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"I'm undefeated
Hands on my neck, foot on my back
Closing in from every side
Bleeding me dry, I'm fading fast
Left for dead but I will rise up on my own
I could make it alone, I got all that I need to survive
(All that I need to survive)
Through the sweat and the blood, I know what I'm made of
It's the hunger that keeps me alive
This time, I'm coming like a hurricane, this time
I came to fight for the love of the game, unstoppable
That's why I, I'm undefeated
Off the leash, out of the cage, an animal
That's why I, I'm undefeated
I, I, I know I can beat it
Won't give up 'cause I believe it
Fight for the love of the game, unstoppable
That's why I, I'm undefeated..."
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"...I'm death with demons on both sides
Can't take no angel left inside
Take to the static in my mind and I can't hide
This change, I just can't escape
Screaming at my face
So loud I can't hear my voice
Breaking through my mistakes
Free falling to grace, I'm not insane
It's time to kill the noise
Shut up..."
... I also cannot decipher the clever encryption I had written down! Fujifilm X100F plus a cable shutter release.
The Tower Windmill of Gronsveld is the southernmost windmill in The Netherlands. Built between 1618 and 1623 it's one of five such tower mills in the country and it still functions as a grist mill.
The village of Gronsveld just to the south of Maastricht in the Limburg language is called Groéselt, of which other forms are Grousselt or Grossvelt. It is said that 'Gronsveld' derives from an incorrect reading of the double-s in the original name. In older times the second 's' was written and printed to look like an 'f', hence Grousf(v)eld etc. The 'n' apparently references the 'n' of 'gro(e)n' (=green), said to describe the surrounding green fields.
'Coding' is especially appropriate to this place. Due to Covid-19 I couldn't visit the parish church to view the tomb of count Josse Maximilaan van Bronckhorst (1598-1662). Count Josse invented the so-called Gronsfeld cypher, a widely used encryption scheme for writing coded communications. He developed it from the Vigenère-scheme which derives from Giovanni Battista Bellaso's (1505-?) system of 1553. As far as I know, the attribution to 'Gronsveld' was first made by Gaspar Schott (1608-1666) in his Magia universalis. On the internet you will often/usually find incorrect attribution to a later Bronckhorst of the mid eighteenth century.
This cypher was used well into the nineteenth century, notably for readers of romantic travel fantasies in the books by great Jules Verne (1828-1905). As a lad I'd skipped over those references, but now I know!
Flit jimmies the latch on the skylight and lowers herself down using the latest technology in heist and hacker ware. She cracks the password in less than two minutes; these corporate junkies aren't as smart as their finely pressed suits would make them look, she carefully types in the name of the company and the year, all lower case... bingo.
After cracking the encryption codes and shoving her finger
into the usb drive, she downloads years of hidden secrets, passwords and gains access to the digital key to the wall safe.
She dumps what she can on the desk and takes the unmarked loot, shoving the stacks of bills into her dufflebag before reeling back up and out of the unit a few hundred thousand euros richer.
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FEATURE
[LAB737] Hermes Headset L
[LAB737] Locust MK-III (Gunmetal) @Secret Affair
CREDITS
Addams // Dr. Addams Boots
*Bolson / Tattoo - Hort (*Appliers* Maitreya/Slink)
{dollle*} 081 Ripped Crop Cami - Black (FitMesh_XS)
.ID. Light Sensitive/Bloodshot - Ice
KITJA - Nile Pants GREY [sus. shadow] FM (Maitreya Lara) @Uber
KITJA - Nile Shirt BLACK [sus. shadow] FM (Maitreya Lara) @Uber
KITJA - Nile Suspender FM (Maitreya Lara) @Uber
[ kunst ] - Navigator watch
[ kunst ] - Wire ring (left)
little bones. Break @Uber
Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara V3.3
[MANDALA] Stretched ears Omimi Tunnel (Hole_size_5/L)
[NeurolaB Inc.] EV3 ANDROID Hand (R) (8 Poses) 1.5
[NikotiN] Crooked Cigarette - Nextgen
.random.Matter. - Taint Septum - Gold
Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands V2.1 - L - Relaxed
(Yummy) Strange and Unusual Necklace - Gold
Washington DC is still digesting a serious security breach at the heart of the Trump administration.
It's the story of how a journalist - the Atlantic magazine's Jeffrey Goldberg - was added to a Signal platform messaging group which apparently included Vice-President JD Vance and Defence Secretary Pete Hegseth, in addition to National Security Adviser Mike Waltz.
CIA director denies air strike chat leak was major mistake.
Asked if the incident was a "huge mistake", CIA Director Ratcliffe replies: "No."
Meanwhile, Donald Trump is backing National Security Adviser Michael Waltz, who accidentally added a journalist to the chat leading to the story.
Signal messaging is a secure, open-source messaging app that prioritises privacy, using end-to-end encryption to ensure that only the sender and recipient can read messages, and even Signal itself cannot access the content.
(Note to American National security advisor - end to end encryption makes no difference if the wrong people are at the other end. I can't believe that non of them noticed who was in the chat group).
Seen at Bletchley Park, Buckinghamshire. Thinking its encryption was "unbreakable", Hitler and the High Command of the German war effort used the Twelve-Wheel Lorenz Cipher Machine to encrypt their messages. Much more difficult to crack than the Enigma machine (for the Lorenz offered trillions of encryption variants) its cipher was broken in 1942 already. Leica M8, Voigtlaender NC 35/1.4.
The day you encrypted your brain and forgot the password!
In cryptography, encryption is the process of encoding information. This process converts the original representation of the information, known as plaintext, into an alternative form known as ciphertext. Ideally, only authorised parties can decipher a ciphertext back to plaintext and access the original information.
"Way back in the day" I wrote some encryption software - CompuServe was a big part of the internet when we still called it the "world wide web" and they refused to host the files as the USA considered encryption as a weapon.
How times have changed.
long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it
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a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components
the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy
so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it
finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math
eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he
would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.
then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...
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Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face
'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.
Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms, etc. the really high end, confidential jobs, like protein folding analysis or big pharm drug trials were more likely handled by the huge western collectives of several million collaborative systems, usually high-performance machines in dedicated corporate server farms. the cost there was out of Daniel's range, but you got a faster return and better promises of encryption for your buck.
Daniel scratched his scalp and flexed his fingers. 'two months from today i will be a doctor of mathematics...and no job. damnit. i need to find something fast.' Daniel calculated in his mind how quickly the student loans repayments would kick in and completely wipe him out. RamaNet would have done it in nanoseconds, ha! he laughed to himself. Daniel had avoided the rounds of job interviews and recommendations that passed his way. he was too absorbed in his research to look ahead, and perhaps a bit intimidated by the idea of the job hunt flea market. flexing his CV, getting a monkey suit, trying to explain his research to recruiters, who were often the same finger-counting business majors in college that made his skin crawl. Daniel always felt a bit embarrassed when he announced he was math PhD candidate. folks would immediately glaze over,
tsk tsk out a 'that's interesting', and swiftly change the subject. something will come up, he mantra'd to himself over and over, something will come up. stick with ali, there is something real in there, just a bit deeper. the real problem was his thesis advisor. dr. fuentes was not returning his calls, his secretary was not taking appointments from Daniel. he had submitted his finished draft of his thesis two weeks ago, but hadnt heard back since, except for a cryptic email saying that the review committee was having some issues with his paper and that Daniel would be hearing from him shortly. Daniel was rerunning his calculations on RamaNet to assuage the gnawing doubt that he completely botched some component of his argument and that the review committee was debating some manner of telling him to redo the entire effort. no PhD and no job. that would ice the cake. Daniel started calculating his body mass and general aerodynamic resistance relative to the height of the school cathedral to figure out if he had time to reach a terminal velocity before impact...only a failed math PhD would attempt to determine at what speed his body would smack concrete, he morbidly thought to himself.
ali ja'far muhammed ibn abdullah al-farisi slipped meditatively on his cup of water, thinking about his proof. he dipped a finger in the cup and held up a droplet of water under his fingertip, watching the sunlight prisimatically splay out on the mouth of the cup. 'praise be Allah and his wonderous bounty' he mumured to himself.
the elders had been in conference all day over his proof. though the heavy doors to their chamber were closed, he would occasionally hear muffled but distinctly angry shouts. ali sat on a divan in the anteroom, served numerous cups of tea by an obviously nervous secretary. ali knew there was deep resistance to his research, but for the life of him he couldnt figure out why. he was a simple mathematician. he came up with some unique observations. he wanted to share them with his peers...
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Overview: biotech researcher discovers a new life-extension technology and is murdered. He is cryogenically frozen for 150 years. When he is
revived he must stop a dark corporate conspiracy – and find his murderer.
Summer 2015 - Hot genius free-lance biotech researcher unravels the key component of a radical life-extension gene therapy that will ensure 300 years of robust life to its recipients. The researcher is murdered shortly after he hides the critical component. His distraught friend has him cryogenically frozen. 150 years later, the researcher is revived by the same major bio-med corporation for which he had originally been working.
Quickly he realizes that their motives are less than altruistic: his modification of the gene therapy is needed to resolve an unforeseen debilitation now creeping up in the recipients of the life-extension process. The recipients, now nearing 125 years off added life, are decompensating into psychotics. The researcher at first tries to remember and reconstruct what he did with the hidden critical component, but stops in disgust when he learns that in the past 150 years the life-extension therapy has been reserved solely for the ultra-affluent and has created an extreme and cruel global gerontocratic elite. He voices his disgust to his corporate minders, who cease being beneficent and show their true colors as trying to gain control of this critical technology in order to control the elites.
In the process of dealing with the corporation, he learns about his murder and begins investigating.As he comes closer to the identity of his murderer, he uncovers a wider conspiracy and is the target of more murder attempts.
He was killed by a friend in 2015. The friend was the CEO of a small bio-gen firm that the researcher was doing the LET work for. The CEO, a biz-head with a genetics academic background, took the researcher’s work and exploited it as his own, in the process growing his small firm into a bio-med powerhouse and him into one of the world’s wealthiest individuals.
The CEO also was the first recipient of the LET and is now 190 years old, but doesn’t look a day over 45. Smart, urbane, ruthless, the CEO used his wealth and position to start the cabal of Ultras. It is a faction of the top 50 smartest and wealthiest people in the world who have ‘ascended from the world’ (faked their demise) and control the global economy with their vast coordinated wealth. Perhaps they will call themselves ‘The Ascended’. We need to decide how the cabal lives. Are they sequestered on a luxurious island compound, or do they live in the open, surgically re-sculpted after each faked death, or do they live in the open.
Also we need to figure out what the world will look and feel like in 150 years.
As the ultras decompensate into psychosis, the CEO orders the researcher to be revived in order to find a cure. The CEO had the researcher’s lab notes decrypted and figured that the he was close if not successful in finding the missing component to stabilize the LET.
Tiberius Syndrome: the decline into cruel psychosis experienced by the ultras, named after the roman emperor Tiberius’ degenerate behavior after he sequestered himself on Capri.
The ironic twist might be that there is no cure, no stabilization. The psychosis is not the result of the LET alone, but also due in part to the unfettered ego/wills of the ultras. Absolute power corrupts…
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a brazilian hacking syndicate was subcontracted by a st petersberg crew to run interference on a hit on SWIFT, the global currency clearinghouse notification network. The UniFavela clan was going to run a multi-flank raid. They specialized in fast propagating virii and had created a custom mail-in virus that exploited a few microsoft vulnerabilities that they had discovered and kept mum. Their target was a Latin American PR spokesman listed on the corporate web site for press queries. The PR flak would be just the sleepy guard on the wall for their virus to slip past. 30 minutes after opening an inocuous spoofed email from a French e-trade publication requesting clarification on the SWIFT-Indentrus partnership. the virus would port scan and map its entire site LAN, salmoning its way up the router paths till it found the deep waters of the main corporate campus network in Brussels. Shortly, the internal LAN at Brussels would be suffering switch and router buffer overflows and traffic would gasp, ack, and sputter. UniFavela would then towel whip out a vanilla DDOS on the main company web site, any INTERNIC-registered addresses, and any other system in the IP block reserved for SWIFT that had previously port scanned as interesting, or ,even, as nothing. Mongols charging the village gates and tossing flaming torches on thatched roofs. IT Operations would be running to and fro, trying to figure out the internal bandwidth crunch and if there was a bleedout causing the external net problems.
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The Post-Human Story of Minos:
the CEO of a powerful commercial combine is bore an illegitimate son by his indiscreet wife in retaliation for his own dalliances. the son has a hideous deformity but is fantastically brilliant - brilliant enough for the father overcome his own repulsion of the child - as a bastard and a freak. the father sequesters the child in an elaborate virtual domain. the child, a hacker savant, is used to breach competitor nets. but as his power in the digital realm expands, the child transforms into the tyrant-monster. using the nets, he lashes out at people who have caused him pain, then evolves into enjoying the taste of terror and fear. He becomes the Minotaur.
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'there was a mad scramble amongst all the big spook governments, dark side corporations, and the privacy maccabees once it was determined that quantum computation had left the tidal pool of academia, grown legs and air-breathing lungs, and was headed for the nat sec intel highlands. all previous encryption models were rendered obsolete, and worse, exposed. QC became an undefiable xray spotlight, laying bare any encrypted secret with a ease of opening a mathematical candy wrapper. And for a while it swung the advantage back to the state in the digital Boer War against the freecon partisans.'
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The Oort, to the Intras, looked as one people. Extra-stellar hillbillies, ekeing out a subsistance existence on extracted organics from the frozen crud comets and other planetesimals of the Oort Cloud that slung around the solar system in a 1K AU circuit. To the Oort there was no Oort. Each station, each kampong was distinct and seperate. Seperate dialects, traditions, norms, goals. Some were scientific collectives, some were tired mining operations, some were intense sectarian cults - they shared little between themselves beyond necessary trade links for scarce commodities.
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A young prince is disgraced in an internal court scandal and sent into a quasi-exile on a worthless mission. On his travels he builds the wisdom and learns the skills necessary to be a just and effective leader.
His exile was a gambit by his patriarch to remove Genji from the arena of pointless court intrigues and develop him as a real leader. The patriarch dispatched a team of loyal praetorians to discreetly follow and protect Genji on his odyssey.
Genji was sent as an emissary to the Oort system. He must pass through the Martian-Saturnine corridor, populated with industrial trading guilds and their private militias.
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Genealogy becomes paramount in a closed culture; hierarchy by heredity. Reference the roman patrician class’ death-grip obsession with lineage, or the medieval Japanese imperial court’s strict intra-elite caste system.
But in an era of extreme genetic engineering, how can bloodlines retain their importance? Perhaps this is the wrong question. Perhaps in an era of extreme genetic engineering, authentic bloodlines can only retain their importance. The longevity of an unchanged gene line demonstrates success in evolutionary competition. Over time however, the fitness of a rigidly enforced and ‘sequestered’ gene line will degrade. Consider the hemophilia of the European royal strata.
I would not want the imperial court of the inner system to be pure blue bloods, eschewing genetic manipulation. Rather I would have them take the opposite tack – and embrace genetic engineering in the pursuit of perfecting particular socially valued or distinctive attributes; a roman nose, elongated refined fingers, even the possession of certain ‘noble’ afflictions (for ex., the aforementioned hemophilia as a sign of noble lineage).
The elites should pursue genealogy with the same passion and gusto as horse breeders; studs and mares and percentages of bloodlines, enforced and suppressed gene expressions, surrogates, and gene modes des saisons.
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a bum finds a the wallet and keys of a man who jumped from a bridge
he goes to his townhouse to find something to eat or steal
is impressed and overwhelmed with the man's townhouse
showers, eats, gets cleaned up, finds some clothes
is ready to leave when he helps a woman wrestling with groceries at her door
she thanks him, but looks stunned.
‘are you the man in #560? umm..i have lived here for 3 years and have never actually seen you. you seem to leave so early in the morning and get
home so late and keep to yourself.’
they spend 30 minutes talking, having a generally warm friendly encounter.
‘well, I am so glad to have finally met you. Hope to see you soon.’ As she closes her door, the bum turns to leave but pauses and thinks for a moment, then goes back into the man's townhouse
he pours through the man's papers and keepsakes and learns that the man has no family that he speaks with, no friends, lives off a well-endowed trust fund
and
the bum moves in and takes over the mans identity
he brings warmth and sincerity to the man's identity
what makes a hermit tick? what lengths do they go to to remove themselves from society? does it become a game to avoid contact, trying to become a shadow, a phantom? does society dissolve away as a mental force in their thoughts, atrophy away or does it become an amputated impression?
what divsion line stands between a hermit and convict in solitary? the hermit, by and large, chooses their isolation, the convict has it enforced upon them. at what point does the human need for society or socialization collapse? is there anything left that we can inspect and evaluate? a hermit, however, is able to maintain walls against the Great Other, which would imply that they are seeking refuge from the world. a schizo or an autistic will be physically surrounded by others but unable or incapable of making contact.
when does the will to contact die? what is left over? do humans require contact to retain our humanity? can you love and sacrifice in a vacuum?
what defines humanity? oooh, a big question...
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genetic engineering will continue to deconstruct the human species
there will be catastrophic disasters: gene sequence specific viruses engineered to attack 'types' of people. Der Genkampf
petroleum will be replaced- hydrogen-powered locomotion and green power (in the wealthy states). the poor states will continue to be held hostage to oil politics
(cultures and civilizations do not move forward uneringly. they spasticly jerk forward and fro, in clumps andgrains, never ever as a lemming death drive.)
developed economies will be netized. a new state structure will be needed to manage and dsitribute resources. the corporate structure, the commercial backbone of the capitalist democracy, will replace the republic. it is flexible to markets and political forces, insistent on accountability, it provides a sufficient compromise between individual representation and republican government. they will begin their political evolution as projects in community development. assurances of an educated workforce by charter education. assurances of uninterrupted utilities by running their own power/water etc. net-based marketplaces create corporate agoras. employees are in fact de facto citizens of the corporation. citizenship, or regular employment, will be a reward for merit, stock shares will count towards suffrage.
great corporate collectives will arise. housing, education, security...all the needs of the middle class will be absorbed in the corporate state. the tradtional state will cede roles and responsibilities to the corporate state as their resources dwindle. a few isolated violent reactions (military or legal)by the republics against the corporate states, but they will fail over time. against, or more so, in conjunction with the homogenized corporatsists wil be the diasporae, non-corporates will glom to other modes of networked alignment, ethnic allegiance will become stronger over time - as the chinese, indian, and jewish disporaestrengthen as a formula for a successful competition against/with the corporates.
the american state, succored by its overwhelming techo-military supremancy, loses its mission, its vision - substitutes will to dominate for will to excel - and falls into the deep narcotic, insulated slumber of the unassailable. GE, nano, and the banknote net weaken the mythic cohesion of the american spirit. we are no longer united by common experience (mass-mediated or otherwise) the promise of science to make us stronger, smarter, near immortal is held like a manifest destiny or a divine IOU for services rendered to humanity.
Leica M8, Voigtlaender NC 35/1.4. Stephen Kettle's slate sculpture of Alan Turing at Bletchley Park, Buckinghamshire. Bletchley Park during WWII was Britain's codebreaking and intelligence centre. Turing was an extremely gifted mathematician, cryptanalyst and one of the fathers of computer science and AI. During the war years, he worked at Bletchley Park, improved the (pre-war) Polish Bomba decryption computer and, in 1941, was responsible for breaking the encryption of the German Enigma machine (seen here as part of the sculpture) that was used by the German navy.
JUNE 1-25
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One of my Favourite Events, I love the style (cyberpunk, robotic, technologic), and the vibes <3 DON'T MISS IT <3
Jessie sez:
"Oh dearie me! I has just finished Brushtail Mousie's annual financial accounts and it makes for some serious reading.
Because of the enormously successful initial public offering of her new Duck-Quack Banknote (counterfeit of course), the accounts are showing unprecedented levels of taxable profit.
Not sure what to do for the best now. If I sign off these accounts as they stand at the moment, poor old Taxman-Cat will go ballistic and send round the bailiffs. I FINKS the best thing to do is to encrypt and save them to mi' cat-laptop hard-drive, delete the encryption password and then create a new set of accounts entitled "I is as poor as a little church mousie!"
That should do the trick and throw Taxman-Cat off the scent of all that dosh (Gazillions in this case).
I FINKS that's what you could describe as creative accounting?"
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//Recovered data from the battle of Leethum//
//Pvt. Dan'Fer's log//
The Rebels are relentless. It's a daily routine, fight, run, fight, and hide. I have blaster bolt imprints all over my armor. Theres small cracks in the armor that keep poking me when I climb the rocks . I was shot in the leg when I was climbing and fell off. I tended to it but it it didn't do much. I see something in the distance but can't make it out. I called out and it started to come my way. It was an imperial transport. The trooper in red hopped off and scanned the area. The other one walked over to me.
"get up trooper."
//data encryption failed//
//data end//
"Sometimes it is the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine"
The Enigma machine cracked by people at Bletchley Park who were probably overlooked for their ability to help the War effort and save millions of lives.
I know what it feels like to be considered someone who has little to offer the World. I didn't have a great start as a youngster, but I turned it around and consider myself a worthwhile person and I hope the World is a little better for me being in it.
A wonderful weekend to all my Flikr friends (and non Flikr for that matter)
Regards
Mark x
A German military encryption device, the most advanced of its time, so much so that solving it lead to the invention of the computer.
My 24th build against Jimmy in my Iron Builder.
Enjoy!
David
Flit types quicker than the human eye would fully register, she's cracking the stolen corporate document by translating over 40 billion lines of code layered on top of each other in an intricate weave of misinformation. The numbers, letters and symbols encrypted here are in the process of being eliminated, excerps of useless filler are almost like a game of pac man to her computer brain, it's stimulating her entertainment drives.
15 minutes into a partial cloaked as a syntax error she locates a folder labelled:
F.L.I.T
Functional Life Imitation Technology.
She quickly uploads a copy into her harddrive after rerouting the embedded tracking device.
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CREDITS
*Bolson / Tattoo - Hort (*Appliers* Maitreya/Slink)
Blueberry - Asia - Leather Jacket (Maitreya fitted)
{co*ffee} VirtuaMask GigerStyle
DRD - Geekmania - Neckwrap (RARE)
DRD - Post Apocalytpic Nerd - Rings Black
[flit ink] Scarface Eyesore // Slink Visage Applier
[flit ink] Battle Scars // Torso Tattoo (raw, healing, faded)
.ID. Light Sensitive/Bloodshot - Ice
little bones. Break @Uber
Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara V3.3
[MANDALA] Stretched ears Omimi Tunnel (Hole_size_5/L)
[NeurolaB Inc.] EV3 ANDROID Hand (R) (8 Poses) 1.5
[NikotiN] Classic Joint - Nextgen (Blunt Wrap)
.random.Matter. - Taint Septum - Gold
Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands V2.1 - L - Relaxed
T. Throat Mic
SCENE
[DBy] Central Sound Server
floorplan. locker bookcase / grey
[ kunst ] - Engel chair / black - gold [PG] - C
xin + toro // gun racks + RARE
xin + toro // hacking station
Literally.
For the black and white theme I thought I should shoot an object from a time when black and white was predominant.
These are the rotors from a three-rotor German Enigma cryptography machine owned by the United States National Cryptographic Museum and displayed at the National Security Administration booth at the RSA security conference in San Francisco, California.
Converted to black and white with the Ilford FP4 Plus preset in Digikam.
Strobist: Single 430EXII RT held just outside the frame above the rotors.
As the 21st century dawned, an emerging generation of artists expanded the performance of self-fashioning, in which dress functions as a signifier of disidentification with the dominant social orders; their aim was to formulate modes of expression that affirm communal identity. In an age when issues of race, ethnicity, religion, gender, and sovereignty dominate national and geopolitical discourse, textiles, "as dense and multivalent sites of encryption," may, art historian Julia Bryan-Wilson argues, "alert others to our sense of self and signal our attempt to collectively belong."
In 2003 Liz Collins created "Pride Dress", in collaboration with designer Gary Graham, as part of a series of representations of the seven deadly sins. Today, the tattered gown with its torn and distressed flags precariously tacked together transcends its initial signification to reverberate with the roiling gender wars that rend the fabric of American society.
While the tractor beam guides the container in between the mandibles, the YT-1450 ship computer calculates the small thruster moves necessary to position the container in the precise location for the automatic docking procedure to start. The XL standard container flashes "all clear" and the ship starts interfacing. The container has it's own fuel tank, thrusters and onboard computer. The ship and the container exchange control sequences and encryption keys. Everything is in order. Docking is complete. The Nadir is once again ready to haul some precious cargo across the galaxy.
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Iv'e been thinking about building the Millenium Falcon ferrying a huge container for several years. Those mandibles had to be used for something right? Then the Rebrick FREIGHTER WARS contest came along and I started thinking about building a YT Corellian Freighter. A few days in to the process I was reminded of the container hauling MF, and I realized I had a great opportunity here. Well, it's not the MF, but it's a YT Freighter of my own design hauling a huge container.
I've been building this ship this entire month. Sometimes I had to take breaks from building the Nadir, then I built the container instead. There is a fairly intricate Technic structure inside the container and there are four connection points that connect to the Nadir. It's actually one of the most sturdy SHIPs I've built. (see swoosh video)
Length: 105 studs
As the 21st century dawned, an emerging generation of artists expanded the performance of self-fashioning, in which dress functions as a signifier of disidentification with the dominant social orders; their aim was to formulate modes of expression that affirm communal identity. In an age when issues of race, ethnicity, religion, gender, and sovereignty dominate national and geopolitical discourse, textiles, "as dense and multivalent sites of encryption," may, art historian Julia Bryan-Wilson argues, "alert others to our sense of self and signal our attempt to collectively belong."
In 2003 Liz Collins created "Pride Dress", in collaboration with designer Gary Graham, as part of a series of representations of the seven deadly sins. Today, the tattered gown with its torn and distressed flags precariously tacked together transcends its initial signification to reverberate with the roiling gender wars that rend the fabric of American society.
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While the tractor beam guides the container in between the mandibles, the YT-1450 ship computer calculates the small thruster moves necessary to position the container in the precise location for the automatic docking procedure to start. The XL standard container flashes "all clear" and the ship starts interfacing. The container has it's own fuel tank, thrusters and onboard computer. The ship and the container exchange control sequences and encryption keys. Everything is in order. Docking is complete. The Nadir is once again ready to haul some precious cargo across the galaxy.
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Iv'e been thinking about building the Millenium Falcon ferrying a huge container for several years. Those mandibles had to be used for something right? Then the Rebrick FREIGHTER WARS contest came along and I started thinking about building a YT Corellian Freighter. A few days in to the process I was reminded of the container hauling MF, and I realized I had a great opportunity here. Well, it's not the MF, but it's a YT Freighter of my own design hauling a huge container.
I've been building this ship this entire month. Sometimes I had to take breaks from building the Nadir, then I built the container instead. There is a fairly intricate Technic structure inside the container and there are four connection points that connect to the Nadir. It's actually one of the most sturdy SHIPs I've built. (see swoosh video)
Length: 105 studs
Black and white image of the plugboard, keyboard, indicator lights and encryption setting wheels of a rare German World War II 'Enigma' machine at Bletchley Park.
January 2017
If you're a fan of the cyber, sci-fi style you can't miss the ultimate futuristic event of SL.... Cyber Fair by ACCESS is coming!!!
CYBER Fair March 4th-24th Designer Application!
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This Fair is strictly themed: Cyberpunk, Cyber, Tech, Sci-fi, Robotic Designs, Futuristic, cybernetic, bionic.
www.access-sl.com/cyber-fair-by-access
We will be searching for specific Designers - experienced in this theme.
Do not apply if this is not your style, please!
Applications close January 20th
Link here: forms.gle/jkjDSeXBLBaJLpGR6
organized by ACCESS
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Once upon a time, a lock and key was the only way to secure and protect information, files and details. But with the evolution of technology all can now be stored with codes and encryptions. HMM!
As the 21st century dawned, an emerging generation of artists expanded the performance of self-fashioning, in which dress functions as a signifier of disidentification with the dominant social orders; their aim was to formulate modes of expression that affirm communal identity. In an age when issues of race, ethnicity, religion, gender, and sovereignty dominate national and geopolitical discourse, textiles, "as dense and multivalent sites of encryption," may, art historian Julia Bryan-Wilson argues, "alert others to our sense of self and signal our attempt to collectively belong."
In 2003 Liz Collins created "Pride Dress", in collaboration with designer Gary Graham, as part of a series of representations of the seven deadly sins. Today, the tattered gown with its torn and distressed flags precariously tacked together transcends its initial signification to reverberate with the roiling gender wars that rend the fabric of American society.