Did you catch Monday's feature of Mann Rambling's story, Ones and Zeros? It was part of an anthology featuring all sorts of disasters, but it certainly wasn't! What did you think of the story? If you didn't read it back in 2013, or I haven't intrigued you with it yet, check out the excerpt below! 

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I wasn't sure what results I would get using Anthony's ID this way. It was his personal password, the one required for entry into the Hub, that he used for highly sensitive materials and government contracts details. How far I could push his DNA ID without tripping over any alarms? If I was discovered by an agency during this, even Anthony's contacts would have difficulty preventing me from being quarantined for misuse of para-human abilities.

A series of results came up with the past week's details locked away. Information was difficult to erase on the grid without setting off a series of watcher software; it was easier to block a snippet or section of data to reroute past it making the system ignore it entirely. All of Costa's connections to the system had been altered. I read the code they made along the firewall and I recognized the style of programming immediately. It was Anthony's.

I knew how Anthony structured his tech and I had no trouble bypassing the simple block without alerting the trespass. The first hidden trace of Costa pulled up a security vid. The audio had been tampered with and just sent back white noise as I watched a scene of Anthony and Costa meeting in what looked like a darkened parking structure.

My heart swelled at the first visual sight of my twin I'd had in so long. I couldn't hear what was said but Costa was clearly unhappy, angry even. The snarl on his face brought back so many memories. Anthony appeared equally angry and the argument quickly grew animated with neither man backing down.

At least not until Anthony pulled that same device from his jacket that he used on the janitor at Havisall's and brought Costa to the ground.

I watched in shock as Costa fought the pulses from the tech on the base of his skull, no doubt trying to control the pacifier even as he writhed, scratched and ultimately lost the battle. Anthony just watched in satisfaction as he pointed the remote at Costa even past the point where my brother had been subdued. Putting away the small controller, he continued to watch Costa twitch on the concrete floor.

Then Anthony pulled a pistol from under his jacket...

 

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