Cybertale: Red boots

    There lived a "miller" and he had three sons. His “thresher” is completely old, only 10 terahertz, however, it was still suitable for raids. In one of them, the police shot him.
    Before his death, the father bequeathed to his sons — the eldest “thresher”, the middle — the base of commercial secrets of average value, and the youngest — a computer of special technology, small, prototype, in abbreviated form - K.O. The younger one could not be comforted for long after receiving such an inheritance ...
    “Brothers,” he said, “they will be able to continue to hunt with computer espionage, but what can I do with such low power? You won’t break the Telegraph with him! I’ll sell it better to his junkman Kats, I’ll make a feast for the last money! ”

    But then low-powered speakers squeaked, and K.O.T. calmly and judiciously:
    - Do not be sad, master! Find me the Red Loader, or better two. Maybe they didn’t offend you as it seems to you now.
    How long, briefly, but the younger brother found a couple of Red Downloaders, and barely got K.O.T. all that he needed was, he immediately went on a journey through the Net. Having settled down in places of large concentrations of hackers, he spread his snares - “wallet.dat Satoshi, password-free”, and after a second one of the beginning triad hackers fluttered in a power capture.
    Proud of his prey, K.O.T. straight to the Palace of the Resident. Not the President.
    He bowed to him and said:
    “Here is a well-fed young hacker from the possession of my“ marquis ”, and the name of that marquis is Kara-bass, which means“ Death to poorly playing bass players ”.
    Such, of course, any Resident will always approve. So it happened this time.

    The hacker was sent to torture, and soon learned from him many secrets of the triads, which gave the Resident great pleasure, and the clever K.O.T.u was presented with a QR-Code assistant for the first stage. In the meantime, it is time for the Resident to take a walk along the huddled shores of the Hudson River along with a beautiful daughter.

    We drove the armored car, lifted the escort quadcopters into the air - and hit the road. K.O.T., in forced mode, rushed to the owner.
    “Do you agree to obey my advice?” He asked him. Then at the time indicated by me - dive into the water in such and such a place.
    When the Resident’s armored car, growling in the womb with all eight engines, went ashore, K.O.T. rushed to him and shouted at the full power of low-powered speakers:
    - Help, save! "Marquis" Kara-bass is drowning!

    Recognizing by the recognition system the very computer that delivered him the Chinese hacker, the Resident ordered to stop the transport, and soon his guards pulled the Marquise out of the water.
    The cat managed to tell the Resident that during the next sortie, the Marquis suffered in a shootout with the feds, at the last moment barely having time to dive into the river. He was wounded in the arm with a machine gun, but his faithful “jumpsuit” took a hit on himself, and was completely destroyed.

    Immediately ordered the Resident to bring for the "Marquis" the best "jumpsuit" from the devices of his wardrobe.
    The outfit turned out to be fit and to the face, besides, the Marquise deftly carried out its initial configuration and was so skillfully handling the debugger that the beautiful daughter of the Resident, looking at him, thought for the first time that he was very to her taste.

    CAT. he was delighted with how everything went and rushing fun in front of the armored car, waving neural interfaces.
    Soon he saw an underground workshop. Having descended to the Network to the first access level, he reprogrammed security androids and ordered them to answer that the workshop belongs to the “Marquis” of Kara-Bas.

    Just then an armored car pulled up, and the Resident asked while the guards carefully covered it with armored guards:
    “Well, they’re doing the Green Laughter here!” Whose workshop is this, well done?
    - The Marquise of Kara-bass! - answered androids according to the program.

    Meanwhile, K.O.T. kept moving forward. He reprogrammed other androids of the next workshop, even better than the previous one, only he had to go down to the Network to the depth of the second access level. Just then an armored car pulled up, and the Resident asked while the guards carefully covered it with armored guards:
    “Well, they make Steel Ice here!” Whose workshop is this, well done?
    - The Marquise of Kara-bass! - answered androids according to the program.
    The Resident was surprised, but also delighted, and his daughter's eyes looked at the Marquis with great interest.

    CAT. everything rushed forward. He reprogrammed the other androids of the next workshop, the most luxurious of all, only he had to go down to the Network to the depth of the third access level, and pretty much sweat over the security crack.
    Then the armored car just arrived and the Resident asked while the guards carefully covered it with armored guards:
    - It can’t be! Here they produce "Silent Joy" itself ?! Whose shop is this, whose ?!
    - The Marquise of Kara-bass! - answered androids according to the program.

    As the beautiful daughter of the Resident heard that the Marquis owned the workshop for the production of that Quiet Joy, it fell in love with him without memory, and the Resident himself could not marvel at the wealth of the Marquis.
    And finally, K.O.T. near the power gates of the extraordinary palace in which the Anarchist bomber lived. For a long time he did not see the living computers, because everyone ran away from him in fear, because he set up for K.O.T. the most abundant table and kept trying to pour “royal vodka”.

    However, K.O.T. with all possible politeness, but instead asked:
    - Do they really say, dear host, that you can turn into anyone, even the most enormous robot?
    - Right! The Anarchist laughed rudely and after a moment rewrote his consciousness into a huge humanoid combat robot, which once guarded the borders of Russia.
    “Do you have backup,” K.O.T. with Lenin's squint and kind smile.
    - Not! - the Anarchist-bomber cut him off roughly, - backups for lamers!

    And here the optical interfaces of K.O.T.a blazed scarlet. Probably, the reflections of the fire burning in the fireplace reflected in them ...
    “Can you, my dear owner,” K.O.T. purred softly, put your consciousness into something small?
    - Of course! - the bomber answered without hesitation, launched the archiver of the 7z 666 version and soon his consciousness narrowed to the smallest file. With all the history, this archiver is so beautiful!
    At that very moment K.O.T., even without diving into the Network, was able to erase it without the possibility of recovery. Children! Make backups!

    The resident, meanwhile, wishing to rest, had already ordered his armored car to be driven into the garage, and the copters hovered over the castle.
    I ran out to meet K.O.T. and said to him:
    “Welcome to the cloister of the Marquis of Kara-bass.
    - How, the Marquis ?! And this possession is also yours ?!

    The three of them, the Marquis, the Resident and his charming daughter, they entered the main hall, where the wonderful dinner offered by the Anarchist-bomber to the cunning K.O.T.U. Seeing all this luxury, the Resident could not help but say one thing:
    “I see how you and my daughter look at each other,“ Marquis ”! As for me, I agree - be my son-in-law!

    “Marquis” at the same time connected its neural interface with the neurointerface of a beautiful girl, which she gave him with a captivating smile ...

    And they called Hertz, an old Hertz, to the wedding, and he married them in the best possible fashion, according to the latest fashion, very popular. CAT. he took upon himself all the operations of managing the shops and possessions.

    They lived happily ever after, and died on the same day - when a rival gang of another "marquis" blew up their palace with an "obsidian" bomb.

    Author: Artyom Karetnikov AKA Leider

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