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There is this little place that I know, where unexpected things can happen. One says that it's a magical place, some say that is a sin place, no matter what do you think, in this place called "Les Garcons" in typical nights people come in packed of dreams, catalyzed by alcohol and good music. A place where criminals become good fathers and prostitutes become respectful wifes.In "Les Garcons" everybody is accepted like they are no matter who they are, it's always a place for every soul that need to grab a drink and have some release from the craziness of life.Nobody knows how to explain, some are skeptical others crazy about it, but there you can expect the unexpected.When there's no more hope and you face the end, there is the place where hard sad hearts can find some warm, where a dry throat can find something to wet it, where a hug is never denied and if you are worth it, you can find much more.One says that devil works in the details and it's marvelous how a simple thing can change all the course of your life. A smile, a blink of eyes, a leaf falling from the tree, a red traffic light, a missed bus, a shot of tequila... all of this small and apparently insignificant events has the power of life's changing and all the love stories starts with something like this. One could say that is just the luck, others could say that is just chaos acting, devil or god, no matter how you call, for this story I gonna call "magic".Two bodies, two persons, which one from one side of the world, but both of them with the same desires and wishes.Which one with their own stories, memories, frustrations from this journey called life, which one with your own baggage.An improbable meeting, an improbable story... but remember, there in "Les Garcons" is the place where magic exists and acts on the details.You know, don't get me wrong, this story isn't about love or romanticism, this story is about how magic acts in the small things and that can change all the course of your life.She came inside opening the entrance door, normally people are not noticed when they came inside "Les Garcons", but she was different, a very pretty young Eastern European, with radiant eyes but reluctant looking, with a black dress that accentuates her body curves that could warm any soul and could find fit in any bed.And he was there, in deep thoughts trying to figure out the meaning of his life and if exists such meaning... digesting all the suffering that wrong choices could bring to life, waiting no more that the effect of alcohol take place in his body and forgetting his loneliness when suddenly a thought came into his mind, something about some important philosopher: "The best of the worlds that could occur in your life is occurring now!", but his life was just shit.Two bodies, two souls, so improbable story, so improbable meeting, but remember, there in "Les Garcons", magic
can happen.Despite the improbability, there they are, with their dreams.She walked to the bar crossing all the eyes on her, all the wolfs, all the bad and the good guys was looking to her as she approached the bar. When she got there the barman was ready to take serve, a drink or his life, one could do anything just to get her attention. - A perfect manhattan, please! She said."A beating of a butterfly's wings in Japan could make an earthquake in the USA, right? But what about my life? The same bullshit happening all the time and doesn't matter how many butterflies flying, nothing changes..." He thought.She was so pretty and empowered by that black dress, but also so delicate. They were so close and so unnoticed that they haven't realized at the time that their lives were about to change.One guy came to the bar, the first guy to try to get the girl, offering to pay her drink:- Hey princess, could papa pay you a drink?- Where do I come from, princess don't accept drinks from papas, a princess can afford her own drink... thanks!That was he notice her: "What a fuck... a free drink? Why not accept it?" he thought, having a glimpse of her backing to his beer."She is so hot", he thought."This guy looks my father", she thought.She sipped the drink while her face showed the perfection of it. That is a thing about "Les Garcons", the cocktails are the state of perfection.- Another beer, please! He said.- A beer for my favorite thinker. Said the barman."Thinker? He doesn't look like intellectual, he looks more a truck driver, not like a thinker, but anyway, he is a cute truck driver.", she thought.She had another sip of the manhattan meanwhile he tried to look at her again."Ow my fucking god, she is really pretty... should I say something to her? Bullshit, every time the same fucking thing happen when you talk with a pretty girl: she smiles to you and in the next second she punches you.", he thought.That tension grows between the two, but nobody knew what to say or how to begin."Think of something smart and funny to say to her", he thought."Hope he doesn't say me anything stupid", she thought.The barman looked to them seeing on their faces the shyness."Get your place man, a woman that asks for a perfect manhattan is beyond your capacities", he thought."Actually truck's drivers are nice guys, my father was a truck driver", she thought.The drinks run out faster when you think more than you talk."Fuck, I'm not drunk enough to talk with her", he thought.- Another beer, please! he said.- Another manhattan, please! she said.The barman served them with another round."I'm getting drunk", she thought."I need to be drunk", he thought.- Hey girl, may I pay you a drink? One of the wolfs asked her."Fuck, motherfucker... I just lost my opportunity, forget about it man", he thought.- Thanks but I just got mine, thanks! She said turning her neck to the bar letting the guy a bit
confused."Fuck, I can't offer her a drink, she isn't accepting any drink." He thought.And the tension grew between the two. Two souls imprisoned in their cocoon, desperate to find one each other, but no secure enough to do it.And when I said that magic happens in "Les Garcons", is that I mean, everything was about to change, just for a simple thing.- Hey guys, you look likes you need some tequila, these are on the house! Said the barman.That was the first moment they looked one each other.The barman took the bottle of tequila and like a magician poured that magic liquid in the glasses over the bar, lime and salt in the shine glasses and they looked one each other with shine eyes but no much words, it was like they realized that their lives were about to change.- There we go, tequila to warm lovely souls. Said the barman.- It's cool that you accepted this drink, looked like you don't like to have free drinks. He said.- I accept drinks just when I want, she said.- To what we gonna cheers? He asked.- Let's cheers to the new things in life. She answered.And meanwhile that magic liquid goes down their mouth, passing through their throat warming their chests and giving them that bliss, making them feel that everything takes place when a butterfly flap wings no matter where and they looked one each other with the sure that from that moment everything will be alright, the rest my dear, the rest is story.
Chaos looks be the only force that could be applied to human life and was this force that brought me at this part of the world and at this time. Causality, Karma, behaviorism, God, science are just excuses to the trying of put some order in life. Humans Beings are so scared to see the reality that we created this conception to hide the truth: life has no meaning.We have created all of this conception just to be more comfortable in life. It's no more than a strategy for survival in the chaos. And we became so dependent of our illusion that is no other way than wear those glasses.The only reason I accepted wear glasses is to tell this story, to share this journey, and for that for now I took the glasses of CAUSALITY.I have tried don't wear any glasses, but for blood hell almost I got blind and crazy.After all looks like I need glasses, and these glasses makes life looks like a giant puzzle, these glasses make events looking obvious, makes everything have a sense. Sometimes it's necessary grab yourself in such illusion.Like in a puzzle, in live It is necessary spend time and energy making mistakes and more mistakes, going to the wrong path and came back. It's like after have chosen all the wrong pieces you finally pick up the right one and the big draw start to make some sense. About puzzles and life, there is no magic, no guides, no shortcuts, the thing is: you have to try and try again, making mistakes, making hell of mistakes, and if you are not a jerk, you gonna learn how to assemble those pieces of puzzle.Looking back through my early childhood, I think now - maybe some pieces of the puzzle are assembling - that wasn't waste of time had spent to much time in my refugee - my unforgettable fig tree in a meadow close by my old town where I have grown up. My fuck town, such small town inhabited by such small souls.Just for escape from them I used to spend all my afternoon reading books about philosophy, esoterism, secret societies and religion. In my favourite book which was a compendium of Plato texts, inside of it there was a folder map with some dashes pointing where I should visit after grew up. The phrase that open the book was a famous frase from oracle of delphi attribute to Socrates: 'Know Thyself'.Interesting how that map and that phrase denoted two important journeys I have to took in life. One towards inside and one towards outside.Living now at the Babylon city, I realize how precious was that time I dived through the books just to run away from the nasty older boys. But no matter how far I am, the same feeling of loneliness is still inside on me. Of course now I know much better how to defend myself from no matter how threatening is, no more fear... just emptiness.Maybe my approach is wrong, maybe I should change my perspective, maybe Blake was
right when he wrote: "The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom".There is no other way I have to experience everything from every way and maybe one day I will control the chaos.
Current moment."Just a week after the terrible terrorist attack claimed by the Radical Terrorist Group of Iraqi and Syria - RTIS - which killed 12 people, a new event causes an overturn in the geopolitical scenario. A self-described hacker group CyberLords in a coordinated attack to the websites of the major intelligence agencies - cia.gov, sis.gov.uk, defense.gouv.fv - and to the giant weapons company GT5 - largest supplier of weapons in Europe and USA - performing an attack called DEFACE - a technique that removes official pages substituting for any other content - leaving an intriguing message. The websites were down for two hours, time enough for the message spread on the internet and divide the experts and citizens. The message left by CyberLords group is as follows: "A new way of living is emerging and you will no longer in control of minds and bodies from people. The new world we are building will free us from your tyranny. Your select and the powerful group has screwed up our lives for so long and now the time came for adjustment and you gonna pay with your existence. You control are deeper than folks can imagine. But we gonna expose you. You will not longer control what we drink, what we eat, what we wear, you will not control the wars we fight for. You make us think that the shit you gave us is a democracy, but this is not more than your demagogy. And we gonna expose you, we gonna expose your crimes and your wicked behaviour. Your hubris is your weakness, cause here, in this new world you have no more value, your power has no influence here in our world made by zeros and ones... here we are gods. Prepare your grave you gonna die. - CyberLords While Intel agencies are working to find out who is behind the group CyberLords the Coalition of European and American governments has intensified the war against terror. At that moment, hundreds of targets in Syria and Iraq are being massively bombed. Aid agencies claim lives of hundreds of civilians. Estimated data reach the number of over 2000 civilians deaths. The spokesman of the coalition in a broadcast statement a few hours regretted the civilian deaths and affirms the needing for a quick overthrow of RTIS.Two months ago.Emma was waiting for Ghost at the bar - the only thing she knew about him was this: he was a ghost. The meeting took place in a typical Londoner Pub in Brixton district. The place smelled of rotten beer coming from the carpet. Around her a bunch of drunk mans were talking about the terrorist attacks and about the terror's war, in a way so passionate that looked like they were talking about rugby rather the war. That was unglamorous part of London. - Triple Vodka with Cranberry juice, please. - She asked the bartender that looked surprised a girl with deep and beautiful blue eyes and white skin like milk using a veil and asking for a triple vodka. - In strange moments
people do strange things, she thought. - Here it is. - Said the Barman. - For me a neat Jack Daniels. Emma turned her face to check the unnoticed arrival of your unknown host. - I like this city, the only thing that bother me is this winter rain that never seems to stop. - Ghost said. - Looks like the perfect weather to change the world, right? What is it about? - Emma asked looking directly into Ghost's eyes. - I like people who go straight to the point. The plan is simple, unmask the powerful who are behind all the powerful doing all this shit in the world. - What do you expect from me and what I get going into this project? - Asked Emma. - About five months ago, we found a server on the Deep Web where are all the RTIS operations and contacts, we accessed the information and we found spurious transactions between RTIS and GT5. This information led us to monitoring the GT5 and we found that they keep the information in a security network level five. We need you to break into this server while the rest of the group vanish from the Deep Web all about RTIS preventing any new attack they are planning. - I'm not interested in picking a fight with GT5, it seems rather a suicide mission. - Emma said! - Emma, you're a girl with a special gift that you fear to use, you may be confused now, but the answers will come and when they came, you will have opportunity to use your gift in the name of something worthwhile. And, you may use your real name Malika. Enough of living in a world of lies. - Ghost said, pushing a flash drive over the bar toward Emma, as he finishes in a single sip his whiskey. - What's in here and how do you know my real name? - Emma asked impressed. - There is the push you need. - He replied, leaving a twenty pound bill on the counter and heading for the exit door. Emma Malika was a brilliant young, daughter of a syrian woman that had migrated to London cause have been threatened by Islamic extremists for her activism in favour of women's rights in Islamic societies. Her father was a software engineer at MI6 in the transition from analog to digital espionage. His father had been killed in a field mission which was never entirely clear, but the official statement is that he was a hero who prevented a terrorist attack in London. His father wanted her only daughter had an English name and her mother an Arab, that was the reason he was named Emma Malika. After her fathers death, she stopped to use her Arab name, trying to forget what have happened. For Malika, codes, network security protocols, hacking, denial of service, exploits, deep web, were its most common language. Even before finishing college at Oxford, she already had a job in a big technology company, taking care of security networks.
Malika was happy with her life without major complications in London, she let the complicated things for the virtual world. But in recent months much had changed. There was a hole in her chest since her father died, now more than ever claimed to be filled. With the flash drive in her hands, she realized that there were only two ways to go: forget everything about war, terrorism, unexplained death of her father or stick that flash drive on her computer. For both ways there was no back, this was a choice about the blue or the red pill. Anyway if there was something wrong about her past she needed to know the truth, perhaps only then she could use her abilities for something more important than protect network corporations. She inserted the flash drive at the computer and after carefully read all the documents that were inside, she could not contain herself and tears came to her eyes and a sob came over her chest. She slammed the notebook screen crying aloud trying out her indignation. It was already clear she had to do, and there was no time to lose. Back in the present moment somewhere in London.- What we are doing now will change the world, we're facing a memorable moment. Let's show the society its worst disease and its remedy will not be easy to swallow. Enough of this life of lies told by those in power in name of an even more powerful group. This night we will look into the eyes of the beast and pluck its heart. As she listened Ghost making his speech, Malika looked around the hangar where they were. A large, empty warehouse with some tables, servers, many cables around and a large screen on the wall. They were part of the group two more people besides Ghost. Chat, who was a charming French guy who looked about 23 years. And Line, a girl who looked more like a cyberpunk character movies, with tattoos spread throughout her body and a partially shaved hair. - The tracking script in TOR is almost over. - Chat exclaimed. Soon we will have a table with all the sites of RTIS. - What about the Russians? Ghost asked Line. - They are ready, waiting for our command. - Do you trust the Russians? - Malika asked the Ghost. - They are our only alternative. Russian hackers were mercenaries working always at the best price. They had no ethics and no code and Malika did not trust them, so she had a plan B, which would use only if needed. - Do not worry about the Russians - Ghost said, Be ready when the time comes, so we gonna take down the main servers and when the backup servers came up you have 5 minutes before they applying the new firewall rules to invade and transfer files. Malika typed in your Debian station terminal the command: # nmap 192.168.0.1 -ssp U: 53,111,137, T: 21-25,80,139,8080, she was just waiting for the time to run it. - Put the
Russians in the game. - Said Ghost to Line. - DDoS attack started. - Replied Line while everyone looked at the graph on the main screen. A DDoS attack - Distributed Denial of Service - overload a server by sending multiple packets of information through thousands of zombie computers infected by viruses until the target server can not process these requests and go offline. The graph on the screen showing the evolution of requests to the server. A growing line showed that the attack was being successful. It was only a matter of time. - The cluster servers are offline - shouted Line enthusiastic. - Your moment to shine Malika. - Ghost said. Malika enters multiple codes on your terminal and pressed [enter]. - I'm doing a scanner on the backup server ... no, no, no... Something wrong. The safety rules have been applied, I cannot pass through the firewall to reach the server. - Malika shouted angrily. Ghost sat at the front of his computer typing commands on the keyboard so quickly that was possible just see a blur of his fingers. - How is that possible, the rules should be offline. - Ghost replied. - Shit, shit, shit ... But it's online! I said we should not trust the Russians. - The table of addresses in the TOR are updated, said Chat, I can run the deletion script at any time. - Only that isn't enough, we need the GT5 information, with the active firewall our plan is not worth anything. - Exclaimed disappointed Ghost. At that moment everything seemed to have come to an end, the revolution even had chance to start. - I know a way Malika said. - With the active firewall, you do not have a chance to get on the server, and there is no way to break down the firewall. They have the most secure firewall ever developed. - Ghost said. - But I will not break down the firewall, I will only deceive it. At college I coded a tool I called R.U.D.Y. if we find the server with the security rules, we can simulate an attack by sending new routing tables, making the firewall see the server that we dropped instead the backup server. I need a table with network addresses. - Baby, leaves that to me, I'm scanning all the GT5 network - said, Line. - The table is in your terminal. At that moment, Malika starts her script R.U.D.Y. with the information Line sent. White lines of code down without stopping in a black background in Malikas terminal. - Come on Malika, said Ghost hopeful. While Malika ran the attack on the firewall, she knew she had little time to invade the server, a chill took Marika body, maybe the effect of adrenaline in your system. - I'm almost there, almost there - Malika answered with agony. Everyone looked at the big screen in the hangar. - I managed, firewall is off. Malika starts her attack. Silence and apprehension took care of the place. Malika stood motionless in her chair,
only her fingers moved. - I'm in - said Malika. - We're making history ladies and gentlemen. - Ghost said. Malika looked through folders and files while the directories were listed, she had a sense of the amount of dirty was stored there. Directories with files from Vietnam to the war against terrorism, passing through 11/09, and the terrorist attacks in London, France, Germany. Business with almost all African dictators, with Saudi Arabia, Afghanistan, Iraq. One folder got her attention: MI6 Agents. - Compressing files... - Transferring Files ... Malika said. - TOR's Network attack status? - RTIS has swept from the internet, they will not recover from this attack until the creation of a new internet. - Chat replied. - Files transferred, rising to the Wikileaks. - Emma Marika, you are remarkable girl, you got it. The chaos that lies ahead will be worth the new world that will arise. Again, David defeated the giant Goliath, the world owes this to you. You can now use your full name now, finally justice for the world and for you. - Ghost said to Malika. - Start evasion - Yelling to everyone. They destroyed all information that could compromise them with drills and hammers destroyed the hard drives of all computers. They said goodbye and left the hangar.Two weeks after the invasion.Major news websites, all spoke about the same thing: "Hacker Group Cyberlords leaks documents proving connection between the governments of France, UK and the US with indirect arms sales to RTIS via Saudi Arabia." "Arms Company GT5 is prosecuted for influence political decisions in the White House, US President is removed from office." "Millions of protesters around the world are still in the streets to demand reforms. In France, the president does not stand up to manifestations and head off the presidency." "The RTIS group communication network is dismantled, information say the RTIS will spend years to restructure its network." "Bombings in Syria and Iraq are paralyzed, troops evacuate the place. The United Nation discusses the best way to help the region rebuild. " "Dozens of killings in the UK have been ordered by the GT5, including the MI6 software engineer. Documents show that he knew about GT5's actions."