> Posted on 2083-09-18
Now, that was close. Fraggin’ kid blew right through the firewall like it was made of rice paper, and the most insulting thing? The troll-boy did some digging on her, and it looks like there’s nothing special about this kid, hacking-wise. She can barely operate a cyberdeck.
If you ask me, she just guessed the passcodes. All five in a row.
Don’t tell me the odds. A lucky guess is a lucky guess. And if she can do it, so can GOD.
Anyway, the rush to patch up security and backtrace this kid’s hapstance yielded some new tidbits from the Margin Calls data drop. A reminder to peck deeper, even when you think you’ve eaten every worm.
Doesn’t pertain as much to Dr. Goodheart’s research, but hear tell that gal’s got her own juicy sig-caches incoming. Something to do with exploding the Cups tarot suit, if you can believe it.
So get to it, Fractalists. Scan the pattern, add the dossier to your Halo, and use your AR to view every pic in the Margin Calls upload. Get those fraggin’ worms before GOD swoops in.

Apophany
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