#antihacking

[xarrixii]

//deadrail_atlas1

CW: cops, guns (inform me if more are required) word count: 2.5k

He pressed his hands into the damp steel, feeling around the small cold inlet until he found better grip and could dig his gloved fingers into the emergency grooves construction workers left behind in case equipment failed. Rain hit him from above as he heaved himself up enough to give his leg purchase over the side of the next rail.

The grunt escaped in a silent breath as he again dug his fingers in and climbed up a floor, small breaths in place of sound, fingers ghosting over the surface and leaving without squeaks. He repeated the process for several more floors before stopping to breathe and flicking up his element’s screen on the police activity tab, captions popping up as people were speaking. No one had reported him yet, which meant he had time.

He flashed the chatter away and looked up at the remaining space before the sixtieth floor of Manchester Front, room 60-3, only a few floors. He dangled his legs off the side of the steel for another few moments before swinging himself up.

Adjusting the mask on his face one last time, he stopped at the adjacent floor and popped up his element screen again. He minimized the police feed and opened the black screen and blinking text cursor, tapping the bar at the bottom and typed in several command codes all at once on the blue-outlined keyboard that appeared—scanner, localhack, radar, antihack manual—each pulling up their own smaller tabs in preset order and size.

He swallowed and booted the scanner, throwing another keystroke into the command bar at the bottom to watch as additional dots slated over the holographic scanner screen all at once. Another keystroke, and many of them dulled.

Atlas, as many of his commands aptly included, was left with one dot to push further into and connect to via localhack.

He waited for the throbber and percentage confirmation before sizing the screen down and putting a hand in the wind, rain tapping onto the waterproof surface of the gloves and sliding off. Safe.

Atlas whisked himself over the relatively small gap between the building in-construction and the one next to it that had been waiting for a luxurious enough buyer for their neighbor, the Manchester Front. He let himself get pressed against the wall before slowly gliding himself across the ledge and the windows, soundless and mildly frustrated by the rain.

The screen blinked a green check at him in his peripheral by the time he’d gotten to room 60-3, letting him down the screen and grip the pistol he’d concealed near his waist. Raised it to the window and fired, the crack of the gun going off practically deafened over the glass shattering, pieces clattering down to the sidewalk and a light turning on behind him when he moved forward again.

Well, Atlas thought, got it done.

He fit himself into the room, relishing in the lack of an alarm and rifling through any form of storage he could find until his fingers latched onto a ring case, snapping it open and taking a picture of the ring inside for the client.

They responded fast with an affirmative, and Atlas again checked the police chatter lines to a sudden bundle dealing with a gunshot in his area. That’s when he finally got out his earpiece and fit it in, connecting it to the element and raising the volume on the focused line created to follow him.

“Reports from a block neighbor claim a figure dressed like Code Atlas sifting through an apartment on 53rd.”

“He’s leaving now,” someone chimed in appropriately.

Atlas frowned and got moving back across the ledge, ring in bag, to the building under construction, not thankful for the rain drumming against him and sliding off his waterproof clothing again.

He opened the localhack keyboard and started hitting the holograph-sensitive fingertips of the gloves along the keyboard, preparing a shutter function before getting on the move again. He wished he could run and type like some of the people trained to run after platform criminals like him, though usually that ended up with typing errors that took more time to assess, and as such he’d stopped putting effort into the skill.

By the time the sirens reached him, he had climbed down to the floor adjacent to a nearby roof and started moving across, hefting himself up to another building ledge’s secured planter, dancing around the green patches until he reached a balcony and gave himself a breather.

Atlas opened the secured chatline with his client and started typing again, Where am I meeting you? Cops on tail.

All of this work, for a ring. A diamond ring, yet still. Atlas was not a free service, it would have been cheaper to just get another ring. There needed to be a good reason someone rich went through the work to track him down for it. Family heirloom, secret code to a vault engrained in the diamond, something.

He had to duck under the balcony’s concrete railing as a few shots pecked off below him. For his own sanity he felt at the bulletproof vest over his shirt to make sure it was still there.

You’re compromised, his client texted back.

I can shake them off whenever I please, Atlas sent. Tell me where I’m going.

He shot through the locked glass door and stepped inside the apartment, moving silently across the mess to the door with shoes next to it and into the hallway, to the elevator that he preemptively sent down.

Atlas heard it crash a few seconds later.

“Is he inside?” the police line rang in his ear.

“No.”

He overlaid the radar function onto his three-dimensional scanner map and waved out his shutter.

The shutter hack, for the record, increased the element screen size to max, locked it in front of the police eye module, lowered the holograph transparency to opaque, broke the screen into a constant state of blinding white, and made the element impossible to turn off or move the screen away until the antihack made it through the encrypted and junk-spammed code and descrambled the contents. Atlas liked to junk-cram a copy of the code’s save file before a mission so that human element descramblers couldn’t properly prepare antihack functions in preparation.

He entered his antihack manual panel, in the same place it always was despite the white, and flicked his decryption key in. Atlas blinked a few times and hacked open the elevator doors for just long enough to grab the suspension and hang there, patter of footsteps outside.

Cursing in his earpiece. Demands to get the screens fixed.

“Take the minute to get the element equipment around your heads off,” someone on the descrambling team said. “He won’t go far.”

Atlas began to slowly climb down the elevator shaft, confident enough in lowered distance precision and his abilities to hide his own element’s signal to take the time to be careful about it.

Finally he tapped soundlessly on the top of the crashed elevator and sent out another shutter to the sounds of officers putting headpieces back on, backing it up with a basic scrambler, favorite of most keyboard-fluent criminals. The antihack would be focused on the first rather than the second, especially with severity detection in place.

The scrambler, for the record, was designed to look normal on the surface but change the actual screen underneath. More of a temporary distraction than permanent.

Atlas opened the elevator doors to more cursing and bolted out through the lobby front door, making a break for cover as a few blind bullets flew past to civilian noise clutter. He checked his messages. One from Iris and one from his client. He let the client’s take priority, Camelo Grand Train. I will be eating a sandwich in the third booth of the Refresh.

He put that in memory and opened up Iris’ message while running.

I told you to use a silencer.

Atlas brought her up for voice call. She answered pretty much immediately, taking priority soundspace over the police comms. “Where are you?”

“Planning to try and lose these guys in Daniel’s Paper Co.,” was a better answer than the obvious. It was the first noise he’d consciously made in a while, pushing past bodies moving out of the way, bodies that were the only thing keeping Atlas, really, from getting shot.

“Move out of the way!” cops shouted behind Atlas.

“You’re gonna have to snipe their software,” Atlas said. “Must not have jammed enough useless code in today.”

“Or they know what to look for by now,” Iris added.

“Either way.”

His feet hit the tile of Daniel’s Paper Company and flew up the stairwell with controlled, measured breaths. He could barely feel his shoes hitting the ground, black and blue jacket flying out behind him. While running he was adjusting his hood, bag, jacket, anything that needed to be a better spot.

“Alright,” Iris started in his ear again. “I have your sniping algorithm set up. Tell me when to pull the trigger, I’ll be in range in maybe thirty seconds.”

“Where were you?” Atlas asked.

“Nearby.”

Atlas shook his head and laughed, though Iris could only tell one of those things was happening. He climbed up another few floors before firing through one of the office windows.

“Now!” he yelled to Iris, sending off his best wishes in a final copy of his shutter along with the snipe. The police line went wild in Iris’ silence.

He practically vaulted out the window, office workers doing who knows what for their company scrambling in panic. Atlas unlocked the white screen’s location and felt the rain smack him again as he curved it below his feet and began to skid forward by slope downward, every element in the area except for his and Iris’ effectively shuttered and without defense.

“Please tell me you knew that would work,” Iris said incredulously.

“It’s the same holograph-sensitive material as the gloves. I figured why wouldn’t it, really. Not like the element has a physical structure to break.” Atlas had been working on this idea for a while, sliding away down the street before jumping off and swiping away the screen to normal, clicking it off. The first issue was with the element itself—they could move but not directly beneath or particularly angled. It was limited, so he first had to lift that limit. Then he had to figure out how to get holograph-sensitive fiber and how to put it on his shoes without ruining the original functionality of said shoes or it wearing off.

He’d practiced once. At home. Just standing on it.

“Get a job,” Iris pestered him while he dashed behind a thin plastic barrier to the lowest floor of a cheap building. “A real one. Not this bullshit. You would make, a lot of money.”

He did have a real job. It involved making the coding in the antihack software downloaded onto every single element better than it was in the last update.

Atlas was not paid to innovate. He wasn’t even one of the people paid to push out code—he got paid to optimize it. That was it. It wasn’t particularly his problem that his coworkers left errors. One time, he’d even tried to go the extra mile and solve the errors.

HR did not like that. They called it tampering.

Atlas had effectively disappeared, breathing slowly against a wall in the dry expanse that was a dilapidated concrete structure that would likely soon be destroyed and rebuilt to get rid of the potential space for homeless people to relax. He heard the police chatter ring in his ear before finally lowering it out and listening to panic and the thick patter of rain.

Eat a little slower, Atlas sent his client.

It clicked Read but they didn’t respond. Atlas would let them mill over how he’d managed to blank over a block and a half worth of elements trying to record him.

Meant he could use the trick again.

Iris spoke in his ear again, “Corner, small blue car. Police have run past you already.”

Atlas ducked out, taking advantage of the white-screen panic. Many people were still trying to rely on their antihack system to kick in, but those who had taken off their element were otherwise distracted with getting out before they could get caught in some unlucky police blindfire. He got into the passenger seat of Iris’ vehicle of the day and was barely buckled in when she began speeding off.

“Where am I going?”

“Camelo Grand Train Station,” Atlas breathed out, clicking out of comms with Iris and tearing out the earpiece. “I don’t get it. It’s just a diamond ring. Empty apartment, crowded, security-detail tight area.”

“Why’d you take it if you thought it was stupid?”

“They followed my rules. No weapons. They proved to me they had the money. They tracked me. I mean, why not? I had the means.”

Iris shrugged and from then on she drove in silence. Atlas stared out the blacked-out windows, ready for another potential altercation that never came. He dodged the officers patrolling the station and made his way to Refresh, hood down under the main platform and unquestioned in the crowd, even with the blue in his jacket and two mis-matching gloves.

He sat down at the third booth, across from the man already sitting there.

Six faintly glowing green slits for eyes were in their mask. They didn’t blink and had half of a sandwich sitting in front of them when Atlas sat down. They crossed one leg over the other, subsequently folding their arms.

Atlas removed the ring, cracked the case open so they could see.

Something about their body language screamed unsettled, but also far more easy-going. Atlas snapped the case shut when they inched a hand forward.

“Deal’s a deal. $6,000 or I go put it back, right now.”

A verified threat. He’s done it before. Any good person trying to deal with Atlas would understand that.

“Of course,” they said. Accented. Atlas looked at their armband and had the vague feeling they weren’t quite used to being told what to do. Especially surrounded by other people. Their head kept moving, betraying the full mask on their face. The armband also had an eye on it.

Atlas made them wait until he’d counted out the money before finally sliding over the ring. The person behind the counter making peoples’ sandwiches kept glancing up at him as he left with a new duffel bag full of money. He put his hood back up and carted the bag up the steps to the street, then up again to the main platform as the car rail began to rumble the magnetic track.

He looked at his element’s screen. The police comms were going off about him and a witness report, so he dove into the crowd of people and disappeared, cop losing trail behind him.

i don't know what to put at the end here, honestly. uh. METEOR BLAST

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[pikkington]

Thinking about the AIs again.

A-7's been repogrammed, given a human visage to better work with the public, and now works for a security company, working to provide antivirus and antihacking measures for companies and such. Her hearing is based around the science of spectrograms. She's afraid of acting out too much and being reprogrammed again.

The Censor slowly gained sapience, his 'human' form a composite of multiple different censors he's seen. He works to censor problematic media from the public while keeping his sapience a secret.

Arthur, a computer virus that came into sudden sapience and is currently wearing an AI like a suit. Despite the newness of thought and personality, he works tirelessly, follows his original goal: to infect every computer he comes across.

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Security experts irked US prosecutors used anti-hacking law to nab Julian Assange

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[nehakukreti]

How often should you change your passwords?

https://quicksolvocom.blogspot.com/2020/06/12-ways-to-protect-your-phone-from.html

You need to change password often recommended keeping your accounts safe, with some companies enforcing them every 3-4 months. We’ll put this myth at rest and show you why changing your all password often doesn’t make it more secure.

Prevailing wisdom states that you should change your passwords regularly to keep hackers off-kilter and continuously struggling to access your data. These password changes are often advised by the IT professionals to keep your account safe and your data secure.

Although it may sound sensible, it’s not as accurate as people would like to believe in it. The reality is that changing your password frequently makes you weaker to data gaps and hackers than choosing a strong password in the beginning and leaving it alone.

Forced password changes

Even though it’s your password, some companies have such type of policies that require you to change it every 30, 60, or 90 days. They work under the assumption that changing passwords constantly will keep your data secure. If your password is changed regularly, it ensures that anyone who has unauthorized access to your account can’t maintain it for a very long.

Sadly, enforcing frequent password changes for security reasons can fail. These password changes can be used at the worst possible moment: when you’re timing in or out for the day, trying to access your weekly time card the day, or just trying to get into your emails and social media. Pressed for timing and facing an account lockout, people fall into a predictable pattern for creating a new password. The passwords chosen are simple, incredibly easy to remember, and often go up in regular order because they only change the number or special character that’s tacked on the end.

These simple and predictable password patterns are easy for hackers to hack, leaving your data far more vulnerable and insecure than it would be safe if you generated a strong password once which includes a capital letter, one number, special symbols and stored it securely in your password manager.

When you should change your passwords

Although you don't need to change your password regularly, there are particular times when it’s necessary to change your password for security reasons. The correct time to change your password is when a website you have an account for is arbitrated in a data breach. Data breaches are alarmingly obvious, and you should take the right decision to protect yourself and your information from outsiders.

Watchtower, a type of security feature built into 1Password, keeps you informed every time about password breaches and other security problems for the websites you’ve saved in 1Password. We monitor things from time to time for you and update Watchtower whenever we find a security breach, so you can change your passwords right at the moment.

If any security breach is proclaimed, Watchtower adds an alert banner to the item and notify if you haven’t changed your password since the breach. It also alerts you to any weak passwords that have been exposed in a data breach. Although a hacker may not know that you’ve used that password, let it be alone which site you used it on, it’s among the first passwords they’ll try in a password reuse attack.

However, not all the password changes will be tied to a data breach. Whether you’ve shared your login details with your friend or ex-partner, log in through an insecure network, or suspect that your device was compromised, it will be a good idea to change your password. While these don’t guarantee your passwords were not leaked, it’s much better to be safe than sorry.

How to generate strong passwords

Creating a unique password for each website you face can be mentally demanding if you’re trying to do it all on your own risk. It’s tempting to use muscle memory and slide back into the habit of using the same password each and everywhere. But you should try to hold the urge because the more random and unique your password will be, the stronger it will be. And strength always equals security.

Watchtower helps you review your passwords, quickly identifying any weak or reused passwords that need to change. After a couple of days, the password is identified, 1Password makes it easy for you to create a new one. The Strong Password Generator allows helps you to create strong, unique passwords that fit even the actual password requirements. You may set a specific password length and0adjust the number of digits and symbols you need in your password. All you have to do is click to generate a new one and then save your new password.

The best part of it is that you don’t even have to memorize the password. 1Password will always securely store it for you – and even fill it with your single click.

Other steps to secure your accounts

We know you want to keep your data and accounts as safe as possible, and we also want to help you to achieve that goal. In addition to your Master Passwords and Secret Keys, you can also enable multi-factor authentication in your accounts, ensuring your 1Password data is for you only.

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[battenthecrosshatches]

I misspoke last time. It’s S4 I’m catching up on, not S3, hah. More sketches from ep 2 so far.

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#5

Comfortember Day 6: Exhaustion

Henrik looks like he needs a fuckin' nap, man. Honestly same, though fhsjdhd

Reblog this when you like it, you fucking cowards <3

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#4

what if some dumbass kids broke into the Markiplier Manor because of a rumor that was going around. the rumor was that there was a broken mirror that was trapping a person inside. so they're in the manor and the house is just like "mm no, you're not supposed to be here, so now you die" so one does die, but the others scramble out of the manor quick enough so that they arent effected by the house yet.

but the rumor was true. you were stuck in the mirror. but now you've got a body you can use and you can get out and find the douche canoes (they're amazing douche canoes, though) that stole your body :]

though, you dont leave the kid who you stole the body from in the mirror, that'd just be hypocritical, honestly.

20 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#3

hm. Someone's got to have already said this, but what if JBM was the head of antihacking in IRIS.

Just a thought.

23 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#2

Ayup! I bring a Sam for the gathering! tracobuttons! for you!!

He's fucked up and evil! I lomve him :D

27 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Heard we are doing turquoisemagpie's DTIYS :0

I had fun with this :D

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Swiss Army: Special anti-hackers command - Switzerland

Swiss Army: Special anti-hackers command – Switzerland

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Federal Councilor Viola Amherd wants to strengthen Switzerland’s fight against cyberattacks. In her department, she wants to set up a special command comprising soldiers trained to protect civil society against virtual attacks.

Existing cyber troops need more staff, more training and more cooperation with foreign countries. Haut-Valaisanne believes that cyber attacks represent the…