error loading tribute's freedom [sierra + maryn]
Feb 20, 2022 9:54:04 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 20, 2022 9:54:04 GMT -5
I saw an opportunity and I took it. Theft is not a part of my morale grounds, but someone stole my parents so swiping the odd misplaced touchscreen tablet is going to do no harm? It looked lost so maybe I just found it. Now I am back to being eleven and yelling finders keepers to the other kids that dropped their gumballs in the hallways of the orphanage.
I have had the tablet for about three hours now. It is comfortably tucked away in my bedroom, there was a tracking device screwed into the side of it. That is now enjoying a wild ride through the sewage system. Its display is a continuously updated dashboard of the tribute’s training stats. I even have my own section, with a few uncalled-for comments on my lack of physical strength but that is all I can see. Not one single back door to knock on or a peeping hole to help me crawl through to the network and find the database that I hope exists.
Back home, I work three days a week for a tech manufacturer. Building equipment just like this and loading basic software too it. I guess the Capitol does not want us simpletons being the ones to build their firewalls and secure databases, but I am a quick learner of languages, I just need to get the battering ram out.
Everything is quiet in the District Three accommodation as I slide and tap the screen while sat on my bed, knees tucked up tight to my chest. Is this room experiencing a déjà vu? If I turned back time, would Bellamy be sat just like this right now, magnifying glass at his eye while he sieves through the fine details? I have not found a single hint or clue left behind by Bellamy. I guess he never thought one of us would follow him. I hope none of them follow me. I must make sure that I am the one that cracks the case. The one that halts so many more that are due to walk through the house’s door, a fresh-faced orphan. Over a decade and I have welcomed so many on the monthly check in day.
There is an application on the tablet, notes, surely nobody is that stupid?Administrator access username and password:EuniceDudley14MTHEBESTtrainer
Wow, they really have made this easy. Maybe the administrator access to the training score system will give me a key to the network? They will just think I am a trainer, going about their business, surfing the internet waves.
I type in the account details, and it takes a few moments for the next screen to load. Watching the spinning blue circle of death is excruciating. This could mean nothing. This could mean everything. But everything is a worth a try while the timer is running out of sand.Network connection lost.
Connect to the network?
Yes No
”Yes!”
The device has not made a sound since I found it but now a robotic voice rings through the speakers.Voice recognition unrecognized. Try again.
”Yes?”Error! Error! This device has been reported as lost. System shut down.
The screen explodes, the error message repeating and repeating on the screen. I hit the power switch before sliding the tablet across my bed. It will mean nothing. They can’t track it here. Maybe I should slip it back somewhere in the training center. Nobody will know…
But that is another door slammed shut. There is not a trail in sight. The answers are slipping away and soon so will my life.Kiah.