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>> Todd: Question personal safety
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Your name is TODD. You've been in the OMNIVERSE for a long while, but you aren't totally sure how long. Your room is cluttered with various GAMING PARAPHERNALIA. You are most interested in the collecting and assembling of large and highly-detailed SCALE MODELS and FIGURINES. Dominating your room is your custom-made DATAVERSE ACCESS POINT through which you work, trading virtual and real goods. This trade is quite profitable, but it does mean you do LACK ANY REAL FRIENDS and are INCREDIBLY SOCIALLY AWKWARD, despite how much time you spend on various ROLEPLAYING GAMES. You also like to TINKER WITH ROBOTICS and have gotten PRETTY GOOD AT IT.


Even in the nigh-perpetual night of Tier 4's privatized weather, it was the beginning of a new 'day' for one particular resident of the middling tier of the massive city. A cacophanous crash rang out from speakers framing a large monitor, the screen showing the increasingly flame-composed wreckage of an F-Zero vehicle. Todd's latest bet was also going up in flames along with the driver. It sure was a good thing it had only been proverbial pocket change this time, or else that might have hurt just a little.

Dismissing his relatively diminutive losses on the latest race, Todd turned his attention to other matters. Namely, a large robotic arm that, he hoped, would do...something. Lots of servos and gears and such that was supposed to increase hand-arm strength. Or shatter his bones. The drafted plans were kind of unclear in the possible risks. Long as he didn't cross any wires it should all work out for the best, though!

.....on second thought this was probably a really shitty idea. It wasn't even halfway finished and already it just looked dangerous. And THAT was saying something, considering where Todd made his living.

It was something to tackle later on, maybe. Once the day had really begun.

>> Todd: Commence daily routine
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The budding roboticist pushed his hoverchair back from the collection of screens and speakers, pushing himself out of the repulsor-powered seat and onto his sock-clad feet. 

He walked past his workbench, cluttered with partially completed models and that giant arm, which he hoped someday would be part of a awesome exosuit someday.

Or whenever the hell he got around to finishing up the damn thing. He swore that it had some kind of gremlin in it, never wanting to work correctly no matter how much tinkering and troubleshooting he did.

Grabbing his holo-com from the bench as he passed and clipping it onto the top of his glasses, he noticed that one of his contacts was pestering him.

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-scarletFlight [SF] began pestering bespectacledGeek [BG]-
BG: WHAT
BG: Sorry
BG: My bet just went up in flames, was a little hard on my shift key
BG: Nah its fine, wasn't much more than pocket change on it anyway
BG: So whatcha need?
BG: You broke your hoverboard again didn't you
BG: I told you to go easy on those landings, not even military grade plastic can stand up to all that grinding
BG: Sure it was
BG: just kidding
BG: Anyway
BG: 5 pounds. Oddly specific amount.
BG: Small order, easy to notice...
BG: I'll see about it
BG: Might need to do some under the table trading but...
BG: it should be to you in the next 24 hours
BG: You sure?
BG: Got it
BG: Talk to you later
BG: Its OK, I'll get it
BG: I got eyes everywhere, you know?
BG: No, its not like that
BG: ... or it could be
BG: But I don't use it for that >.<
BG: Don't worry, it will get to you
BG: Not a problem
-scarletFlight [SF] ceased pestering bespectacledGeek [BG]-

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>> Todd: Take their advice

Returning to his workstation, Todd accessed a shipping manifest that he'd acquired about a month ago. It was for a mid-sized production firm, specializing in military-grade materials. There was a small order going to a private testing lab, in the form of some experimental Stormtrooper armor plates. 

Interchangeable and easy to swap out if damaged, they were easily recycled into the strong plastic they had been formed from, and either remolded into new plates or made into other parts. They'd be fine for use on something as simple as a hoverboard.

Hacking in and changing the shipping manifest to redirect it to his friend's address, Todd reclined in his hoverchair and kicked the footstand up, closing his eyes. He slipped his glasses off and set them aside, yawning and settling down to catch himself a nap. 

Completely oblivious to the problem that he hadn't yet payed up on his lost bet from earlier.

>> Todd: Realize that you forgot something
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>> Todd: Realize you forgot something

Sitting bolt upright, Todd was reminded of the fact that he'd forgotten to pay his bet by the aggressive-sounding alert that just popped up in his info feed. He nearly capsized his hoverchair as he scrambled to get to his computer and halt the intrusion. If these guys didn't get their money, they'd get it other ways.

Fortunately the budding black marketer's proxy server handled the load of the relatively primative DDoS attack that had been targeted at his system, and he was able to isolate and neutralize the hacker's virus as its diversion was sucked away and dealt with on a separate server.

Todd swiped aside his holokeyboard, revealing a flat surface littered with holoprojections of stats on the attack. He'd heard about these smoke screen-esqe attacks on several larger-scale servers, where a large but weak general attack was made to clog up servers and conceal a more direct and focused hack, which targeted the more important files on a server, be them industrial secrets or his activity logs, which would get him locked up in an Imperial prison in a heartbeat, or eliminated as a threat to the empire.

He shook his head, clearing it and getting back to the virus at hand. He manipulated the holoprojecton of the virus, digital code turned into a facsimile of a living object for ease of viewing. Todd picked apart the holovirus piece by piece, pulling parts of its code guts out and glancing over them, looking for the trademarks of any of the empire's comissioned hackers, or any of his competitors in the black market and betting rings. Not noting any immediately, he plucked the hologram up and stuck it in a holographic slot on the surface, for further examination.

With one emergency neutralized, Todd payed up on his bet along with some extra as a late fee. Relaxing backwards once more, he hoped to get a least a little shuteye before the bustle of his little world started up again.

>> Todd: Receive promotional materials
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>> Todd: Receive promotional materials

Tod's hadn't had a few moments to rest his eyes before he was awakened once again. The offender in this case was a neon-hued advertisement for a game called OSburb. It was very bare bones and without description except for the brightly colored text.

After running his plethora of security programs over the ad to make sure it wasn't any kind of virus, he hesitantly clicked on the link. The description was minimal, and the only real hint that pointed to its origin was that he'd been referred by a friend. He pulled up pesterOmni and checked his contacts but none of them were on at the time so he'd have to figure out who referred him later and ask them some questions.

He left the programs open and swapped to another browser, figuring he'd get started on some other work rather than try to sleep any more.

>> Todd: Recommence daily routine
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