Read Cyber Kittens and Cowboys for Free Online

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her desk fiddling with vanilla files and low stack of papers then
calls, loudly. “Exit out, Miss Craft. You’ll be using this
computer, here.” Geneva pats, gently thin plastic black frame of
plasma monitor. “Latest model from Uncle Sam, higher RAM with less
computing time. Time’s another factor that hackers hog when
defacing web sites. This is our grandest weapon.” She turns, slowly
& smiles, wickedly at Pamela. “Sign in, while I retrieve
Stockton.” Geneva leaves, quickly out door.
     
    Pamela stares, studiously at new sleek black
computer plasma screen. ID as exposed password hangs, lifelessly in
Cyber space. She presses, lightly ENTER. Screen re-boots to gloomy
pic of dark, damp caves. Pamela observes, studiously the screen
saver. Geneva returns with Stockton from potty break as Pamela taps
single key, reveals, prettily vertically familiar ICONS on standard
PC of Word app, Excel app, Point power app, Internet app &
colorfully buttons.
     
    Geneva invades Pamela’s space, types, roughly
on keyboard as letters CIA gleams. Pamela comprehends,
immediately assignment, lesson and danger that Geneva wants her to
hack active traceable legal government website.
     
    Geneva places, gently small paper at Pamela’s
elbow automatically Pamela’s eyeballs scans, curiously words. Black
numbers represents active IP address.
     
    Pamela studies, continuously at paper &
talks, very carefully. “Ms. Lassater, I don’t understand why you
need me for this difficult assignment. I’m obviously a novice at IP
generation…”
     
    Geneva stares, seductively at CIA website.
“Your binary language skills, of course will be very valuable in a
few more minutes.”
     
    Pamela neck snaps to her. “So, is this
another test of IP address protocols?”
     
    Geneva eye burns screen then smiles, wickedly
& talks, softly. “Sorta. Go ahead, use your new skills.”
     
    Pamela types, slowly all correct numbers in
white box as CIA letters disappear & replace with JAVA computer
language controlling the meat of website. “Where do you install the
.exe file?” Geneva leans, heavily into screen. Pamela instructs,
slowly step by step. “First, I convert to OS.” Screen changes,
magical from short sentences to sequences of repeating command
grouped in sections for EQUATES,CONSTANTS, DATA, EXECUTION BEGINS
HERE, EXECUTION TERMINATES HERE, END. “Then, I open NAMEBIT. See
file status holds 0 = no changes, 1 = changed. I type number 1 for
change.”
     
    Screen blinks into smaller portion of new
categories Wb_Main, Wb_Proc, Wb_Paint along with other Website
routines for controlling the site. Pamela points, rudely at symbol,
lectures, educationally. “Wb represents website while proc contains
menu message commands.”
     
    “We know that. Do your thing, Pamela?” Geneva
commands.
     
    “Alright, I scroll down to Wb_Command.”
Pamela explains.
     
    “Ya need to state size and create the file
before you can execute it, cutie?” Stockton breathes, heavily bad
garlic breathe from breakfast burrito into her jaw line as nostrils
inhale sour odor.
     
    Pamela adjusts, brilliantly. “Wb_Create would
actually notify that…a person…is hacking the system. I by-pass
painting any additional bytes utilizing used parameter storage as
my program runs its task.”
     
    “Clever, girl.” Stockton comments.
     
    “Definitely, smart maneuver around security.”
Geneva huffs.
     
    “Inside Wb_Command,” Pamela stops,
suddenly.
     
    “Go on! Insert your program.” Geneva orders,
commandingly.
     
    “I’m reading the command statements for the
right position.” Pamela details, fully. “If I pick wrong spot,
their program skips over my sub-routine claiming it as false
statement.
     
    “How long did it take you to figure where to
install your first app?” Geneva demands.
     
    “Trial and error, mostly.” Pamela comments,
giggles, lightly.
     
    “How many times did you fail, Pamela that’s
the correct question.” Stockton adjusts,