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Jail Birds
By Zach
"We, the jury, find the defendant guilty on both counts."
Walter hung his head at the verdict. It had been inevitable, but still, until
those last words had been spoken he had still been able to have some hope for
redemption.
"Mr. Burns," announced the judge, peering at him disapprovingly over the top of
his spectacles. "You have been found guilty on two counts of fraud by the acting
jury."
The 'jury' in question was, of course, a computer-generated set of algorithms,
as were all juries these days. It was much more efficient. Most cases were
cleared through the courts in a matter of a couple of hours, even for major
offences. The judge at least was a human being, leaving one last vestige of hope
for Walter, he could expect no mercy from a computer, but perhaps the judge
would go easy on him.
He had only been trying to overcome a somewhat serious cash flow problem.
Another couple of weeks and he was sure a new job would have come up and he
would have cleared the false accounts he had set up and no one would have been
any the wiser. It was ironic, that he, who had once thought himself a world-
class programmer had been beaten by the very system he had helped design. He had
been a major player in the globalnet data grid, but all the thanks he had got
when the bulk of the still ongoing project had been completed was a bonus cheque
and a pat on the back to go with his redundancy. Now he was reduced to grabbing
any freelance computer related work he could get. Most things were computer
related in this hi-tech age, trouble was the software was so well written it
hardly ever went wrong. There was little business in fixing things, only in
development of new technologies.
His attention was suddenly brought back to the judge.
"...sentence you to two years imprisonment for your crimes. Perhaps seeing how
good our legal system is will deter you from trying to beat it again." He
motioned to the bailiff who came and handcuffed Walter and led him off out of
the courtroom.
Two years! Thought Walter to himself, it could have been a lot worse he
reasoned, but it could have been a lot better too. He still couldn't grasp that
he was actually going to jail. The processing of new prisoners was just as
ultra-slick as the courtroom had been. He was transported to the entry unit in
mere minutes and soon found himself standing cold and naked in an impossible
room. A room he knew existed and was one of many similar rooms. A room he had in
fact helped to design, at least at some level. He had seen the schematics, but
to experience it first hand was awe-inspiring.
A mile high and two miles square. Narrow corridors ran in a right-angled grid
between the huge honeycomb structures in between. Each cell of the honeycomb, he
knew, contained a body. A mindless shell kept alive at the minimal possible
level.
When the technology had first been developed there were some that said it was
ideal for what it was now used for but it had been a long and hard fight against
human rights campaigners to get it instigated.
It was known as Download technology after the firm who had first patented it,
and which was now worth a fortune. The basic process was simple. The brain was
read and the pattern of electrical impulses used to create a holographic replica
of the brain. This replica could then be converted to digital information and
stored on a computer. The problem with this process had been that the replica
information was found to degrade over time without stimulus.
It was a man called Harold Wilkins, a genius British scientist and an expert in
virtual reality technology who had first suggested that the replica pattern be
used to create a model of the person in a VR environment. This in itself proved
impossible to maintain, but a sister process of Download was conceived where the
information was not duplicated but extracted totally. This had caused great
controversy, as it was now not a copy of the person but the real mind that had
been taken from them. The controversy slowly settled and the technology was
approved after it was shown that an extracted consciousness could be replaced in
the body with few ill effects and that the consciousness could be entered into a
VR environment and live there as if in a separate reality.
However, as with all wonders, it was too good to be true and it was found that
even with full life support, bodies without minds would slowly degenerate and
people spending a long time in VR would emerge feeling weak and lethargic and
would take some time to make a full recovery. So it came that the technology was
used to overcome the ludicrous overcrowding that had come about in prisons since
the legal system had been computerized and made super efficient by globalnet. It
also had a market in short term uses such as advanced games, but the hardware
and software needed was expensive and it became a highly specialized market,
having little advantage over full immersion suits for VR gaming.
All the prisons had been slowly converted to people stores. The actual minds of
the inmates were kept in a central virtual prison manned by wardens both
computer-generated and real, the latter being very highly paid for their long
stints in VR.
Walter gazed at the bodies in the cells around his wondering how long they were
in for and for what. He knew none were there for more than thirty years. That
was the maximum a body could survive in stasis without its mind intact. Beyond
that the sentence was life. A true life sentence - the body was destroyed to
save space and the mind trapped in VR forever. At least until a maximum of a
hundred years had passed, although an inmate serving life could in fact request
his program terminated any time after his sixtieth year.
The young man helped him into his own personal cell impassively. He had probably
done this thousands of times before, thought Walter, they must all really seem
like mindless bodies to him, even the ones that still had their minds like he
himself. What a depressing job it must be.
The cell was the shape of a flattened hexagonal tube. Two feet wide, a foot high
and about eight feet long. He climbed in a lay on his back waiting for the
inevitable. He was not scared; he knew the process was safe. Only in the very
early development days had anyone lost his or her life in a transfer.
The door of the cell closed and Walter felt something cold come into place over
his head. There was a slight humming noise, slightly like an aircraft engine
warming up from a distance and suddenly Walter's world became a bright white
light.
He opened his eyes and looked down at himself. No longer naked he was wearing
the standard white overalls of a prisoner. This was not his true body, he knew,
but merely a representation of it in a computer memory somewhere. Not that you
could tell. It was perfect in every detail. He even noted the scar on his left
arm that he had got when he fell off his bike when he was five. He had helped
write this software, but it was still impressive to see the place in reality, so
to speak.
A warden approached and led him to the main cell area. The layout was rather
like an old style real jail but being only computer generated made things a lot
easier. His cell was the first one they came to. It would always be the case for
new inmates. Things didn't have to connect together in a logical way in VR. In
addition, there were no bars on the door - if you were only a program controlled
by another program you didn't need to actually have a restrictive medium, just a
command telling the computer not to let you move beyond the confines of the
cell. The lack of bars gave the whole place a much less oppressive feel. It
didn't make it any less depressing though, thought Walter.
The routine was explained to him, though he already knew it. Seven hours of
work, followed by two hours of recreation followed by five hours of sleep, then
the cycle repeated. The different areas were staggered so not everyone was up at
the same time. There was no need for food; the real bodies were maintained
automatically in stasis. There was no real need for sleep either, but research
had shown that people went crazy without at least simulated sleep in their daily
cycle.
Walter had arrived in the middle of his block's recreation session. The wall of
his cell displayed a menu of options for that time period. He pressed library
and instantly found himself in a different place. The books were non-existent.
Instead there were many computer terminals dotted about the room. Some occupied
by inmates reading the screen contents. There was something inherently amusing
to Walter about a computer program simulating a computer terminal. He thought it
would have been nicer to simulate the books.
He sat down at a terminal and began to flick through the index, trying to avoid
making eye contact with anyone else. Some of the men in this room looked rough
and were doubtless hardened criminals unlike him, and although fairly tall,
Walter was thin and not exactly a muscle man. It was perfectly possible to feel
pain in this prison, simulation or not. In some ways it was worse, you could be
hurt but no damage could ever be inflicted. If someone broke your leg it did not
really break but it still hurt as much.
A short stocky man slid into the seat beside him. Walter tried to ignore his
presence, hoping he would go away.
"Hey." Said the man. "You that computer nerd, aren't ya?"
This didn't look good. Walter wondered how he knew who he was. "Um." He offered,
not looking the man in the eye.
"I was wondering when you'd get here."
Walter raised an eyebrow. This man had been expecting him, yet he'd only been
convicted a few hours ago at most. "How do you know who I am?" He asked, his
curiosity getting the better of him.
"I know because I arranged for you to be here." The man grinned, revealing
several chipped teeth, which looked like they needed a good clean with bleach.
"You must have me mistaken with someone else," replied Walter, "I'm here for
fraud."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Walter Burns, fraud two counts, convicted this morning. But
there's no way they would ever have caught you if it wasn't for me."
Walter looked back at the man, his eyebrows raised. "What do you mean?"
"You're very good kid. There's no way those feds woulda caught your little game
if I hadn't had my, um, associates point them in the right direction."
"You mean to say that I've got two fucking years in this hell hole 'cause you
tipped off the cops?" Walter was becoming more and more angry and this man's
words.
"Well, yes and no, Walt. You see, I wanted you here. I know you; you're the
best. You designed this place you know all its ins and outs."
"Do I know you?"
"No way Wally, I just did my homework. You see I got life. Served six years
already, this place drives me nuts, worse than an old style prison. Only trouble
is I don't got no chance of parole or pardon. I aint got no body waiting for me
out there. There's no way out for me. Unless you help."
Walter was aghast. "You want me to help you escape? It's impossible. This place
is fail-safe. Anyway why should I help you? You put me in here."
"Yeah and don't forget it. I'm sure my friends on the outside could arrange a
little more serious evidence to be dragged up on you. Maybe a coupla years could
become twenty, real easy."
Walter gulped. Two years he could maybe cope with, but twenty? No way. He'd go
insane. He had no idea if this man had the power to do what he said he could,
but he knew that if he did he would not hesitate to use it. People spending life
in jail were no pushovers.
"It's not possible though. I told you."
"Bullshit, Wally. I know programmers, you can't help yourselves, you stick in
back doors, cheats, little fun things, buried deep in the code, no one would
ever find them if they didn't know what they were looking for."
Walter thought for a moment. The man was right. He knew of countless little
tricks they had added into the code in development. The trouble with programmers
was as the man had said; they just couldn't help themselves. He knew he was
going to try and help this man escape, and himself escape at the same time, he
knew that would be a necessary condition, the guy would never make it on his
own. He was going to do it, not because of the threat of another twenty years,
but because he wanted to know if it could be done.
He looked at the stocky figure to his right. "What's your name?"
"They just call me Dragon." He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a red
dragon coiled around it.
Walter nodded. "Okay, I'll help you. Or at least I'll try. But I'm gonna have to
be along for the ride. I could probably get you out of the prison alone but
bridging the gap to reality you'll never manage without me."
"Yeah, I figured that would be the deal. So what's the plan Wally?"
"First, stop calling me Wally." He was feeling a little more in control of the
situation now he'd made a definite decision.
"Er, sorry, er, Walt?"
"That'll do."
"Cool. So?"
"Well, you'll have to give me some time to try a few things. Meet me back here
at the next recreation period."
"Gotcha. I'll see ya then." Dragon got up and walked over to talk to someone
else, but just then the bell sounded indicating the end of the recreation period
and Walter found himself back in his cell and the lights had dimmed all around
the complex. It was time for some sleep.
Except Walter Burns did not sleep, he lay awake in the darkness and wracked his
brains for all the little back doors he and his colleagues had coded into this
system and how to activate them. In fact, it was mainly a process of getting
into others' heads. He had not had much to do with this area of the system. The
head he needed to be in most was Josh. Josh had masterminded the whole prison
project software and it was likely to be him behind any tricks in it.
Walter laughed when he discovered what the 'work' period consisted of. Row upon
row of inmates sat along the license plate production line. Totally pointless
and mind numbing work which amounted to nothing as the virtual number plates
just ceased to exist when they finished their run along the line.
Seven hours later it was over. Walter's brain had melted. He had to escape now;
he could not take another two years of that! He reasoned prison was not meant to
be fun, but that was inhuman torture, more so because it counted for nothing.
Finally, he was able to access what he needed, the computer terminal in the
library. It was only a book index search but it was his best bet to access any
of Josh's little quips.
Search: Josh
Josh: who's that?
Well, that was a non-standard response, which was promising. He should have had
a list of matching books or a not found error. He thought hard, what now?
Suddenly he remembered a little tease that Josh used to give them all about how
he had a higher salary for being the team leader.
Josh: who's that? The man with the dosh.
Welcome to library services.
Search:
Damn, thought Walter. That's not right. But wait. Back doors were often
deceptive. Walter bet this wasn't the same command line he had had to start
with.
Search: access program
Close enough my friend. If you've got this far then
you know who I am and you're being a very naughty
boy or girl. Congratulations! And enjoy your new
found freedom.
Console:
It was all Walter could do not to leap into the air in celebration. He was in
and it had been easy. Now came the hard part. How did you get out of an isolated
computer system?
Console: probe links
No links exist at this time.
That meant the prison database was isolated from the rest of the world. He
suddenly became aware of a presence at his side and panicking moved to cover his
screen before he realized it was Dragon.
"How's it going Walt?" asked the short man.
"Pretty good so far. I'm into the system through a back door, now I just have to
figure out how to get us out of here."
"Cool. How long will it take?"
"I dunno. Let me work." The other man sat back and observed quietly as Walter
began to type.
Console: create link
Possible links are:
Globalnet prison services.
GamesWeb network.
"What's that mean?" asked Dragon.
"I'm trying to connect this prison database to an external link so we can get
out of here."
"You mean like down the phone line."
"Er, sort of. We don't want to go to another prison area, so I suppose we should
go for the games web link."
"You're the boss."
Console: connect gamesweb
Working...
Connection to GamesWeb established.
GamesWeb(remote):
"Now the moment of truth."
"What's happening?"
"I'm gonna try and download our programs, the part of us here onto the GamesWeb
domain."
GamesWeb(remote): download
Suddenly the screen was filled with pages and pages of text. Lists of names and
figures.
"Whoops," exclaimed Walter, waiting for the text to clear, "I'm not totally
familiar with the remote system. I'll need to know your real name."
Dragon seemed to get awkward. "Um, do you have to?"
"If you want to get out of here."
Dragon sighed. "It's Reginald Algenon Poothsby."
Walter laughed. "It's hardly the name of a hardened criminal, is it?"
"I know, I know, don't rub it in. Now you know why I go by Dragon."
Walter nodded. He was hardly Mr. Street Cred himself.
GamesWeb(remote): download R A Poothsby, W Burns
There was a slightly odd sensation.
GamesWeb(local):
They looked up from the screen. The library had gone, so had everyone else. They
were alone in a sort of fuzzy whiteness. Just two lone figures dressed in white
and a computer terminal floating anomalously in mid air.
"You did it Wally!" yelled Dragon excitedly; "we're free!"
"Don't get two excited. We aren't free yet. In fact, now we are illegal data so
we don't fall under any safety mechanisms, we could be deleted at any moment."
Dragon soon calmed down at this. "So what's the plan now?"
"First we cover our tracks." He turned back to the terminal.
GamesWeb(local): kill remote links
Deleting link to globalnet prison services.
Link deleted.
GamesWeb:
"There. Now it will take them a little longer to figure out where we went when
they realize we're gone. My plan now is to try and hack into someone's game and
them somehow get the computer to think it's us that should be extracted into the
bodies in real life when the game exits. I'm gonna be playing this largely by
ear, so stay alert." Walter was actually beginning to enjoy himself, despite
knowing he was in mortal danger and breaking a million laws. This was the life a
programmer could lead only here in VR, the life of an adventurer, the hero of
the story battling against all the odds to get to safety.
GamesWeb: probe links
Currently active links:
Mortal Kombat IX (3 sessions)
Tetris (1 session)
Obliteration (2 sessions)
Space Quest XXV (1 session)
Lemmings 6 (1 session)
Walter boggled at how anyone could use this sort of technology to play Tetris.
More money than sense he reasoned. "So what do you reckon? We got a choice of
games. Mortal Kombat is a no no. We'd get killed immediately probably and as we
are entering as game characters getting killed means getting deleted, so we're
going to have to be very careful indeed. I don't like the sound of Obliteration
and Lemmings doesn't bare thinking about. So I vote for Space Quest. What do you
think?"
"Sounds like the safest bet to me."
"Okay, here goes."
GamesWeb: access link 'Space Quest XXV'
Accessing...
SQ: add players
Unknown command
SQ: add character
Source to probe: local
Probing... found two data sets, add? Yes
Adding characters...
Warning - data sets do not match any game masks
Please configure set 'R A Poothsby'
Config:
Walter frowned.
"What does that mean?" asked Dragon.
"I'm not sure, I told you I'm playing this by ear, I have no experience with
these games systems. I think it means that it won't let us just add ourselves to
the game we have to be set up as characters the game recognizes."
"In English?"
"We have to play the game. Walter and Dragon are not characters in the game, we
need to alter ourselves to match game characters."
"And how do we do that?"
"No idea."
"Hey what are you doing?"
"Playing by ear."
"With my data?"
"Gotta be one of us."
Dragon did not look happy.
Config: help
Please select a character to attach to this data set
Config: list
Currently unused characters:
Admiral Stamp
Private Jacobs
Config:
"Doesn't look like we get much choice in the matter. Who you want to be? Stamp
or Jacobs?"
"Stamp." Grinned Dragon.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Hey, I like to be in charge."
"Hmm."
Config: Admiral Stamp
Attaching -> R A Poothsby = Admiral Stamp
Autoattach: second set no options.
Attaching -> W Burns = Private Jacobs
Connect to game?
"Well, here goes. Wish us luck, see you on the other side." Walter hit 'yes' and
for the second time, they both felt the slightly odd sensation of being
downloaded.
The room was small. An antique mahogany desk stood as the centrepiece. Behind
which was a window showing an impressive starscape. Sat behind the desk was a
large man with a thick gray moustache. He was wearing a blue naval military
uniform.
"That you Dragon?" asked Walter, his voice sounding strange to his new ears.
"Yeah. But the question is: Is that _you_?"
"Of course, what do you mean?" Walter looked down at himself. "Holy shit!" It
simply had not occurred to him that Private Jacobs would be a woman.
"Jesus, I thought I felt odd, figured it was just disorientation."
Dragon laughed. "Well, I think you're cute. How's it feel?"
Walter glared at the Admiral. "It feels like the sooner we get out of this game
and back to real life the better!"
"Okay, so how?"
Walter walked over to the terminal on the Admiral's desk but could not help
catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the way. He stopped short. The
reflection looking back at him was stunning. Of course, this body had been
designed by a group of smelly games programmers, who were doubtless a bunch of
sex starved perverts. He had shoulder length red hair, deep green eyes and a
petite, yet sexy, figure poured into a slightly too tight green army uniform. He
moved an arm; not believing it could be him. "Weird." He commented and continued
to the terminal. "Hopefully this thing won't have many restrictions on it for
access by non-player characters like we are supposed to be."
SQ: list players
Current players:
Mason f-> perth.gamesweb.net.au
Gravel m-> mass.gamesweb.net
Chang m-> bej.gamesweb.ch.net
Zonez m-> cal.gamesweb.net
Melee m-> uk.gamesweb.uk.net
"Well, this is it. Pick your fate."
"That's all the information we get?"
"I'm afraid so. Location and gender. Which one do you want to be?"
"Well, I figure I'll skip the country and I don't speak Chinese and I sure as
hell don't want to be a girl so I guess I'll have to go for the UK," replied
Dragon somewhat unsurely.
"So shall it be!" mocked Walter in an attempted godlike voice which he did not
quite pull off due to his higher female register.
SQ: chlink Melee Stamp
Change link from Melee to Admiral Stamp
Are you sure? Yes
Link changed. Stamp registered as player.
SQ:
"Now me. Well, I think I'll retire to California, I always fancied a bit of sun,
sand and surf."
SQ: chlink Zonez Jacobs
Change link from Zonez to Private Jacobs
Are you sure? Yes
Link changed. Jacobs registered as player.
SQ: list players
Current players:
Mason f-> perth.gamesweb.net.au
Gravel m-> mass.gamesweb.net
Chang m-> bej.gamesweb.ch.net
Jacobs m-> cal.gamesweb.net
Stamp m-> uk.gamesweb.uk.net
"Congratulations, Dragon. We're human beings again."
The big admiral grinned at him. "You, my friend, are a very clever man, or
woman, whatever!" He reached out a hand and Walter took it and shook it
heartily. Dragon had been a good companion on this amazing adventure through
cyberspace, Walter found it hard to believe that this man had committed a crime
so terrible so as to be put away forever. He did not ask, it would destroy his
convictions. He was on a high from having successfully escaped from a supposedly
totally secure prison, to know just what monster he might have unleashed on the
world in the process was not top of his list of priorities.
"Well, I guess I'll see ya around, or not. How do I kill this thing?"
"Now we're players we should have access to the main menu, just ask for it."
"Er, menu." Commanded Dragon slightly unsurely. Walter saw nothing, but Dragon
grinned, waved, reached out, pressing an invisible button in the air, and winked
out of existence.
Walter sighed. It was all over, save one thing.
"Menu." A graphical menu appeared in the air before him. "Hello freedom." He hit
the 'quit' button and suddenly experienced a falling sensation.
*****
Walter awoke groggily feeling like shit. He felt weird. Tired and his muscles
all ached. He wondered who this guy was, whose life he'd just stolen.
He reached up and removed the head cover, allowing the world to come slowly into
focus. He squinted against the light. A figure emerged from the brightness.
"Hello, Stacey."
The figure came into focus. It was a tall man in a black suit, no one he had
ever seen before. He looked to be about mid thirties and had a slightly smug air
about him.
Something was amiss here, Walter could tell. He squinted at the man. "Who are
you?" his voice sounded wrong.
"Stacey, Stacey, it's such a shame you blocked your memory, we go back so far,
such _good_ friends." He smiled a cold, unfeeling smile.
It suddenly occurred to Walter that the man was not using Stacey as a surname
but as an informal address. He looked down at himself and got a shock. He was
still female. Large breasts rested on his chest and the sculpted curves that ran
down the rest of his body made Private Jacobs look like a twelve year old boy in
comparison.
"I see you've noticed that we've even gone to the trouble of getting your
original body."
"What the hell is this? This link is supposed to be a male body!"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, my dear," said the man
sarcastically, "all will become clear as soon as we remove the memory block.
Then you can tell us all about your abettors in the conspiracy."
"What conspiracy? Abettors? Look, I don't know what you're talking about. You
have the wrong person, my name is Walter Burns, you see I..."
"No, it's not." A second, gruff voice said, a figure stepping out of the bright
light to go with it. Walter gaped. It was Dragon. In his original short, stocky
body.
"But... Dragon? How? What, I mean..." he was lost for words.
"You aren't Walter Burns," explained Dragon, "You are Stacey Richards, mass
murderess and counter-government conspirator. You escaped our grasp once before
by entering into a cyberspace of your own construction, blocking your memories
to avoid giving yourself away. We could manipulate that reality to some extent,
setting up the bank fraud, for example, but we had to persuade you to exit
cyberspace of your own free will, the only way it could work."
"And Dragon, here, did a great job of convincing your alter ego, Walter, to
escape with him. We had you as soon as you connected to the GamesWeb we set up.
It was just a question of how exactly you would make the connection to the real
life layer after that."
"This can't be true! It's not happening!" Walter struggled against the
restraints holding him to the VR chair.
"I'm afraid this is very much happening. Guards, take her away."
Two men approached from the side, released the restraints and pulled the naked
body of Stacey Richards up and out of the room.
*****
The screen went blank
CONGRATULATIONS! You have successfully captured
the evil offender Stacey Richards.
Save game and continue to next level? Y
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