Techno-Prosthetic Romantic FuturismHacking the Past"Somebody's been fucking with this," he said to nobody in particular as he scanned the interface that hung in the air before him. He tweaked resolution with a twist behind his earlobe. Yup. Whole poems were missing from the archive. "Tintern Abbey," the 1850 Prelude, the beloved sonnets to capital puniushment. [1] What were these hacker scum up to, these mongrel Zappatistas? How had they hacked their way into the Master Canon? [2] It took him seven clearances to reach information this sacred. And they were burning it. He touched his gun. My God. Were they trying to obliterate sacred history? Rewrite the past? Notes1. Our first successful run, thanks to that wiley Black Hacker, King Equiano. We'd teamed with the Vassists, and it was a smart move. They'd been harassing the Unicorp for years, attacking everywhere, getting nowhere. They had the smarts, we had the access. Codes and decryptors gathered over a decade of quiet infiltration. Our real-time antics were always a ruse. 2. For an inventory of the Master Canon, see The Complete Index of Corporate Knowledge (New York: Norton, 2091), a difficult book to come by. Unicorp digital administrators are required by law to commit it to memory. Navigation |