Who do you love? And who loves you? (The spectators go absolutely wild) The number one scrolltext writer in the known parts of the universe... We give you.... Dr. Outtasight Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! It's very good to be back. And do we have a action packed disk for you today? Let's see. We have a scrolltext, which you're obviously reading at this very moment. We have a new Gallery issue, which contains a whole bunch of great pictures. We have a ton of good news and a good portion of humour. It all adds up to The Official Crusaders Eurochart September 1991. If you've started reading the news and so on already, you'll find that there has been a few changes. I won't say too much about that now, you can read all about it in the editorial which I wrote. That's right. Who usually writes an editorial? Correct, the Editor. That's me! Isn't that something? I'm the boss now. Hehe. As the boss I can give orders and such can't I? I guess so. So my first order to you is that you find a working pen. The kind that can be used to write things, words and so on with. Got it? Try the other one then. Isn't it time you threw away some of those dried up pens now? Ok, now find a piece of paper. No wait!!! Don't rip out that page! Find something else... That's better. Oh, I forgot to tell you... The only persons who have to do this are the ones who have a modem. A modem that works. So, when all you people with working pens but who doesn't have a modem has settled down, may we please continue? Good. Put the paper on your table. Well for Gods sake, push those empty Coke cans and ashtrays over to the other side of the table then! Put the paper on the table. Hold the pen, which should still be working. If not you need another pen, but I don't have time to wait for you to tare the place down to find another pen, so when you find a pen, boot the machine and read this again. Everybody ready? Ok, write the following on the paper. The number for the Crusaders World Head Quarters BBS is +47-6-810864, +47-6-810881 and +47-6-803788 again +47-6-810864, +47-6-810881 and +47-6-803788 And I really just went through all this trouble for you sake, you know. If you haven't tried our WHQ board you really don't know what you're missing. I promise!! Like you noticed there were three numbers there. So does that mean you can choose any one of the numbers? Basically yes. The BBS now has three nodes, or lines as you might call them. This means that if the number you choose is busy, just pick another one. Great, eyh? Hehe. Very well. The totally great thing about three lines is the fact that three persons can use the same BBS simultaneously! And if you like you can speak with the other persons that are logged on. Well not speak like with your mouth, but write what you would have said if you could speak with your mouth, get it? Anyway. It's not gonna be a too long scrolltext this time. I'm Sorry, but like I said I have taken over the editorial work that El Cubo did the last time, so I haven't got time to write any more stuff. But like we promised last time, we do have a Ken story for you. There is one thing I'd like to know though. Does Ken have any fans out there? I mean do you like the stories I write? I have had a few letters from people who liked it, but I want more, see. So can I please have some fan mail? Please? Hehe. Anyway, if I don't get some, I'll continue writing anyway. As long as I don't get letters telling me to stop that is. But I haven't gotten any of those, so here comes the sixth part of the Story about Ken. As they passed through the gate the security cameras followed them, checking their every move, trying to detect concealed weapons, giving their armourment one byte of reason to blast them to pieces. But Ken and Roger were clean. Besides the security wasn't too tough when you were going into the Chinese Sector, only when you were coming out. People carried weapons into the Chines Sector to protect themselves, and that was legal. People carrying weapons out of the Chinese Sector were most likely smugling arms out of the sector where it was fairly easy to get most anything. After leaving the security zone they were on their own. The only sign of police you could see was the security cameras placed around the sector, and the occational obvious under-cover cop running after someone. Entering this sector was like suddenly going 50 years back in time. This part of town had been the same for as long as the people who tried to live there could remember. Roger and Ken got hold of a Rickshaw which took them to one of the people Ken thought could tell them more about the Worm program. The rickshaw stopped in front of a dark alley. A sign hanging off the wall in its last screw said 'The Club Soda'. 50 years back this was one of the most popular clubs in the Chinese Sector, but now no one had the extra credits to buy drinks so they closed the place. Nowadays this was the home of Harvey Wong. A notorious chinese hacker. Specialized on analog computers, he was one of the people the Computer Emergency Response Team feared the most. Ken pressed the door bell button. A hatch opened and a small surveilance camera popped out. Seconds later the big steel door slid open. A voice called them and they walked in. The interior looked like a rollerskate disco. Harvey, like so many others had sold some parts of his biological body, but he never got around, or he never had the credits to replace them with synthetics. Harvey had sold both his legs so he rolled around wherever he went in an electric wheel chair. "Gosh Ken, you showed up at an awkward moment. I'm a bit busy, but this might interest you... Just got a new Worm from a guy. Have a look at this baby." Ken leaned over the huge graphic terminal. Two of Harvey's largest debugging modules were trying to figure out what the program was all about. The printer module was printing furiously. "Looks like you're having some problems with this one, Harvey." "Sure looks like it. It's a mean mother. Someone got this from the EISDN a couple of months ago. Even though this is only the fifth generation of the Worm, I had to borrow some disks to fit all of it at once." "Fifth generation? So it has replicated itself five times? Isn't it better to work with a first generation copy?" "If I only could get my hands on one..." "Check out this disk!" Ken handed Harvey the storage module. Without saying a word Harvey stopped the debuggers and moved the Worm over to his own disks. "Oh woow... oh boy... oh boy... Where did you get hold of this sucker?" "Roger here gave it to me. He got into som trouble with the Response Team because of it." "Well, welcome to the big league, Roger. Everyone has trouble with the Response Team here." Roger wasn't paying attention at all. All he could do was stare at Harvey's equipment. "Sheez. You got some setup here, Harvey. Those IIC code breakers are illegal in almost every country in the world. How the hell did you get hold of them? And that satellite control module with the TGA power module. Sheez. You could start a war with this. "I know. And you never saw this equipment anywhere, ok?" "Sure. Hey, I do do some hacking myself you know. I broke the TWA main access code in 26 seconds." "Yawn. What would you do with the TWA access code. The TWA only handles ordinary passanger flights." "Well, ehrm.. I just did it for fun.." "Yeah, right." Harvey was one of the top ten hackers in the World, and he knew it. To him, Roger was just a kid having fun, making life shitty for the real guys. "So what you got, Harvey?" "Nothing much. Yet. Hey, ya'mind if you go get a couple of thousand burgers while I take a closer look at it. Take your time.." "Sure. No problem. C'mon Roger, let's go." The heavy steel door closed behind them. Roger didn't have much high thoughts about Harvey the way he had treated him. They crossed the street from the alley and started looking for a burger shop. Just about every place you could get a bit to eat in the chinese sector served nothing but sushi with fried rice, spaghetti and noodles. Finally they found one. Not quite the standard of the places Roger was used to, but he was so hungry he could eat just about anything apart from sushi. After consuming the meat surrogat burger Roger got really impatient and suggested they'd find a phone and call Harvey to check on his progress. Outside it was raining heavily and they ran along the pavement until they found a working phone booth. "Harvey? This is Ken." "Ken, you better get over here right away. You gotta see this, man." They ran back to Harvey's place. "Hey! Do you mind?! Go drip on someone elses computers, ok!?" "Sorry Harvey. Do you have a towel?" "Yeah, look over by the ed there. Ken..You brought me a treasure here. I guess I should thank Roger, but since he's just a fake hacker, no offence, I thank you instead. This worm could mean the way out of this shithole for me. Check out this part I found." Harvey brought up a couple of code viewers and started the large IIC decryptation computer. After just a few seconds the code started changing into readable characters. It read "log Computer 33.223.11 9283.299-23 PX" "So what's a log computer?" "It isn't the word log.. it's probably analog, right. Since the first character is in lower case, that means that the first part of the word is missing. No wonder since this is probably left here by a mistake. So, if the word is analog computer, the rest must be the serial number and the module serial number, right?" "Seems like a serial number to me" "It is. Look at this. I ran the serial number through some data bases and came up with this." Harvey showed Ken a note which said "The requested number is not registred" "What? What does that mean?" "It means that the number is not in any computer registration data bases. It's either a computer that hasn't been sold yet, or someone has pulled some strings to remove it from the registration data base." "How can that be? Not even you could get in to that data base without a known access code. And if you tried anyway, the Response Team would blow this place up in seconds." "You said it. The only people who have access to this data base are some of the high bosses in the Response Team... So what I think is that the Response Team own the computer who made this worm." "Makes sense doesn't it? The worm, as far as we know, has only affected known hackers. Even you Roger are considered a hacker to the Response Team, obviously." "I better tell the other guys about this. It could blow us all out in the open..." "Yeah, and I'll call Tanisha and tell her to erase all the copies I have at home." "You have copies of this at home?! What? Are you suicidal or something?" Ken didn't answer, he just rushed over to the phone and dialed his home number. There was no answer. Exciting as ever I would say. If you've missed the first five parts of the story, they are, and I promise that they are, available for download at our WHQ BBS which I gave you a detailed description on a while ago. So until next time fellas, enjoy life, if you have one, your women, if you have some, your money, if you have some and your Amiga, which I know you have.
