133t 5kI115 LFG, PST ASAP, An In Character ShadowSea Posting - 2071 Options

[JFixer]

>>> 133t 5kI115 LFG, PST ASAP

Fresh in from the woods and seeking a new group. PST!
Not a n00b but new to the Emerald Shadows. Ootsen-sama gave me the star to post here.
Hacker.
No RL PVP.
Top -2- spots on SRO. 4SRS! Can't fight myself so I doubt I'm gonna lose it! LOL!
Need 0-SIN travel advice and some help cracking agent ident-codewarez.
Pls help?
Alias 4 rlz!


((Hacker Lingo -> English -> Translation Follows))

I'm stepping off the bus from Tir Tangire -right now-. I've got loaded Emerald City mapsoft, directions to a cheap and sleazy coffin motel, and my eyes on an empty apartment in Renton. I can have it by tomorrow morning.
I know my way around a shadowrun, but I havn't done it in Seattle yet. Ootsen-Sama vouches for me, and he's the reason I'm on ShadowSea.
I am a matrix specialist, but I do -not- carry or fire a gun. I'm likely to hurt myself or my run-mates trying. I can, however, lay down and cry if I need to suck up some sympathy! I pull a little secondary face-work to supplement my Matrix Skills.
I have a lot of friends in the online community, and a great deal of experience with SRO, including two top-spots, which puts me in a secure position, preventing me from losing to my own record.

I run a little agent heavy, but it takes forever to crack one of these things to run multiples in the same node, and I'm happy to share warez with someone for some decryption help! Like many SINless, I also have a bit of trouble traveling, and if someone can please put me in touch with a SIN dealer on here, I'd be highly appreciative. How does anyone get around without a SIN?

Alias For Real (translation fail-fail, meaning unclear?)

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Merge closes the file, loading the profile into the database to show the ethereal backlit pale on pale elf that serves as her Avatar, the interactive artwork clearly custom, as befits a 'leet matrix specialist', and closes the connections, wiping much of the spoofed datatrail out through the proxies and hiding the interaction traces from the system.

Charli, meanwhile, takes a slow breath, opening eyes as pale as an infants and gently massaging around the orbital sockets, staring down at the single backpack on that slim, grimy patch of floor. One night in a coffin motel, and then we're moving into a new place. Laying back Charli pulls up the AR interface from that implanted commlink, a custom Transys Avalon job with a tweaked out and optimized OS, loaded with semi-legal programs and supported by a porn-star personality program that still has fourteen year old Charli Iltsentannen squeezing some sweaty private time in the wee hours when the parental units aren't pounding on the door to shut down the 'link and go to bed.

Charli spends some time in the meat, browsing favorite sites and tagging info into the blogs and face-journals of friends all over the world, while memory tugs at the corners of the mind. Memories of the three days spent locked in the matrix when Charli was eight... memories of a kiddy overlay burned onto the expensive artifical retinas, kiddy-overlay that Charli can still see just barely on closed eyelids... 'my first comlink' indeed. Charli's datajack still itches sometimes, the expensive custom-made holistic friendly (certified, not guaranteed) alphaware still clashing with the flickers of code that float, broken, through Charli's mind...

It sings. But Charli resists long enough to set programs to cook and datapacks to decompress and delivery timers to send up warning flares into the home node. Charli resists... but the resonance still sings. Minutes feel like hours. Hours feel like days. Charli can barely keep expensive cybernetic eyes off the little egg-timer window that watches that ShadowSea post... a tiny rating one sleuth Charli often calls 'Snoopy'.

Charli hacks a new life out of the Seattle economy, on fourty nuyen and pure talent. Charli dives into the Matrix, just above the line of submersion, and listens to the whale-song, the screaming code-fall of the Emerald City. A new Technomancer still wet behind elven ears, with Alias whispering just beneath the song.