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So, I managed to get another stream sketch from 
WolfPsalm a couple of days ago, and I decided this time to go with Deedee, the cyberpunk hacker mouse. (Well, I offered the artist a choice of 'mouse' or 'hare', and we went with mouse.) So here we have Deedee attending some big social function so she could get access to the inside of the building, making small talk and distracting people as she hacks the systems from the inside. And yes, she actually does have an access port in her tail specifically so she can do things like this, hacking into things while looking innocent.
Social engineering is a significant part of hacking, after all. And the floor grate is ready for a fast escape if necessary.
Artist's posting at /view/61313019/ so go check things out there, too!
WolfPsalm a couple of days ago, and I decided this time to go with Deedee, the cyberpunk hacker mouse. (Well, I offered the artist a choice of 'mouse' or 'hare', and we went with mouse.) So here we have Deedee attending some big social function so she could get access to the inside of the building, making small talk and distracting people as she hacks the systems from the inside. And yes, she actually does have an access port in her tail specifically so she can do things like this, hacking into things while looking innocent.Social engineering is a significant part of hacking, after all. And the floor grate is ready for a fast escape if necessary.
Artist's posting at /view/61313019/ so go check things out there, too!
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Mouse
Size 1280 x 1656px
File Size 186.6 kB
True. I mean, William Gibson was no computer expert; he wrote Neuromancer on a typewriter.
For that matter, the 802.11 standard used as the basis for modern Wi-Fi wasn't codified until 1997, though the first actual wireless networking system would probably be ALOHAnet back in 1971, created to let branches of the University of Hawaii talk to each other even on different islands.
I seem to recall later versions of Shadowrun did formally include wireless networking, at least at short range, so all the 'smart' equipment you carried was networked together, basically doing a Bluetooth 'Personal Area Network'.
For that matter, the 802.11 standard used as the basis for modern Wi-Fi wasn't codified until 1997, though the first actual wireless networking system would probably be ALOHAnet back in 1971, created to let branches of the University of Hawaii talk to each other even on different islands.
I seem to recall later versions of Shadowrun did formally include wireless networking, at least at short range, so all the 'smart' equipment you carried was networked together, basically doing a Bluetooth 'Personal Area Network'.
Ba-dum-tish.
I mean, this is a cyberpunk world where people can get their bodies modified, and everybody is actually human with modifications to look like whatever they want. So being amouse was a deliberate choice for her, and the 'computer mouse' joke was part of the reason why...
I mean, this is a cyberpunk world where people can get their bodies modified, and everybody is actually human with modifications to look like whatever they want. So being amouse was a deliberate choice for her, and the 'computer mouse' joke was part of the reason why...
SLOTTIN' BORGER RUNNER (twenty credits, forty nine bits; remember that her tolstoys are green!)
"At Double-D's spinal height and gravmass? Maybe a gremlin. Yeah, that's it," rumble-purrs the Huntress, tail curling like a pleasantly-muscled, sinuous tigress-constrictor. "Slottin' clever-bugs are all over the place, now. But my DD, she's a gremlin. Naturally occurring upgrade."
"How rare you are, DD," A statement, not a question. The little mouse, hopped on more than a little bit of trackballs, dilated one eye enough that for a mouse, her sclera was visible.
"Your fuckin' fault you feed me after midnight. Or, I do. Like Raskolnikov when he gets his leftover soup. It's good, though, but, but...." The Alliteration D's eyes narrow, finger wagging like a frockly-collared Smidget Muis at the cyberkirk up at Almighty McStripetyBoggess-
~(WHO AIN'T FUCKING ALANIS! mindsqueaks DD, breaking the 4th wall, 'cos she got epic biggery boobers than Hunter-Kitchener right here, earning the Biparticle 2D a big clawed tigress middle finger)~
-so, so, you gotta do it. See that sign! You did it then, so now we eat. Epic McSquee Meal Time!"
Huntress' brow lowered, and at her height relative to DeeDee's it was enough of glowering that it was more intimidating than the Exotic's immense, muscle-swollen bulk and height. "Counterborg's been asking you for the last ninety seconds," She motioned to the man behind the McDo's, waiting ever so patiently. "Put it the slotting grill order, young woman."
DeeDee ignored the order and spun around, doing it anyway. "I want...I want...want A FUCKIN' EPIC TOLSTOY! Th' best kind, blue pink neon."
The tigress of height unmatched and patience further titanic, rumbled, "Food first. They can't give you the Tolstoy until you tell what KeroppiMeal you want."
DD's eyes finally matched in dilation. "Oh." She said 'Oh'; that's a start at least, mindgrunted Huntress, rolling her own brilliant jade eyes. "Well...do they have borger?"
Huntress' eyes dilated, and honestly thought now she'd have to tack in the Sandevistan to get through this. "Yes, honey. They have borger. What borger dost thou want?" biting off the four last words.
"Mmmffffffyeh. I want that one!"
"That's a bag of cotton floss." The tigress-Exotic turned to the counterman. "Come with a toy?" asked Huntress of borger-he. DD grinned, Christmas in the permanent Ninsei summertime snow.
The cashminder nodded. "Your way's relevant if it's food, and you're paying the bill." DD glowed brighter than Huntress' incandescent ire of surprise, and the Rage of Angels got an industrial fire extinguisher just in case something inside the striped prosthetic titaness body went fusile. It is summertime in winter, you know.
"Give her the Tolstoy, and the sugar bag burger." And she paid the price, a better one than a grumpy, hyperactive zoomy-decker, but one she loved like a sister.
There was a rarity of that presently, and having at least one person she called family that was her family being happy, that she could do more than harm by talon and teeth or be torn and hurt by, was worth it to the woman called Huntress.
-2Paw.
"At Double-D's spinal height and gravmass? Maybe a gremlin. Yeah, that's it," rumble-purrs the Huntress, tail curling like a pleasantly-muscled, sinuous tigress-constrictor. "Slottin' clever-bugs are all over the place, now. But my DD, she's a gremlin. Naturally occurring upgrade."
"How rare you are, DD," A statement, not a question. The little mouse, hopped on more than a little bit of trackballs, dilated one eye enough that for a mouse, her sclera was visible.
"Your fuckin' fault you feed me after midnight. Or, I do. Like Raskolnikov when he gets his leftover soup. It's good, though, but, but...." The Alliteration D's eyes narrow, finger wagging like a frockly-collared Smidget Muis at the cyberkirk up at Almighty McStripetyBoggess-
~(WHO AIN'T FUCKING ALANIS! mindsqueaks DD, breaking the 4th wall, 'cos she got epic biggery boobers than Hunter-Kitchener right here, earning the Biparticle 2D a big clawed tigress middle finger)~
-so, so, you gotta do it. See that sign! You did it then, so now we eat. Epic McSquee Meal Time!"
Huntress' brow lowered, and at her height relative to DeeDee's it was enough of glowering that it was more intimidating than the Exotic's immense, muscle-swollen bulk and height. "Counterborg's been asking you for the last ninety seconds," She motioned to the man behind the McDo's, waiting ever so patiently. "Put it the slotting grill order, young woman."
DeeDee ignored the order and spun around, doing it anyway. "I want...I want...want A FUCKIN' EPIC TOLSTOY! Th' best kind, blue pink neon."
The tigress of height unmatched and patience further titanic, rumbled, "Food first. They can't give you the Tolstoy until you tell what KeroppiMeal you want."
DD's eyes finally matched in dilation. "Oh." She said 'Oh'; that's a start at least, mindgrunted Huntress, rolling her own brilliant jade eyes. "Well...do they have borger?"
Huntress' eyes dilated, and honestly thought now she'd have to tack in the Sandevistan to get through this. "Yes, honey. They have borger. What borger dost thou want?" biting off the four last words.
"Mmmffffffyeh. I want that one!"
"That's a bag of cotton floss." The tigress-Exotic turned to the counterman. "Come with a toy?" asked Huntress of borger-he. DD grinned, Christmas in the permanent Ninsei summertime snow.
The cashminder nodded. "Your way's relevant if it's food, and you're paying the bill." DD glowed brighter than Huntress' incandescent ire of surprise, and the Rage of Angels got an industrial fire extinguisher just in case something inside the striped prosthetic titaness body went fusile. It is summertime in winter, you know.
"Give her the Tolstoy, and the sugar bag burger." And she paid the price, a better one than a grumpy, hyperactive zoomy-decker, but one she loved like a sister.
There was a rarity of that presently, and having at least one person she called family that was her family being happy, that she could do more than harm by talon and teeth or be torn and hurt by, was worth it to the woman called Huntress.
-2Paw.
Basically a patch in to the building security system, something they can plug their own cameras or the like into when they need to lay out the ballroom differently. Normally the equipment has to pass its own security check to get onto the network, but Deedee has ways around that.
At a specific time she'll just make sure that the doors will let her teammates in, and that certain of the cameras won't work to record what happens.
At a specific time she'll just make sure that the doors will let her teammates in, and that certain of the cameras won't work to record what happens.
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