#data stream

So, the timeline for (Eyes and Ears) is EVO SMP, all the Life Series and as of today, it’s looking like the ASMP is connected too. I believe that (Eyes and Ears) is an “NPC”, the kind of player within a world that is not aware that they are in the data stream and don’t hop worlds (without outside interference, for example, the watchers) or if they do, they don’t remember how. E&E is aware of all life series players and what has happened in previous games and servers but isn’t aware that he is within a game.

However (Data Stream) is a fully aware guy from the real world who goes undercover as a player to destroy LOOT shards placed there by the evil corporation C.H.E.S.T. (Data Stream) is fully aware he is inside of the game and can traverse the data stream at his own will (if he goes to the portal in each server).

Where I think this may cross over somehow, is that C.H.E.S.T discover that (Data Stream) is an undercover agent tasked to destroy LOOT shards, and either purposely or accidentally find (Eyes and Ears) and puts a loot shard within a server in the life series or a server similar to EVO or ASMP so that they will inevitably meet.

Who knows what implications that would cause, maybe it would awaken E&E or maybe it would destroy one of the two leaving a version of C!Martyn who is both player and real life guy.

The Data Stream by The Stupendium is such a perfect song for Synthia and Double Cross in general

mc-diaries.com/diaries/data-streamFemale’s Point of View - Technology

I walked into the room and instinctively locked the door. My boss dealt with a lot of sensitive projects and most employees weren’t cleared to know about them. So every time I got called in for a private meeting, I knew to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. “Hi boss!” I said with a smile as I walked up to the desk. My hands immediately started to undo my blouse as I watched him type away on his computer. “Hi Stephanie…” he said without looking up. “Just a moment…” ​ “Sure thing!” I said, removing my blouse. I folded the fabric and placed it neatly on a chair. I saw that he obviously wasn’t done so I mentally reviewed the list of potential projects he told me to memorize while I removed my bra.

​“There… That should do it I think…” he said as he looked up. “Sorry about that Stephanie.” “No worries Boss!” I said. “I see the latest upload went well… I’m pleased!” he said. I took it to mean that he had finally finished the upgrade he was working on for the Aurelius project and had uploaded it to the mainframe. “Great!” I said. “I’ll make sure to send the update to tech services!” He chuckled. “No… That’s not the upload I’m talking about… Although I am done with that one too so I’ll send it over later today.” “Oh?” I said as I placed my folded bra on my blouse. “Then which project was it for?” He smiled. “This one.” he said as he pressed the enter key. I blinked, trying to work out what he meant. “I’m not sure I follow, Boss. Should I be aware of… Of it…” I said as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. “Sorry…” I leaned on the desk in front of me, trying to steady myself as my skull started to tingle painfully. “My head… It… It feels so weird…” I managed to say. “I see…” he said thoughtfully. “Well that’s to be expected of course.” I looked up and immediately noted his smug smile. “What… What do you mean… Expected?” I asked, trying to concentrate. “Is this… Your doing?” “It is.” he said. “All part of a side project I’ve been working on that, thankfully, has finally come to fruition. But don’t worry… You’ll have a front row seat for it.” “Side project? What side project…” I said, feeling this inexplicable pressure in my skull. “Fuck… What’s happening to me?” “Sshh... It’s all going to be ok my dear…” he said. “I’m just… Helping you along. Uploading a few changes. Nothing to worry about.” “Changes? Wha… What changes? What do you… Hhhmmm… Mean?” I said through the haze. My brain felt like it was being soaked in a thick fog. My normally sharp mine suddenly felt dull and drugged. “The chip I surgically implanted at the base of your skull a few weeks ago is connecting with your brain. As it does, it starts to communicate with it like it would with any other computer.” “A chip? Hhmmm… What chip?” I said, trying to fight off the waves of dizziness. “Oh fuck… What… Surgery? I never… huh… I… It’s so hard to think clearly… My… My brain feels… Thick… Fuzzy… Foggy…” I had trouble just keeping my balance, let alone concentrating on complicated thoughts, but I was fairly sure I had never undergone surgery! “I bet it does…” he said. “It’s a side effect of the chip and what it tells me is that it is doing its intended job perfectly. I was curious to see how your brain would react to it while it was awake.” “Awake?” I asked, still trying not to fall over as my eyes fluttered. “What… Do you mean?” “Awake yes…” he said. “The first time I initiated the upload, you were asleep… Rather efficient if I do say so myself. Much easier for the brain to deal with it. It wasn’t much of course, just a quick edit to see if I could delete the memories of the surgery.” His words came to me in slow chunks and his voice seemed to drop a few tones as if I was hearing him in slow motion. “Delete? Fuck…” I said. “What?” “You see Stephanie…” he said. “Data is currently being injected into your brain and as much information as the human mind can process on a daily basis, it was never meant to handle the extra load the data stream imposes on it.” It took a moment for my slow thoughts to grasp what he was saying. “Data? In my mind Huh…” I said, groaning. “Fuck… What data?” “Oh nothing much…” he said with a smile. “Just a little editing of your views on normal behavior. You’ll barely notice I assure you. Your new normal will feel just as normal as your old ones.” “HHmm…” I groaned. “You’re not making any sense… I… I don’t… Understand… New normal? Fuck my brain feels… Confused… My thoughts are so slow…” “Let me try to demonstrate…” he said. “You see, after I realized how thoroughly the first deletion had worked, I did a second, more… Intense… Test. That’s the upload I spoke of earlier. You know… The one I said went so well… The one that changed what you view as normal and proper when you are alone with me and thus, it’s perfectly normal for you to be topless for me when we are in private. Isn't it?” My head was swimming as wave after wave of confusing thoughts hammered away at my sense of equilibrium. Through fluttering eyes, I managed to look down at myself and noted that I was indeed, topless. “Normal? Yeah… I’ve always been topless with you… hhmm…” I said, groaning. “Fuck… In private at least… Did… No… Did you change that?” I tried to focus on his face, but my vision was all blurry. I barely registered his smile before the dizziness pushed me to stop trying to focus on something specific.   “I did.” he said. “But even if I tell you that your views changed, you don’t care because it’s completely natural. In fact, when it comes to meeting me in private, you can’t even imagine what felt normal to you before. Isn’t that right?” “HHmm… My head…” I groaned. “I… No… Why… Why would I care?” “Exactly.” he said. “That’s the real beauty of the chip and how it works. Take this next data stream I’m uploading right now… Once it’s completed, you’ll feel that it is completely normal and proper to perform any sexual favors I ask of you. You won’t be able to think of a single reason to refuse because to you, it will be the most natural thing in the world for you, as my personal assistant, to satisfy all my sexual requests. Isn’t that wonderful?” Even through the mind numbing dizziness and slippery thoughts, that sunk in, making me instantly focus on his face.

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A file system is your gap not your bridge.

If we would like to say it with a phrase, then it could be: There Is A File System For Every Bad Network or Just Shoot The Darn Pelican Down.

@warpcorewarrior

Someone just messaged to remind me that the data stream starts tomorrow. Not sure how I over-looked that or if I was just trying to will it away. I’m assuming your work schedule will be wonky for the next few days. I'll have dinners waiting and what-not, like always.

About the letters. You don’t have to talk back and forth with my folks this month, or any month, you know that, right? And as far as I’m concerned, what’s happened... it’s between us. Until you’re comfortable. Or whatever. If you want to tell them, that’s fine too. Whatever you think is best.

Nice pace you set this morning, by the way.