A Gargantuan Farce

Fast as Light Mind

I didn’t set out to take down media mogul Mordred Reynolds, it just fell into my lap. Talk about a David and Goliath story, I’m a nobody techno-geek while he was the founder of Gargantua Enterprises, one of the largest media groups in the world. I mean, Pantagrue News itself is larger than its next three competitors combined. Oh yes, sorry, I’m getting ahead of my story.

I’m a great hobbyist and was testing a new invention. The device looks like a virtual reality helmet but is actually an interface between a computer and the human brain. Imagine the possibilities of a disabled person being able to communicate directly with his mind or a technician manipulating a computer controlled device with her thoughts. Unfortunately, the device didn’t work as expected.

Actually, it performed too well.

I was a little discombobulated when I first placed the helmet on my head. I had no idea where I was or what was happening. My consciousness was floating in a sea of data and breathed information. As quick as I would think of a question I’d have the answer. It dawned on me that by creating an ultra-wideband connection directly into my computer I had opened a doorway onto the Information Superhighway.

I couldn’t believe a smalltime inventor working out of his garage would have been the first to discover how to inject his mind into the Internet. The nanosecond the thought occurred I knew the answer, that I wasn’t the first. There was a large presence over most of the virtual universe. I quickly hid in the shadows of knowledge and peeked out.

An entity known as Mordred the Malefactor had taken control of huge swaths of the Internet’s infrastructure. Large datacenters and server farms all over the world, both private and government, were under his control. The core Domain Routers were his private toys. He knew his competitor’s every move and knew the goings-on of the world’s governments better than they knew themselves. It seemed nothing was too small or dirty to escape his attention as he tracked the smallest movement of B-list celebrities and posted their tawdry stories in his rags.

The Internet itself seemed to be calling out to me for help. I knew the papers and magazines, the TV stations and movie studios were just a cover from his real aim. I could see he was behind most of the never-ceasing political bickering occurring throughout the developed world. He would soon use the instability and his control over the Internet to seize power. As corny as it sounded, he was after world domination.

I felt a presence come near me. I had been discovered by one of Mr. Reynolds’ subordinates and she was closing in. I quickly unplugged her from the ‘net and isolated her office so she couldn’t communicate. Her electronic scream echoed as her interface shut down never to reboot. I felt awful. I had virtually killed a person but I knew I had no time to reflect; I had bigger phish to fry.

Being fluent in hex I found a yellow byte road that a non-programmer would miss allowing me to sneak up on Mr. Reynolds’ ornate virtual palace while his attention was elsewhere. I entered through a backdoor in his program. Mr. Reynolds, no programmer himself, had no idea such a backdoor could exist.

Twiddling some bits I sent the complete record of Mordred’s virtually hidden life and all of his plans to every Attorney General in the world. Just to be safe I also sent it to his twelve biggest competitors. To Distract Mordred as I was doing this I setup a honey pot in an underpowered server. From the outside it looked like George Clooney’s personal diary. With the evidence sent I cut off the honey pot’s interface to the world and trapped Mordred’s consciousness in the small computer.

My job completed I worked my way back to my own computer and removed my helmet. After Mordred’s stench I had to get outdoors for a breath of fresh air. Only I had forgotten how fast news travels on the wires. My house was surrounded by a tidal wave of reporters. Everyone was there. Well, almost everyone. I didn’t see a single Gargantua mushroom logo of Pantagrue News.

Today is Media Monday on Trent’s World and I have no new media to post so I picked 10 words randomly out of a thesaurus. I incorporated them into a story about media.  I hope you enjoyed.

6 thoughts on “A Gargantuan Farce

  1. Pingback: The 750 Word Challenge | Trent's World (the Blog)

  2. M-R

    *I* did !! :) Delightful – especially because as far as I’m concerned we’re talking about that bastard who was once Australian but sold his soul and identity for money and power …

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Ahem, cough, cough, “All of the characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to any real person*, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.” cough, cough….

      *(unless used for satire)

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

Express Yourself

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s