Uncontrolled Blunt Power
“This better be good!” The fearsome Sheik frowned down at his IT manager with all his uncontrolled blunt power. His towering height over the tiny man was made more imposing by the underling being seated. “You pulled me away from a lovely lady. We were looking at blunt cards and laughing.”
“Bluntly sir, there’s been a system crash.” The diminutive man trembled because his news definitely didn’t fit the label of ‘good’. “It was the maximum amount of blunt force applied to traumatize us.”
“The maximum is a seldom achievable superlative,” the Arab held his ominously looming posture while he pulled out a package of blunts, “it’s as saying a car is the fastest or a woman is of ultimate sexiness.” He lit his blunt.
“This blunt power of this computer attack was far too brutal for a lesser description.” The computer man wasn’t used to human confrontation and his fear dripped on the blotter in the form of sweat: the office gossip hinted that the blunt smoking boss had actually killed employees that angered him. “I don’t know how a hacker could’ve cause applied blunt force worse damage than this one did.”
“Your duties to be blunt,” Ghazi’s caustic words sprayed out complete with an acid rain of spittle, “were to prevent digital intrusion. What I will do to you could be your caption on a blunt card.”
“Achieving the ultimate in security,” the small man arrived at his terror saturation point and drew resolve from it, “is as impractical as finding a female who is too good in bed. Even with my administrator access, I don’t think I could’ve equaled such an excessive plateau of devastation.”
“Do be blunt and describe it for me.” Puffing on his blunt cigar, Ghazi’s aggression subsided in the shadow of the impending revelation. Trepidation the IT man previously had—transferred back to the employer. As a barracuda leery of a mackerel, the sheik shied away from the desk. “Give it to me in minute detail.”
“The hacker collapsed our firewall like he was hammering at it with a blunt instrument. I don’t know how, as there are no records remaining. Once inside the security, he must have gained access to password files but that can’t be checked either. Not a scrap of information remains nor a digital blunt card.”
“How do you know that if the logs have been altered?”
“From the actions he was later able to perform, he needed to have total permissions and those could only be obtained from the root directory.” The information technologist wiped perspiration from his forehead. “Sir, I didn’t say the assess history registries were changed. They are gone.”
“A vandal broke into our system but deleted evidence of his actions?”
“Not quite—I mean. Bluntly I’m afraid to tell you everything.”
“Was it your fault?”
“The hacker froze the duty tech’s monitors: he was unaware until it was too late. By the time I responded here, the system was long gone.”
“Then tell me straight out or you will have reason for your dread because I will rain my blunt force down onto you.”
Blunt Card Hacker
“All the data is gone.” The tech manager had used his laptop plugged directly into the storage devices: that was the only way left to find out.
“How much information will be lost when we restore it?”
“Our backups were done for each of seven days, then the weeks worth went to a file until each month ended when a compilation was then stored. ”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
To be blunt – the power is gone
“After first erasing the data, the hacker must’ve spoofed the system into running consecutive backups corresponding to the appropriate dates and saving nothing but digital blunt card images. If he didn’t use high-security erasing protocols then we might eventually be able to reconstruct some of it. I haven’t been able to determine that yet.”
“The server computers are also destroyed.”
“Was he physically in the building to bludgeon them with a hammer?”
“He wasn’t here but short of using blunt force to smash the boxes with a hammer—he couldn’t have done more harm. After the data was wiped out, he worked on the hardware. I suppose he set drive heads bouncing on the spinning hard disks like needles until they were blunted. They are pitted and irretrievable. Then he must’ve fed looping equations into the processors from random access memory. The chips ran continuously and built up heat until they fried themselves.
“Then he left the network?”
“To be blunt, there was really nothing left to leave. It would be like his talking on a phone with someone in a city obliterated by a nuclear bomb.”
“What do we still have left of Omani Corp’s computer system?”
Bluntly, the cards are fried
“The computers in personal offices that were to be switched off at the time of the incursion should still be operational.”
“This is going to cost a fortune.” The bin Omani CEO dropped his face into his hands and he stabbed out his blunt into the ashtray. “I have to replace the whole infra net and rebuild the data from my subsidiary companies.”
“I’ve been getting calls from subordinate IT people. There is massive damage in your group’s networks too. They’re all tied into this main hub.”
“All!” Ghazi looked up: his usually tan Arabic skin was chalk white.
Pure Blunt Force Trauma
“The hacker did the maximum damage. It was pure blunt force trauma.” The system administrator had to carefully guard his expression. Perversely, he had to take his hat off to the talented hacker. Fire fighters often found themselves in awe of a gifted arsonist and the IT tech had witnessed a masterpiece of digital vandalism. “His devastation didn’t miss a trick and that was after breaking a complex firewall touted as frangible only with divine intervention. He might even compose his own blunt card set in tribute.”
“Is there any way—no matter how expensive—of finding who did it?”
“The FBI, Internet backbone providers or maybe Wall Soft would be your best source. Truthfully sir, even knowing if he is traceable is above my league of expertise.”
“Wall Soft?” Ghazi heard the paragraph but only absorbed one snippet and his mind latched on it like a blunt card he had been looking at with his lady friend.
“Their software is the platform on which most others run. ”
The shaken Sheik staggered from the small office. He was too stunned to consider whether he should kill or fire the messenger.
“This will cost millions!” Sheik bin Omani underestimated. The final bill would ultimately come in at quadruple the amount of his lost ship’s worth. “Benson Wall the geek will sorely regret his poor choice of enemies. He will feel the blunt power of my blunt force like a blunt knife ripping through his blunt cards.”