done Matt
Most hackers carefully devised their online monikers, which had to be completely unique. Few had any similarity to their real name; usually a closely guarded secret, but the chosen username would often reveal something about their interests or style. Two of the most famous hackers in history were ‘Cha0s’ and ‘MafiaBoy’, their names chosen to reflect their antisocial approach to the world. Numbers were often used instead of letters to reflect geek-speak and to achieve uniqueness, but Brody believed it showed a lack of imagination.
Brody had based his Fingal username on the hero of some old Scottish poems, secretly referencing that Brody’s ancestry was from Scotland, something that was very visible in the real world because of his blond hair and freckled skin. And if that wasn’t enough, the meaning of the name Fingal was ‘white stranger’, which Brody mentally linked to his own chosen profession of being a white hat hacker. There was one other reason for choosing Fingal, but only his best friend Leroy was privy to this.
He was about to click away, when —
Matt_The_Hatter : So come on then Crooner. Who else offered their services? We all wanna know.
Brody waited. Surely Crooner42 wouldn’t be dumb enough to list everyone? That was against online etiquette.
Mawrpheus: Yeah, Crooner. Who else offered?
Random_Ness: Sure. Let’s see. Who did Matt beat for the job?
Brody knew that Mawrpheus and Random_Ness wouldn’t have responded to Crooner42’s request for penetration testing help because they didn’t have the skills. They were ‘script kiddies’, whose hacking skills were limited to using pre-packaged tools written by others: proper hackers, like Brody. They were just stirring up trouble. He wanted to type something that would deter Crooner42 from replying, but couldn’t think how to word it without giving away that he had been one of those who had proffered his services.
Crooner42: Well, there was only one other . . .
Brody couldn’t believe it.
Just one? Shit, that was him.
He was about to be named. And worse, shamed into losing to that arrogant prick, Matt_The_Hatter. And the forum members all knew he was online because, just two minutes ago, he’d naively offered his congratulations to Matt_The_Hatter.
No one posted anything.
Brody and thirty-one — no, word was spreading as the total now showed thirty-five — other hackers from all over the world held their collective virtual breath.
Crooner42: . . . it was Fingal
“Fuck!” shouted Brody loudly. “Crooner, you fucking idiot!” He became aware of other customers in the café turning to stare at him. Behind the coffee counter, Stefan paused from frothing milk and looked over. Brody apologised, lifting both hands in the air in supplication.
Matt_The_Hatter: Awww, unlucky Fingal. The best man clearly won.
Mawrpheus: Loser!
Doc_Doom: Fingal, ignore them. They’re just fucking idiots. Crooner42, you should be banned from these forums. I’m reporting you to the moderator for breaching forum etiquette. Matt, grow the fuck up.
Brody appreciated Doc_Doom stepping in. He was a good friend.
How could Crooner42 have named him like that? Stupid things like this could negatively affect everyone’s perception of him. And perception was the only reality in cyberspace.
Matt_The_Hatter: Fingal? We all know you’re there. Got anything to say?
Brody considered his options. Attack or bow down gracefully? Brody’s fingers flew over the keys.
Fingal: Fuck off Matt. I offered my congratulations earlier. That should be enough. The fact that Crooner chose you over me for a job like this already shows how dumb he is. And if he’s that dumb, that means SWY will have holes so big in it that even you might be able to help him.
Matt_The_Hatter: Fuck you Fingal.
Random_Ness: Fight! Fight!
Crooner42: Shit, I’m sorry everyone.
Matt_The_Hatter: There’s no way you’re