Hackers Page #6

CEREAL:

Oh yeah, you want a seriously righteous hack,

you score one of those Gibsons man. You know,

supercomputers they use to like, do physics,

and look for oil and stuff?

PHREAK:

Ain't no way, man, security's too tight. The

big iron?

DADE:

Maybe. But, if I were gonna hack some heavy

metal, I'd, uh, work my way back through some

low security, and try the back door.

CEREAL:

Yeah but oh man,

(starts rubbing one of his

own nipples in mock sexual

excitement)

wouldn't you just love to get one of those

Gibsons, baby? Ooooh!

PHREAK:

Yo, who ate all of my fries?

Cereal pauses a second.

CEREAL:

(pretending to be enraged)

Joey?!

JOEY:

What, no, nonononono, I didn't touch your

fries. I did not touch your fries.

PHREAK:

Cereal, man, you owe me a pack.

CEREAL:

It was him, man!

PHREAK:

You're psyched. You need to lay off of that

sh*t.

CEREAL:

(to Joey)

I'm gonna hit you!

INT. JOEY'S ROOM. NIGHT.

Joey is hacking. A Gibson. He gets in. Using GOD as a

password. Nice graphics represent the machine's vast

systems.

JOEY:

YES! Home run, home run. You and me Lucy.

We're gonna show em baby.

INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL.

A system operator at Ellingson Mineral Corporation, a

large oil company, notices the intrusion. He gets on the

phone.

INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT.

The place is a mess, typical of the hacker bachelor pad.

Empty chinese food boxes and Jolt Cola cans litter the

place.

Plague's phone is ringing, waking him.

HAL:

(on phone)

Mr. Belford?

PLAGUE:

(sleepily)

My name is the Plague.

HAL:

Uh, Mr. The Plague, uh, something weird's

happening on the net.

PLAGUE:

As in what, you hapless techno-weenie?

HAL:

Uh, the accounting subdirectory in the Gibson

is working really hard. We got one person

online, the workload is enough for like ten

users. I think we've got a hacker.

INT. JOEY'S ROOM.

JOEY:

Okay, okay, we need proof that we were here.

Right, uh...

Joey starts looking for something to download as proof he

was there.

JOEY:

Yeah, Garbage, okay, give me Garbage.

He selects a Garbage file and starts the download. His

screen becomes a psychedelic mind trip.

INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL.

The Plague glides in on a skateboard. Short and thin,

bearded, about 35 but still trying to be a teenage

anarchist, yet not consciously realizing he sold out that

ideal years ago.

PLAGUE:

Never fear. I is here.

HAL:

I've narrowed the activity to terminal 23.

PLAGUE:

Let's echo 23, see what's up.

The huge monitor lights up with the display of the

Gibson's resources. Hal and the Plague watch. Plague

starts "surfing" around.

PLAGUE:

"God" wouldn't be up this late.

He sees what Joey is downloading. A file called

"Garbage".

PLAGUE:

Sh*t! Get me the switching control center.

He puts on a telephone headset. Hal dials for him.

PLAGUE:

(into the headset)

I need to trace a call that's in progress.

INT. JOEY'S ROOM.

Joey is sneaking a cigarette while his computer downloads.

There is a knock at the door. It's his mother.

JOEY:

(whispering)

Sh*t!

(loudly, panicked)

Uh yeah... hold on, mom. Hold on one second.

He puts out the cigarette and sprays the room with air

freshener.

JOEY'S MOM

I mean it! Open the door, Joseph.

JOEY:

Yeah, uh, yeah, okay.

He unlocks the door. Joey's mom bursts in. He's still

clambering into bed.

JOEY:

There you go.

JOEY'S MOM

Bed. Sleep. Now!

She turns off the computer. It wasn't finished

downloading.

JOEY'S MOM

Sweet dreams, Joey.

INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL.

HAL:

He's gone!

PLAGUE:

Did you get a trace?

OPERATOR:

(on phone)

Yeah, we got him.

PLAGUE:

(smiling)

Good.

INT. JOEY'S ROOM. DARK.

Joey takes a disk out of his computer and stashes it in an

air vent in the cieling.

INT. TENEMENT HALLWAY.

Phreak, Dade and Cereal are rollerblading through the

halls of an apartment building that is filled with

graffiti. It appears that most of the spray-bomb art was

created by the residents.

CEREAL:

Nice place, huh.

Cereal knocks on a door spray-painted "Hackstock"

DADE:

You heard of a hacker called Acid Burn? You

know who he is?

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