Post by UNKNOWN on Feb 19, 2022 19:42:38 GMT
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[attr="style","display:inline"] RUSH HOUR
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[attr="style","background:linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0,linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-size: 20px 20px;padding:15px;"]The subway station was predictably crowded. Most of them were, at this sort of time- 17:01 on a Friday, just as people were starting to head home. It didn't matter that this particular station was one of the smaller ones in Millennium City. Hell, its relative size contributed more to the density of the crowds, given that they had far less space to disperse here than they might at a larger station. None of this particularly mattered, however. No level of claustrophobia was enough to keep the average salaryman from an early night home, or from an evening out in the city, or however else they might choose to spend their freedoms. As long as those train doors could close, people were going to choose it over waiting for the next. Convenience was everything nowadays, it seemed. Those paperless tap-and-go ticket gates were no doubt a result of this mindset The painfully slow, painfully human station worker who used to manually check tickets in days of yore was replaced by efficiently quick, efficiently accurate computers. This was good. Cain didn't have a ticket.
*BEEP*
He tapped his palm to the contact point, the long sleeve of his coat obscuring the fact that he didn't have any sort of card in hand- though now, in the age of the smartwatch, even that might not garner much suspicion. Still, he needed to perform some kind of physical action to be allowed through without drawing attention to himself. Though it was entirely possible for the gates to be accessed remotely, having them open before him without even glancing at the contact point would be a little unusual. He wasn't meant to seem unusual. Not dangerously unusual, anyway- he could get away with benign quirks, like his too-fashionable attire and his too-casual gait, but visibly hacking into the ticket gates? That would be sub-optimal. No- he had to remain unsuspected for as long as possible, at least until he could get everything in place when the trains arrived.
It was a relatively short walk to the platform, just a couple flights of stairs and a short corridor. Cain weaved himself through the crowd at a carefully-calculated pace, making sure he arrived at the platform at precisely the moment he needed to. He could tell when the train was arriving, you see. These things are all connected to a network nowadays- and, failing that, there were enough cameras within range that he could use those to see it coming anyway. The speed at which he moved was important, here. Not too slow that he missed his opportunity, but not too fast that he actually had the time to board the train. He had to just miss it- and, of course, he succeeded. Cain arrived on the platform just as the train was starting to pull away and immediately slowed his approach, rocking back on his feet from the inertia.
"Ah, shit..."
He muttered under his breath as he pulled a phone out from his jacket, quickly bringing up a train scheduling website in case anyone was glancing over his shoulder. Again, truth was, he had access to the network- he knew exactly when the next train was due to arrive, so he didn't really need to check. The train was in range, now, for a fleeting moment. Cain could exert the same control over it as he could the ticket gates and tracking network, at least before it got too far away. A human mind, no doubt, would be too slow to perform the necessary task of hacking into the train's central operating board, but a machine like him could do it almost instantaneously. Thousands, millions of calculations performed in the blink of an eye, a sophisticated injection of conscious malware that could easily be simplified into four key commands:
> DISABLE MANUAL CONTRROL
> WAIT 612 SECONDS
> ACTIVATE EMERGENCY BRAKE
> ACTIVATE TOTAL VEHICLE LOCKDOWN
By the time the train left his line of sight, it was already too late. By the time the next train arrived, it was even more certain.
*BEEP*
He tapped his palm to the contact point, the long sleeve of his coat obscuring the fact that he didn't have any sort of card in hand- though now, in the age of the smartwatch, even that might not garner much suspicion. Still, he needed to perform some kind of physical action to be allowed through without drawing attention to himself. Though it was entirely possible for the gates to be accessed remotely, having them open before him without even glancing at the contact point would be a little unusual. He wasn't meant to seem unusual. Not dangerously unusual, anyway- he could get away with benign quirks, like his too-fashionable attire and his too-casual gait, but visibly hacking into the ticket gates? That would be sub-optimal. No- he had to remain unsuspected for as long as possible, at least until he could get everything in place when the trains arrived.
It was a relatively short walk to the platform, just a couple flights of stairs and a short corridor. Cain weaved himself through the crowd at a carefully-calculated pace, making sure he arrived at the platform at precisely the moment he needed to. He could tell when the train was arriving, you see. These things are all connected to a network nowadays- and, failing that, there were enough cameras within range that he could use those to see it coming anyway. The speed at which he moved was important, here. Not too slow that he missed his opportunity, but not too fast that he actually had the time to board the train. He had to just miss it- and, of course, he succeeded. Cain arrived on the platform just as the train was starting to pull away and immediately slowed his approach, rocking back on his feet from the inertia.
"Ah, shit..."
He muttered under his breath as he pulled a phone out from his jacket, quickly bringing up a train scheduling website in case anyone was glancing over his shoulder. Again, truth was, he had access to the network- he knew exactly when the next train was due to arrive, so he didn't really need to check. The train was in range, now, for a fleeting moment. Cain could exert the same control over it as he could the ticket gates and tracking network, at least before it got too far away. A human mind, no doubt, would be too slow to perform the necessary task of hacking into the train's central operating board, but a machine like him could do it almost instantaneously. Thousands, millions of calculations performed in the blink of an eye, a sophisticated injection of conscious malware that could easily be simplified into four key commands:
> DISABLE MANUAL CONTRROL
> WAIT 612 SECONDS
> ACTIVATE EMERGENCY BRAKE
> ACTIVATE TOTAL VEHICLE LOCKDOWN
By the time the train left his line of sight, it was already too late. By the time the next train arrived, it was even more certain.
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[attr="style","background:linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0,linear-gradient(to right, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0,linear-gradient(to left, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 0, linear-gradient(to bottom, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 0, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 0 100%, linear-gradient(to top, #C7FF00 2px, transparent 2px) 100% 100%;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-size: 20px 20px;padding:15px"]Cain sat down on a bench in the subway car with the heavy sigh one would expect from someone who had been waiting around on a crowded platform for close to ten minutes. This train wasn't quite as crowded as the other one, but that was to be expected. There were still enough people to fill all the seats, which meant that Cain still had a comfortably large crowd to blend into when things got heated. He didn't seem suspicious for travelling alone on an empty train car, to put it one way. He had plenty of meat-shields, to put it another. He was lounging on the bench, idly tapping on his phone with one hand, with the other resting on his knee. Quite a normal way to sit, really, if a little oblivious towards the personal space of others. Nobody had complained so far.
There was always a gap in the schedule just before five. Before then, trains would run every half-hour- no doubt a major inconvenience for midday passengers in a rush to get to lunch. This meant there was a significant length of unoccupied track between the five-o-clock train and train prior, which gave him a lot of room to work with. The five-o-clock train had missed a couple of stops, you see. In fact, it had missed every single stop on its way to Millennium City Central Station. The driver was most likely trying to fix this issue, but they would find their efforts completely fruitless- something had wrested control of the train from their hands, and it didn't seem willing (or, at present, able) to relinquish. It just kept driving and driving, continuing down its fated path until...
It stopped.
The train in front of them, the five-o-clock service, had completely stopped moving in the middle of the tunnel. Nothing the driver could do could make it move even an inch. To make matters worse—for the people on board, anyway—the doors had completely locked down. They were trapped in a train that was trapped in a tunnel, and all anyone could do was call the train behind them to make sure there wasn't a collision. Cain listened to the communication between the two drivers, of course. Just because he could. Yes, there really was no rational explanation for this. No, there wasn't a way to unlock the doors, or start the train, or break the reinforced windows from the inside. Yes, the five-ten service should try and come to a stop as soon as possible- they'll radio the other trains as well, to make sure they stop too. Or... at least, they would radio the other trains. Cain let them get just over one sentence out before he cut the line.
The driver tried to stop the train manually, but it didn't work. He tried the emergency stop button, but it didn't activate. That same all-pervasive malware that had infected the other train seemed to have got its hands on this one as well, and its goal here seemed to be the exact opposite:
> DISABLE MANUAL CONTRROL
> DISABLE EMERGENCY BRAKE
> FOR: VAR(JOURNEY_DURATION)
⠀⠀INCREASE SPEED BY VAR(UNKNOWN)
⠀⠀WAIT 10 SECONDS
> ENDFOR
Or... something like that, anyway. Exactly how much the train increased speed was up to his discretion- a number he'd most likely change on the fly as the code kept iterating. For now, however, it was almost unnoticeable. The passengers wouldn't be able to tell that the train they were in was on a collision course from speed alone. No, the evidence towards that would come from a far more immediate place. This train, like the others, was missing stops. Once the driver realised this, he activated the emergency intercom and delivered a rather frightened message:
"Um, I... I don't..."
There was a pause. Cain looked up, a look of human concern on his face.
"The train's not stopping. I... I can't stop th-"
The driver's voice cut out, and chaos ensued.
There was always a gap in the schedule just before five. Before then, trains would run every half-hour- no doubt a major inconvenience for midday passengers in a rush to get to lunch. This meant there was a significant length of unoccupied track between the five-o-clock train and train prior, which gave him a lot of room to work with. The five-o-clock train had missed a couple of stops, you see. In fact, it had missed every single stop on its way to Millennium City Central Station. The driver was most likely trying to fix this issue, but they would find their efforts completely fruitless- something had wrested control of the train from their hands, and it didn't seem willing (or, at present, able) to relinquish. It just kept driving and driving, continuing down its fated path until...
It stopped.
The train in front of them, the five-o-clock service, had completely stopped moving in the middle of the tunnel. Nothing the driver could do could make it move even an inch. To make matters worse—for the people on board, anyway—the doors had completely locked down. They were trapped in a train that was trapped in a tunnel, and all anyone could do was call the train behind them to make sure there wasn't a collision. Cain listened to the communication between the two drivers, of course. Just because he could. Yes, there really was no rational explanation for this. No, there wasn't a way to unlock the doors, or start the train, or break the reinforced windows from the inside. Yes, the five-ten service should try and come to a stop as soon as possible- they'll radio the other trains as well, to make sure they stop too. Or... at least, they would radio the other trains. Cain let them get just over one sentence out before he cut the line.
The driver tried to stop the train manually, but it didn't work. He tried the emergency stop button, but it didn't activate. That same all-pervasive malware that had infected the other train seemed to have got its hands on this one as well, and its goal here seemed to be the exact opposite:
> DISABLE MANUAL CONTRROL
> DISABLE EMERGENCY BRAKE
> FOR: VAR(JOURNEY_DURATION)
⠀⠀INCREASE SPEED BY VAR(UNKNOWN)
⠀⠀WAIT 10 SECONDS
> ENDFOR
Or... something like that, anyway. Exactly how much the train increased speed was up to his discretion- a number he'd most likely change on the fly as the code kept iterating. For now, however, it was almost unnoticeable. The passengers wouldn't be able to tell that the train they were in was on a collision course from speed alone. No, the evidence towards that would come from a far more immediate place. This train, like the others, was missing stops. Once the driver realised this, he activated the emergency intercom and delivered a rather frightened message:
"Um, I... I don't..."
There was a pause. Cain looked up, a look of human concern on his face.
"The train's not stopping. I... I can't stop th-"
The driver's voice cut out, and chaos ensued.
{ooc (+)}look at this guys sheet right now‼️
- robot hackerman Cain "UNKNOWN" Surname hijacks a couple trains
- train 1 has stopped in the tunnel, train 2 is speeding towards it, they're gonna collide in probably like 7ish minutes time so hurry up!!!!! ahhhh
- the help message was probably "The 5:00 train to Millenium City Central Station appears to have been hijacked, we're not moving and we can't get the doors open. Please h-" and then was cut off for dramatic effect lollll
- cain is inside train 2 but isnt visibly the guy who caused it
- cains got some equipment on him which im gonna detail in the ooc under a spoiler so people dont think im pulling shit out of my ass. dont read if you wanna be as aware ooc as you are ic i guess
- robot hackerman Cain "UNKNOWN" Surname hijacks a couple trains
- train 1 has stopped in the tunnel, train 2 is speeding towards it, they're gonna collide in probably like 7ish minutes time so hurry up!!!!! ahhhh
- the help message was probably "The 5:00 train to Millenium City Central Station appears to have been hijacked, we're not moving and we can't get the doors open. Please h-" and then was cut off for dramatic effect lollll
- cain is inside train 2 but isnt visibly the guy who caused it
- cains got some equipment on him which im gonna detail in the ooc under a spoiler so people dont think im pulling shit out of my ass. dont read if you wanna be as aware ooc as you are ic i guess
{cain's bucket of fun tools (+)}- 500-volt discharge plates in his palms (built-in)
- mid-range plasma cannon (also built-in)
- just a generally enhanced robot body because he is a robot. faster/stronger/more durable etc
- iphone 13 that he stole from some guy
- backup battery
- he can also remotely hack/control things that have a computer chip in them, provided hes in range (like... bluetooth range ig)
- he can do the same for most non-computer machines, but that requires contact with his little palm tasers to work
- mid-range plasma cannon (also built-in)
- just a generally enhanced robot body because he is a robot. faster/stronger/more durable etc
- iphone 13 that he stole from some guy
- backup battery
- he can also remotely hack/control things that have a computer chip in them, provided hes in range (like... bluetooth range ig)
- he can do the same for most non-computer machines, but that requires contact with his little palm tasers to work