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sob.
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The generators kicked in a minute later. Sysadmins stampeded for the
stairs. Felix grabbed Van by the arm, pulled him back.
"Maybe we should wait this out in the cage," he said.
"What about Kelly?" Van said.
Felix felt like he was going to throw up. "We should get into the cage,
now." The cage had microparticulate air-filters.
They ran upstairs to the big cage. Felix opened the door and then let it
hiss shut behind him.
"Felix, you need to get home --"
"It's a bioweapon," Felix said. "Superbug. We'll be OK in here, I think,
so long as the filters hold out."
"What?"
"Get on IRC," he said.
They did. Van had Mayor McCheese and Felix used Smurfette. They
skipped around the chat channels until they found one with some
familiar handles.
> pentagons gone/white house too

> MY NEIGHBORS BARFING BLOOD OFF HIS BALCONY IN
SAN DIEGO
> Someone knocked over the Gherkin. Bankers are fleeing the City like
rats.
> I heard that the Ginza's on fire
Felix typed: I'm in Toronto. We just saw the CN Tower fall. I've heard
reports of bioweapons, something very fast.
Van read this and said, "You don't know how fast it is, Felix. Maybe
we were all exposed three days ago."
Felix closed his eyes. "If that were so we'd be feeling some symptoms,
I think."
> Looks like an EMP took out Hong Kong and maybe Paris -- realtime
sat footage shows them completely dark, and all netblocks there aren't
routing
> You're in Toronto?
It was an unfamiliar handle.
> Yes -- on Front Street
> my sisters at UofT and i cnt reach her -- can you call her?
> No phone service
Felix typed, staring at NETWORK PROBLEMS.
"I have a soft phone on Mayor McCheese," Van said, launching his
voice-over-IP app. "I just remembered."
Felix took the laptop from him and punched in his home number. It
rang once, then there was a flat, blatting sound like an ambulance siren
in an Italian movie.

> No phone service
Felix typed again.
He looked up at Van, and saw that his skinny shoulders were shaking.
Van said, "Holy motherfucking shit. The world is ending."
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Felix pried himself off of IRC an hour later. Atlanta had burned.
Manhattan was hot -- radioactive enough to screw up the webcams
looking out over Lincoln Plaza. Everyone blamed Islam until it became
clear that Mecca was a smoking pit and the Saudi Royals had been
hanged before their palaces.
His hands were shaking, and Van was quietly weeping in the far corner
of the cage. He tried calling home again, and then the police. It didn't
work any better than it had the last 20 times.
He sshed into his box downstairs and grabbed his mail. Spam, spam,
spam. More spam. Automated messages. There -- an urgent message
from the intrusion detection system in the Ardent cage.
He opened it and read quickly. Someone was crudely, repeatedly
probing his routers. It didn't match a worm's signature, either. He
followed the traceroute and discovered that the attack had originated in
the same building as him, a system in a cage one floor below.
He had procedures for this. He portscanned his attacker and found that
port 1337 was open -- 1337 was "leet" or "elite" in hacker number/letter
substitution code. That was the kind of port that a worm left open to
slither in and out of. He googled known sploits that left a listener on
port 1337, narrowed this down based on the fingerprinted operating
system of the compromised server, and then he had it.
It was an ancient worm, one that every box should have been patched
against years before. No mind. He had the client for it, and he used it to
create a root account for himself on the box, which he then logged into,

and took a look around.
There was one other user logged in, "scaredy," and he checked the
proccess monitor and saw that scaredy had spawned all the hundreds of
processes that were probing him and plenty of other boxen.
He opened a chat:
> Stop probing my server
He expected bluster, guilt, denial. He was surprised.
> Are you in the Front Street data-center?
> Yes
> Christ I thought I was the last one alive. I'm on the fourth floor. I
think there's a bioweapon attack outside. I don't want to leave the clean
room.
Felix whooshed out a breath.
> You were probing me to get me to trace back to you?
> Yeah
> That was smart
Clever bastard.
> I'm on the sixth floor, I've got one more with me.
> What do you know?
Felix pasted in the IRC log and waited while the other guy