Soresu
Well-Known Member
Quantum Encryption Scheme Red, Level: 99
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A small disk sat inside of a drive, amidst the darkness playing about the interior of the room. The only light coming from the screen on the desk, and the slight tactile 'hum' of the drive the disk sat in as it sent the data to Katsuko Motoyoshi, and a second signal broke off from the first, winding its way through the networks like a snake, its destination was a horde of now seemingly lifeless vessels.
As the drive spun down, a slender hand pressed the top of the drive in, and it popped open as the contents of the disk was sent to these two benefactors all neat, tidy, and untraceable having gone through a series of dummy systems, and guises. The hand, illuminated by the screen's pale white and blue light plucked the small disk up, and closed the drive. The hand turned the screen off, the slight rustling of leather from the chair could be heard in the dark room as the owner of the hand placed the disk back into its case, and back on her person.
The owner smiled slowly before getting up, and walking to the room's door, and pressed a button, the computer system sizzled and smoked briefly as it was shorted out, its circuitry fried beyond recognition. It was no longer needed, what was done, was done.
Encoding..
Encoding...
Encoding....
A small disk sat inside of a drive, amidst the darkness playing about the interior of the room. The only light coming from the screen on the desk, and the slight tactile 'hum' of the drive the disk sat in as it sent the data to Katsuko Motoyoshi, and a second signal broke off from the first, winding its way through the networks like a snake, its destination was a horde of now seemingly lifeless vessels.
As the drive spun down, a slender hand pressed the top of the drive in, and it popped open as the contents of the disk was sent to these two benefactors all neat, tidy, and untraceable having gone through a series of dummy systems, and guises. The hand, illuminated by the screen's pale white and blue light plucked the small disk up, and closed the drive. The hand turned the screen off, the slight rustling of leather from the chair could be heard in the dark room as the owner of the hand placed the disk back into its case, and back on her person.
The owner smiled slowly before getting up, and walking to the room's door, and pressed a button, the computer system sizzled and smoked briefly as it was shorted out, its circuitry fried beyond recognition. It was no longer needed, what was done, was done.
