Vahn Seele
Star
- Joined
- Apr 3, 2020
- Location
- Oklahoma
Abumi Inagi
Abumi leaned against the wall near the entrance of OmniCorp, her datapad held up in front of her as she watched various news feeds for anything interesting to drop on the Net. So far, nothing of particular interest had been announced. There were talks with foreign countries to try and work together on a project to research the benefits of an AI-Controlled global stock market. The repercussions of something like that sent a shiver through Abumi's spine. "Let the machines run our money, and you'll see the world burning by this time tomorrow." There was a harsh prejudice that had been instilled in Abumi from a young age regarding letting machines take control. Even if the stock exchange was currently run by a machine, it still required a human to authorize major changes. She'd seen talks in darkNet chats that had talked about crashes that were prevented, thanks to the presence of a human looking at the data. Something about a 1 and a 0 being swapped on a trade request that triggered a system-wide alert. It had lasted all of a few minutes before the error was corrected and everyone stopped panicking.
Looking up from the pad, Abumi glanced to the sky, the tint of orange fading to purple telling her that it was getting close to time for her partner to show up. Omni had asked her to come, prepared for a quick hacking job, but wouldn't tell her what she was doing. She'd pushed to try for a remote job, since most hacking work could be done from anywhere, but this site was supposed to be completely separated from the grid. This left Abumi to wonder what she was getting herself into. In the end, though, money is money.
Brushing a bit of her purple hair out of her eyes, she looked at herself, inspecting her tactical gear. Everything appeared to be in order, with her black boots shrouded by gray armored pants. Her jacket was heavily armored, colored black and trailing from shoulder to the back of her knees. It was left open, showing her gray shirt and hugging to her curves. Checking the time on her pad, Abumi noted the time: 19:55. Her partner should be out soon, hopefully, as they had to get to the site in less than a half hour to get started. If this all went well, Abumi could take a break from corporate jobs for a few months and focus on digging through the darkNet, combing for answers and helping people that deserved it.
Abumi leaned against the wall near the entrance of OmniCorp, her datapad held up in front of her as she watched various news feeds for anything interesting to drop on the Net. So far, nothing of particular interest had been announced. There were talks with foreign countries to try and work together on a project to research the benefits of an AI-Controlled global stock market. The repercussions of something like that sent a shiver through Abumi's spine. "Let the machines run our money, and you'll see the world burning by this time tomorrow." There was a harsh prejudice that had been instilled in Abumi from a young age regarding letting machines take control. Even if the stock exchange was currently run by a machine, it still required a human to authorize major changes. She'd seen talks in darkNet chats that had talked about crashes that were prevented, thanks to the presence of a human looking at the data. Something about a 1 and a 0 being swapped on a trade request that triggered a system-wide alert. It had lasted all of a few minutes before the error was corrected and everyone stopped panicking.
Looking up from the pad, Abumi glanced to the sky, the tint of orange fading to purple telling her that it was getting close to time for her partner to show up. Omni had asked her to come, prepared for a quick hacking job, but wouldn't tell her what she was doing. She'd pushed to try for a remote job, since most hacking work could be done from anywhere, but this site was supposed to be completely separated from the grid. This left Abumi to wonder what she was getting herself into. In the end, though, money is money.
Brushing a bit of her purple hair out of her eyes, she looked at herself, inspecting her tactical gear. Everything appeared to be in order, with her black boots shrouded by gray armored pants. Her jacket was heavily armored, colored black and trailing from shoulder to the back of her knees. It was left open, showing her gray shirt and hugging to her curves. Checking the time on her pad, Abumi noted the time: 19:55. Her partner should be out soon, hopefully, as they had to get to the site in less than a half hour to get started. If this all went well, Abumi could take a break from corporate jobs for a few months and focus on digging through the darkNet, combing for answers and helping people that deserved it.