by Smitty
The Association was composed of off-the-net greasepits and cars that people could still “work” on.
He’d fetch the strongbox cached securely within the engine compartment, extract the optical media, mount it on the creaky old laptop (running some Slackware release that hadn’t been updated or rebooted in a decade–up the network!) and un-tar the files.
He’d rely on a deck of one-time pads for decrypting the instructions.
. . .weeks later. . .
The plan’s masterful dots appeared randomly, yet managed to connect. The altercation was minor, yet DeepFakes gradually turned it into a full-on global economic meltdown.
Their machine learning foresaw naught.
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via Darleen