Frank Fiore – Novelist & Screenwriter

June 9, 2010

CYBERKILL: The Lost Chapters – Part Three

Filed under: CyberKill — Frank Fiore @ 11:33 AM

They say that an author has to be brutal with his or her edits.

The first few drafts of CyberKill were filled with quite a lot of technology and other information pertaining government programs in an attempt to make the novel as informative and pertinent as possible.

But in the process of some fine advice, editing and story polishing that I received, some of that material was deleted.  But, it is interesting non-the-less.

So, here are some of the lost chapters of CyberKill that contained some very interesting information and technology for discussion.

BTW: These are the raw unedited and unpolished chapters.

This week – Script kiddies and the Seven Daughters of Eve

Now that the DHS meeting was postponed to noon, Cole decided to stop and pick up a cup of java before heading to the office. Cole entered the Lab at 10:30 and as he passed by the team office, Dallas said, “Hey Travis! Was that your train that got creamed last night?”

Stepping into the office Cole said, “Yes it was. I was lucky.”

In my experience there is no such thing as luck, Obe Wan,” Dallas said glibly.

Ignoring the comment, Cole asked, “Where’s Taylor? We’re going to need that draft report for the DHS meeting at noon.”

Dallas was about say that she’s not in yet when Taylor came storming down the hall into the office.

“Stupid, idiot!” she said angrily. “He nearly blew the memory out of my Palm Pilot!”

“What are you talking about,” asked Dallas.

”That jarhead at the security checkpoint,” she fumed. “He was checking it for viruses and he deleted my files.”

“He must be new,” said Cole.

“New or otherwise, he’s still a twit,” Taylor said as she took her PDA out of her purse and placed the device into its HotSync cradle to recover her files.

“So, whatdaya think about the recent cyber attacks?” asked Dallas to the two. “Terrorists or script kiddies?”

“I don’t think they’re script kiddies,” said Taylor. “Now that they’ve killed people.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” said Dallas. Remember the MS-Blast worm awhile back?”

”Yeah, what of it,” said Taylor.

“The Maryland MARC train service was shut down by that worm for the better part of a day. They reported that the result of the shutdown was a signal malfunction.”

“So, what are you saying?” asked Cole.

“Well, you can believe that the signal malfunction that affected the Amtrak train last night was an act of terror, or maybe, just some click kiddie that got in over his head and didn’t foresee the consequences of his hack. It happens. Remember the famous Suki ad? The one run for EDS?”

“No. Enlighten us, O Wise One,” Taylor replied sarcastically.

“The Suki ad was used to show SCADA systems and real-time digital control. Anyway, the TV ad showed a group of employees running around in an auto factory in a panic while you see the robots going haywire, writing something on the side of a car. They can’t control it, they can’t stop it, and it turns out to be a little girl named Suki, sitting thousands of miles away somewhere in Japan, writing her name on the car. She accidentally accessed the auto factory automation network and thought she was writing her name on some online graphics program she had accessed.”

Disregarding Dallas’s rant, Cole said, “At any rate, the DHS is looking into it. If they can find where it came from, it could clear up who did it and why. So lets not jump to conclusions.”

“Yeah,” said Dallas. “Let’s leave the jumping to our warheads. Which they’ll be willing enough to do.”

“Maybe I’ll find out more at the meeting,” said Cole. “I’ll let you guys know.” Looking at Taylor, he said, “Do you have the draft of the Angel Dust beta test results for our meeting with DHS?”

“Yeah, I worked on them last night before I left. It’s good to go.”

“Great.” Opening his briefcase he said, “I want you to add this material I downloaded last night.” As Cole pulled a manila folder out of his briefcase, the FedEx envelope fell onto Taylor’s desk.

“What’s that?” Taylor said noticing the word ‘DNA’ in the return address.

Picking up the envelope, Cole said, “It’s a little family project of mine.”

“Family project?” said Dallas, “Not bringing sensitive files from work to your insecure home are we?”

“No, Dallas. You’re barking up the wrong tree,” replied Cole. “This is about DNA Genealogy. I’ve traced my family genes back to one of the seven European Eves. This an application to trace them back to one of the eighteen original Eves.”
“Huh,” said Dallas.

Taylor, noticed Dallas’ puzzled expression and said, “Is there something His Omnipotence doesn’t know?”

“And I suppose you know what Travis is talking about?” replied Dallas in a condescending voice.

“Yes, Mr. Know It All. I do.”

“Go ahead Taylor,” said Cole. “I’d like to hear this.”

“So would I,” said Dallas.

With an air of smugness, Taylor began, “Every European, according to some anthropological study, can trace his or her evolutionary history back to seven ancestral mother Eves.” Looking at Cole she asked, “Am I correct?”

“It was a group of researchers at Oxford University who did the study and the seven Eves were called the ‘Seven Daughters of Eve’, replied Cole. “Go on, Taylor, you’re doing fine.”

“Anyway, I don’t know a lot about the eighteen Eves but they include the entire genetic lineage of the human race from Africa to their migration all around the world.”

“That’s close enough,” said Cole. “And those eighteen Eves trace back to the ‘mitochondrial Eve’ – the original Eve from which we all sprang.”

“Wow!” said Dallas, “That’s heavy. And so you’re going to trace your genetic line back to one of these Eves, huh?”

“That’s right,” said Cole. “For a mere $299.”

“So, who are these eighteen Eves?” asked Taylor.

“I think they include three from Africa, six from Asia, and nine from Europe,” replied Cole.

“So what Eve do you think your family sprang from?” asked Dallas.

“My European DNA lineage comes from a gal they call ‘Valda’. She was originally from Spain and her later relatives moved into northern Finland and Norway. My family is from Scandinavia.”

“Yeah,” said Dallas. “That explains the blond hair and blue eyes you and Shannon have.”

“Can I have the address of this place, Travis,” asked Taylor. “I’d like to trace my genetic lineage.”

“No need for that,” said Dallas. “I can tell you right now. There’s only digital DNA in your lineage.”

“Bite me,” sneered Taylor at Dallas. “Go back to your square headed girlfriend there, and try to reproduce with that!” pointing at Dallas’s computer.


1 Comment »

  1. Interesting lecture, althoug it can be argued both sides. A bit like talking love spells in the middle of a meticulous paper.

    Comment by Infurponope — June 12, 2010 @ 5:36 AM | Reply

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