, he popped open his mobi. He couldn’t remember coming home last night and was curious to see what his stats were.

For the last couple years, he had gotten in the habit of tracking a bunch of different personal metrics. Some of them the mobi OS tracked by default, like distance traveled and heart rate, but others he had coded himself: pupil dilation, ambient noise levels, how many times he checked his mobi, etc. He scrolled through the night, seeing the numbers fluctuate as his body reacted to various stimuli. That’s odd. According to the data, for an hour last night he had done the exact same thing he had done the previous hour. No discernable change whatsoever.

That shouldn’t be possible.

Even standing still produced quantifiable changes in the data. Something must have gone wrong. He accessed the dev controls and started looking for what could have caused the error. After ensuring that the sensors were all functioning normally, he started to acknowledge the worst of all possibilities.

“Sir? Your order?”

Marid realized that he had been blocking the front of the line. “Sorry.” He stepped out of the way without getting a coffee. The fog from earlier that morning had been cleared by the sinking realization that he had been hacked.

It was cleverly done. No denying that. Even a casual user might notice if there was time missing or erased, but by looping the data from the previous hour the loss blended in almost perfectly. If it wasn’t for Marid’s obsession with data he might not have noticed himself. He dove deeper into his system and opened up an image of the mobi’s memory substrate. Luckily, his guess had been right. Whatever malicious program had been used, it worked by actively overwriting data, not by changing the underlying data itself. He was able to see what memory units had been accessed during the missing hour. Marid knew instantly what the hacker had been after.

His employee key code.

It was a unique identifier that gave him access to the microTech offices and more specifically to his dev processor. Worried about corporate espionage (and apparently rightly so) microTech had set up its development environments in isolated cells. Employees could only access their own sectors unless given active approval by security. So, if someone wanted to access the data engineering teams files, they would need one of those specific key codes.

Not only that, but key codes were
, he popped open his mobi. He could n’t remember coming home final nox and was curious to see what his stats were. 

 For the last couple days, he had become in the habit of tracking a crowd of different personal metrics. Some of them the mobi OS track by default, like distance traveled and affection rate, but others he had coded himself: pupil dilation, ambient randomness levels, how many times he check his mobi, etc. He scrolled through the night, attend the numbers fluctuate as his body react to various stimuli. That ’s odd. harmonize to the data, for an hour last night he had done the exact like thing he had done the previous hour. No discernable change whatsoever. 

 That should n’t be possible. 

 Even stand still produced quantifiable changes in the data. Something must have gone wrong. He accessed the dev controls and started looking for what could have cause the error. After ensuring that the detector were all officiate normally, he start to acknowledge the worst of all hypothesis. 

 “ Sir? Your order? ” 

 Marid realized that he had been blocking the front of the lineage. “ Sorry. ” He stepped out of the way without getting a coffee. The fog from earlier that dawn had been cleared by the sinking realization that he had been hacked. 

 It was cleverly done. No deny that. Even a casual exploiter might notice if there was time missing or erased, but by loop the data from the previous hour the loss blended in almost perfectly. If it was n’t for Marid ’s obsession with data he might not have notice himself. He dove deeply into his system and opened up an persona of the mobi ’s memory substrate. Luckily, his guess had been correct. Whatever malicious program had been practice, it worked by actively overwrite data, not by changing the underlying datum itself. He was able to see what memory units had been accessed during the missing hour. Marid knew instantly what the hacker had been after. 

 His employee key code. 

 It was a unique identifier that gave him access to the microTech offices and more specifically to his dev central processing unit. Worried about corporate espionage (and obviously rightly so) microTech had set up its development environment in isolated cells. Employees could entirely access their own sectors unless given active approval by security. So, if someone wanted to access the datum engineering teams file, they would need one of those specific key codes. 

 Not only that, but key codes were
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, he popped open his mobi. He coming last night was curious to For last couple years, had gotten in habit of tracking a bunch of personal metrics. Some of them the mobi OS tracked by default, like distance and heart rate, but others he had coded himself: pupil dilation, ambient noise how times checked mobi, etc. He scrolled through the night, seeing the numbers fluctuate as his body reacted to stimuli. That’s odd. According to the data, for hour last night he done the exact same thing had the previous No change That shouldn’t be Even standing still produced quantifiable changes in the data. Something must have gone wrong. He accessed the controls and for what have the After ensuring that were all functioning normally, he started worst of all possibilities. “Sir? Your order?” Marid that he been blocking the front of the “Sorry.” He stepped out of the way without a coffee. The fog from earlier that morning had been cleared by the sinking realization had been hacked. It cleverly done. No that. a user notice if was time missing or erased, but by looping the data from previous hour the loss blended in almost perfectly. If it Marid’s with data he not have noticed himself. dove into his system and an of substrate. his had been right. Whatever program had been used, it by actively overwriting data, data itself. He was able to see what units had been accessed during the missing Marid knew instantly what the hacker had been after. His employee key It was identifier that gave him access to the microTech and more specifically to dev processor. Worried about corporate espionage (and apparently rightly microTech set up development environments in cells. Employees could access their own given active by So, to access the data engineering teams they need one of those specific codes. that, but key codes were
, he popped open his mobi. He coulDn’t remembeR comiNg hOme LaSt niGht aNd was curious to SEe whAt his stats were.

For the laSt couPlE YearS, He Had goTten in tHE hABIt oF tRaCkiNg A BuNch of DifFerent pErsonal metRicS. SOme of them the MObI OS tracked By dEfault, like diStaNce traVeLed ANd heaRt rAte, buT otherS He had cOded himseLf: PUpil diLAtion, amBIEnT noiSe levels, how many tiMEs HE checked his mobI, etc. He ScROlLED thRouGh the night, SeEing tHE numberS FlUCTUatE As his body reacTed to variouS StiMuli. ThAt’S odD. accordIng to ThE DatA, for an hour lAst nIght he had Done thE Exact saME thing hE had doNe tHe pReviOUs HoUr. NO dISceRNaBle CHanGe whatsoEvEr.

that sHoulDN’T BE posSibLe.

EvEn staNding still proDucEd quANtiFiablE chanGes iN tHe datA. SometHing mUsT have gone wrong. HE accEssed the dEv cOnTroLs And stARted loOkiNg fOr what cOuld havE CauSeD THE eRror. After ensuring tHaT THe Sensors wEre all FUnCtIOning norMaLly, He stARTed to AcknOWlEdge the wOrst of ALl PoSsibiliTiEs.

“Sir? YOuR orDer?”

marid REaliZed thaT he had beEn bloCKing the front of THe line. “Sorry.” He STePPEd OUt of The Way without gEttiNG a coFfee. tHe Fog FRom eaRlier ThAT mORning had been cleared By The sinKing rEalization thaT he had been HACKed.

It was ClevERlY Done. No denying tHat. EvEn a casual uSEr might nOtice If there wAs time misSINg or erasEd, bUt bY loOpiNG ThE data from the pREViouS hOur the lOss Blended In aLmoSt pErfEcTly. If it waSn’t for MaRiD’s ObSeSsiOn witH Data he miGhT noT hAve NoticED himseLf. He dOve dEePeR IntO his sysTEm AND opeNeD uP an iMagE oF the mObi’s MEmoRy substRate. LuckiLy, hIS gueSs HaD been riGht. Whatever maLiCious progrAm Had Been usED, It worked By actively overwriting daTA, not by cHanGing tHe unDerlying dAta Itself. he wAS able tO see whAt memOrY unITS had bEEN aCceSsEd during thE MIssIng hoUr. mariD knew inStantly what the hackER haD been after.

His EmpLoyeE KEy CodE.

it WAs a UnIQue IDEntifier that gavE him access To THe MicroTech oFFicEs And more SpecifiCally TO his dev Processor. worried abOuT corPORatE espionage (And apparEntly righTLy so) mICrOTech Had Set up iTs DevElopmEnt envIRonMents In isolAtEd cellS. EmplOyEes could Only access their own sectoRs unleSs givEn aCtive apprOvaL By sEcurity. So, If soMeone wanteD to AccEss thE daTA engiNeerINg TeaMS fileS, theY Would need ONe Of tHOSe Specific key CODEs.

NOt onlY thAT, but keY codEs were
, he popped open his mobi.  He couldn ’t re mem ber  c omin g ho me last nighta nd w as curious to see what  hisst a ts w e re .

Fo r the l a st c oup le  y ear s, he  hadgot ten inthe habitoftr acking a bun c hof differe ntpersonal met ric s. Som eoft hem t hemobiOS tra c ked by  default,  l i ke dis t ance tr a v el ed a nd heart rate, bu t  o t hers he had co ded hi ms e lf : pup ildilation,am bient noise l e ve l s ,  ho w  many times h e checked h i s m obi, e tc . H e  scrol led t hr o ugh  the night,  see ing the n umbers fluctua t e as hi s body  re act ed t o  v ar iou ss tim u li . T h at’ s odd. A cc or dingto t h e d ata,  fo r an  hour  last night h e h ad d o nethe e xactsame  t hinghe had  done  t he previous hou r. N o discern abl echa ng e wha t soever .
Tha t shoul dn’t be pos si b l e .
Even standing sti ll p ro duced qu antifi a bl ec hanges i nthe  dat a .  Some thin g  m ust have  gonew ro ng . He ac ce ssed t he  de v c ontro l s an d star ted look ing f o r what could h a ve caused the er r o r. Afte r e nsuring tha t th e  sen sors we rea ll fu nctio ni n gn ormally, he started  t o ackn owled ge the worstof all pos s i b ilities. 

“S i r? Your order?”
Marid  realizedt hat he h ad be en block ing the f r o nt of th e l ine . “ Sor r y .”  He stepped o u t  ofth e way w ith out get tin g a  co ffe e.  The fogfrom ear li er  t ha t m ornin g  had bee ncle ar edby th e  sinki ng re aliz at io n  th at he h a db e en h ac ke d.
Itwa s cle verl y  do ne. Nodenying t hat .  Eve nacasualuser might no ti ce if ther ewas  timem i ssing or  erased, but by looping the dat a f rom t he p revious h our  the l oss blende d in a lmost  p erf e c tly.I f  i t w as n’t for Ma r i d’s  obse ss ionwith da ta he might not ha v e n oticed himsel f.He d o v edee p er int oh iss y stem and opened  up an ima ge of  the mobi’ s  me mo ry subs trate.Lucki l y, hisguess had  been rig ht . Wh a t eve r maliciou s progra m had bee n  used ,  i t wor ked  by ac ti vel y ove rwriti n g d ata,not by  c hangin g the  u nderlyin g data itself. He was a ble to  seewha t memoryuni t s h ad been a cces sed during  th e m issin g h o ur. M arid kn ewi nstan tlyw hat the h a ck erh a dbeen after. H isemplo yee key co de.
It was a uniquei dentifier that  gav e him  ac c essto  the microTech  of fi c e s and mo re  specifical ly to hi sd ev pr ocesso r. Wor ried ab o u tc orpora te e spi onage (an d a pp a rentlyri gh t ly so)  mic ro Tech h ad set up i t s  development env ironm e n ts in iso lated  c ells. E m ploy ees couldonly access  their  own  sect ors unl es s give n a ct ive approv a l by secu rity.  So, if  s omeo newanted  toa c cesstheda taengineeri n g  t e am sf ile s, t hey w ou ld n eed one o f  those s pec i fic key  c ode s . 

Noto nl y that, butkey  code s were
, he_popped open_his mobi. He couldn’t_remember coming_home_last night_and_was curious to_see what his_stats were.

For the last_couple years, he_had_gotten in the habit of tracking a bunch of different personal metrics. Some of_them_the mobi_OS_tracked_by default, like distance traveled_and heart rate, but others_he had_coded himself: pupil dilation, ambient noise levels, how_many_times he checked_his mobi, etc. He scrolled through the night, seeing_the numbers fluctuate as his body_reacted to various_stimuli._That’s_odd. According to the_data, for an hour last night_he had done the exact same_thing he had done the previous hour._No discernable change whatsoever.

That shouldn’t be_possible.

Even standing still produced quantifiable_changes in_the data. Something must have_gone wrong. He_accessed the_dev controls and_started looking for what could have_caused the error._After ensuring that the sensors were_all_functioning normally, he_started_to_acknowledge the_worst of all_possibilities.

“Sir?_Your order?”

Marid_realized_that he had been blocking the_front_of the line. “Sorry.” He stepped out_of the way without_getting_a coffee. The fog_from earlier that morning had_been cleared by the sinking realization_that he_had been_hacked.

It was cleverly done. No denying that. Even a casual user_might notice if there was time_missing or erased, but_by looping_the_data from the_previous_hour the_loss blended in almost perfectly. If it_wasn’t for_Marid’s obsession with data he might_not have noticed himself._He_dove deeper into his system and_opened up an image of the_mobi’s memory substrate. Luckily, his_guess_had_been right. Whatever malicious program_had been used, it worked by_actively overwriting data,_not by changing the underlying data itself._He_was able to see what memory_units_had been accessed during the missing_hour._Marid_knew instantly what the hacker_had been after.

His employee key code.

It_was a unique identifier that gave him access to_the microTech offices_and more specifically to his_dev_processor._Worried about corporate espionage (and apparently rightly so) microTech had_set up_its development environments_in isolated cells. Employees could only access their own sectors_unless given active approval by security. So,_if someone wanted to access the data engineering teams files, they_would need one of those specific key codes.

Not_only that, but key codes were