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(c) С.Лукьяненко
Л А Б И Р И Н Т О Т Р А Ж Е Н И Й
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продолжение
Стянув шлем я поморгал, глядя на монитор. Там - та же самая
картинка. - Вика, спасибо, - сказал я. - Никаких проблем, Леня,
ответила "Виндоус-Хоум". Этой мелкой любезности я научил ее с
неделю назад. Приятно, когда программа выглядит более
человечной, чем должна быть.
- Терминал.
Синева сменилась панелью терминала. Яmanually connected to
to the sixth, standing computer-router, and removed my access.
Then he canceled his temporary address in Austria.
The main threads are broken. Look for me, Al-Kabara guys.
Re-see the files in search of "Ivan Tsarevich". The diver left
trap.
No longer using voice control, I turned off
"Windows Home", dropped into a three-dimensional Norton table, entered
to disk "D", where all virtual loot and small
collection of viruses. Here it is, the “apple” - one and a half megabytes
file. It looks like the most ordinary document for a text editor
"Advanced-Word". However, two more small ones are attached to it
file... watchdog programs? I started scanning
a program designed specifically for such surprises.
Yeah. That's right. These are identifier programs that should
destroy the file if it ends up on someone else's computer.
We know this matter. And we have been insured against it for a long time -
ID programs simply do not see my computer. On
Drive "D" is where I store just such dangerous things.
The scanner also found a surprise inside the text file itself -
a small program that supposedly turns on when
trying to read the information. I didn't expect anything else. I did
a copy of the file onto a magnetic floppy disk, then onto a laser disk. And he began
Gut an apple from al-Kabar's orchards.
Killwatchdog programs without text destruction turned out to be
impossible. I just had to stun them, render them inoperative
condition. Then I tackled the inner surprise. Cut the file
into two dozen pieces, I isolated the guard program. She
turned out to be a completely unfamiliar polymorphic virus, which - and
This was already unpleasant! - managed to catch on to mine
computer. After two hours of continuous work, distracted only by
then to take an aspirin and go to the toilet, I
I was convinced that I couldn’t open the virus.
It was already late evening - the time when hackers are just getting started
to work. I packaged the virus with a piece of text and called Maniac.
I had to wait about two minutes until he picked up the phone. This is for me
lucky - he could well be hanging out in virtuality, indifferent
to calls, fires, floods, and other annoying little things
life.
- Yes?
- Maniac, it's me.
The hacker's voice softened slightly.
- Hello, Lenya. What do you have?
- A new virus in your collection.
- Throw it! - Maniac said, hanging up the phone with lightning speed.
I started the modem and sent al-Kabar's surprise to the greedy
hands of a virus builder. I took bread and sausage out of the refrigerator,
went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Surely Maniac has the virus for half an hour
will take. He will break it for about ten minutes, and then about twenty minutes
admire the structure, laugh at bad decisions, and
frownfinding those moves that he himself had not yet thought of
came. Since the time of the Moscow Convention, which reconciled
facing the inevitable and legalized the production of non-fatal
viruses, he is engaged in their manufacture. He has viruses
they turn out good, capable of hanging any car, and at the same time
time without destroying the information on it.
But Maniac called three minutes later.
- Have you visited Al-Kabar? - he asked in a honeyed voice.
“Yes,” there was no point in lying. -Did you get it done so quickly?
- I couldn’t cope. It's my virus, buddy!
I couldn't find anything better to say:
- Sorry...
The maniac, or simply Sasha in the world, was very serious:
- Did you steal their program?
- Not quite right. But in general - yes, it was built into the file...
-Have you contacted anyone via modem? After receiving
this file?
- No.
“Then you’re lucky,” said Maniac. - You see, this is not
a simple virus, it's a postcard.
I didn’t understand, and Maniac explained:
- Postcard with return address. If the virus detects that
there is communication equipment on the computer, it is glued to
for each of your letters one more - tiny, invisible...
postcard. Without any text, but with your return address.
The letters leave together, and then, from someone else’s computer, a postcard
sent to the Al-Kabara security service.
Everything inside me went cold.
- II got a virus on my car...
- You nailed not the virus itself, but the false reflections that it
created. Especially to lull vigilance. Massive
The programs haven't detected the postcard yet - it's too rare.
- What should I do?
“Give me some beer,” Maniac grinned. - Now you will accept from
I have a letter, there is medicine. Special antivirus. Hints in
It doesn't, you just run the bat file and it checks the machine.
Keep in mind, it will work for a long time, this is not a commercial product, but
so... personal insurance against your own virus.
- Thank you.
- Yes. Lenya, you almost got into big trouble.
“There are a lot of hackers,” I muttered. - Damn, why did you never tell me
didn't tell me about this thing?
- How did I know that you were involved in computer hacking? -
Maniac reasonably objected. - Next time ask me if
you're going to climb some cool places. Okay, turn on the modem.
A couple of minutes later I launched the resulting antivirus. He worked and
really slowly, every minute notifying that it has been detected
"postcard". The polymorph has spread all over the computer.
And indeed I almost got stuck.
Looking at the screen, I built myself a hefty sandwich,
poured a cup of tea and went out onto the balcony. It was already dark, it was dripping
light rain. The air was damp and cold.
Overconfidence kills divers. We are not afraid of danger
virtual world, and this lulls vigilance.And the most offensive thing is that we are not professionals at all. From hackers
for some reason divers fail - they accept the virtual world
like reality.
But I, a mediocre artist from a bankrupt company three years ago
computer game company, who received severance pay
old computer and climbed into the depths, became a diver. One of
hundreds of people living today.
Lucky.
Probably just luck.
10
Five years ago, the virtual world was an invention of science fiction writers.
Computer networks, helmets, virtual suits already existed
we, but it was all a profanation. Hundreds of games have been created where
the hero could move freely in the voluminous and colorful cyber
space, but there was no talk of virtuality.
The world created by computers is too primitive. He doesn't go to
comparison even with cartoons, especially with movies. So what?
talk about the real world? You could run along the painted la-
birinths and castles, fight monsters - or with friends,
sitting at the same computers. But even in feverish delirium
no one would confuse illusion with reality.
Computer networks allowed people all over the world to communicate. But
it was just an exchange of lines on the screens... at best -
next to the drawn face of the interlocutor.True virtuality required too powerful computers,
incredibly high-quality communication lines, titanic work
millions of programmers. A city like Deeptown wouldn't be built
one dozen years.
Everything changed when the former Moscow hacker, and now
successful American citizen Dmitry Dibenko invented
depth. A small program that influences a person’s subconscious.
They say he was obsessed with Castaneda, was into meditation,
I dabbled in weed. I believe. His former friends admit that he
was cynical and lazy, a slob and a mediocre specialist.
I believe it too.
But it gave birth to depth. Ten second video, scrolling
on the screen, is harmless in itself. If shown by
TV (they say that in some countries they risked doing this),
then the viewer will not feel anything, will not become a participant
film. Dmitry himself only wanted to create on the computer screen
nice background for meditation. He created it and let it circulate on the Internet
and for two weeks I didn’t suspect anything.
to be continued...
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