open. Eilidh gave it a curious look over before sticking her hand into the window and pulling out a book opened to the same page displayed on the screen and giving it a closer look.
``Its an instruction script?'' she asked the older man.
``For an Easern Hills medicine machine!'' he exlaimed, excited. ``Of course, Maloch ripped it off to avoid doing their own engineering, so the EH-M2143 and the Maloch MediMagic are the same machine. It would be hard to get the freaks to fund an actual run on a physical Maloch location, since the closest one is half a continent away, but we could easily justify a run against Eastern Hills!'' He was barely containing his excitement.
Eilidh was shocked. She'd genuinely thought that there would be no progress on this when she couldn't figure it out. ``Have you told the other's yet? Is Marvin looking into a source for one of these Eastern Hills machines?''
``He's already found one,'' Charon said, but the look on his face said it wasn't good news. Eilid nodded for him to continue, and he did. ``The high security building at EHSC.''
Eastern Hills Space Corporation, a relatively small campus dedicated to all of Eastern Hills' funny space operations. One of their most profitable divisions, little wonder given it was their first specialty more than a hundred years ago. They engineered and manufactured the very first faster-than-light space fighter. But the high security building?
Nobody had broken in there before. She wasn't sure that her crew even could be the first. Every crew that ever tried was never seen again. Every run against that building in particular ended precious lives.
Eilidh cursed. ``What shit luck.''
``But there is a silver lining, Marv thinks its possible anyway.''
``Well, he can explain it to me later,'' she said, rubbing at her eyes. ``Tell everyone to be at Quriosities in two hours. I gotta say my goodbyes to mom before we go do something stupid as hell.''
``Tell Berdie I'll be by after we wrap up at the bar,'' Charon said, winking at Eilidh.
``Fuck off Charon, you're not dating your boss' mom,'' she retorted, then added, ``pervert.''
Charon was laughing to himself as Eilidh retraced her steps, walking back to her portal home. She could have just disconnected, but that always left her nauseous and she needed to be in top shape for everything that came next, and an hour of cuddling the porcelain throne didn't sound like the best use of her time.
Once she was finally out of the headset, Eilidh decided that she'd get ready for the bar. Pulling clean clothes from her closet, she made her way to the restroom. Upon entering, her nose was assaulted by the detrius of the greywater system of the apartment. Somebody must have washed eggs down the sink again.
She flushed the toilet, hoping the tank would fill up with untainted greywater. She was thankful that the first few gallons of shower water were always fresh. She made a mental note to talk with the fr34kz about a better greywater filtration system for the building. Maybe at least something to filter out organic smells so people's bathrooms didn't smell like sulfur every day.

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\textbf{\underline{War Council Assembled}}\newline
ph@ntomfr34kz newsboard (news.fr34kz)\newline
Author: ph@ntom - Posted: 08/01/2157\newline
Eastern Hills has claimed responsibility for the bombing at the Quriosities bar yesterday. It is with a heavy heart that I type this, but we are officially at war with \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{Credit Where Credit Is Due}}\newline
Mindvirus Hacker Forums (mind.vir.us)\newline
Author: wolfsong - Posted: 01/01/1970\newline
We did it! Team Blue Lillies has come to understand most of the content leaked during our Maloch Holdings breach. Now its just going to take a small army to get a hold of the machine \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{Virtual Reality Addiction At All Time High}}\newline
Eastern Hills News (news.easternhills.com)\newline
Written By: Veronica Statly - Published: 08/01/2157\newline
Research indicates that Virtual Reality (VR) addiction has reached an all time high, with nearly sixty percent of the population spending the vast majority \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{Corpos are covering up a mysterious sickness}}\newline
Mindvirus Hacker Forums (mind.vir.us)\newline
Author: w0rmdude69420 - Posted: 01/01/1970\newline
Yo, its happening. My buddy got a massive fever. Had to fill the tub full of ice and chuck him in. Felt like I was about to cut out his 'ware ya know? Anyway, a corpo strike-force busted down \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{This Means War}}\newline
ph@ntomfr34kz newsboard (news.fr34kz)\newline
Author: fr34k - Posted: 05/01/2157\newline
The corpos are at it again! Eastern Hills has tried to push their border into the north side of our little heaven! I was hesitant to say this, but maybe its finally time to call the war council back \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{Eastern Hills Space Corp.\ acquires Ceres}}\newline
Eastern Hills Space Corp.\ (space.easternhills.com)\newline
Written By: Michael Lannersby - Posted: 02/01/2157\newline
We are pleased to announce that Eastern Hills Space Corp.\ acquired the entirety of Ceres in a deal last June. It has been a goal of EHSC to bring the people of Ceres more modern \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{Maloch Holdings' Servers Compromised, Rumors Say}}\newline
Colorado Free State Indi News (news.cfsi.com)\newline
Written By: Sandy Valloch - Published: 01/01/2157\newline
According to several sources, over new year's vacation Maloch Holdings had a databreach that leaked several exabytes of source-code, internal \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline
\textbf{\underline{BREAKING: TrinnyCo. Annexes Asia}}\newline
World News Inc.\ (world.news)\newline
Written By: Elyssa DuPont - Published: 30/12/2156\newline
TrinnyCo., the largest megacorporation, has just annexed the entire Asian region, save the Philipine Free State, finally ending hostilities between \ldots \underline{Read More}\newline\newline

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% Document
\begin{document}
\frontmatter
\begin{justify}
\frontmatter
\maketitle
\maketitle
\tableofcontents
\tableofcontents
\mainmatter
\mainmatter
% canon worthy
\chapter{The Last Normal Day}
\section{Talon}
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\section{Eilidh}
%\input{src/chapters/00-b-lastnormalday.tex}
% canon worthy
\chapter{Berdie's Medicine}
\section{Eilidh's Plight}
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\newpage
\section{RSS Feed}
\input{src/chapters/1/1.rss.tex}
\chapter{Corporate Takeover}
\section{Eilidh}
%\input{src/chapters/01-a-corporatetakeover.tex}
\chapter{The Ceremony}
\section{Talon}
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\chapter{The View}
\section{Talon}
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\section{Eilidh}
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\chapter{Headache}
\section{Talon}
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\chapter{Quick Time Actions}
\section{Eilidh}
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\chapter{A New Feeling}
\section{Vivian}
%\input{src/chapters/04-a-newfeeling.tex}
\chapter{Monsters Everywhere}
\section{Eilidh}
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%\chapter{Whatever Chapter 2 is Called}
%\section{Section2.1}
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