Rooted
Woohoo, Rooted is live!
It had taken almost two weeks of brute force attacks to find the inevitable patron with a weak password. It had taken an additional three days of scripted attacks from within to build his own privileged account. But victory was sweet (and highly caffeinated)--Logan now owned the exclusive Pendulum Club. He snatched the binaries and started a decompile on them; they'd be worth a lot of money. Maybe they'd even be worth enough to buy a new hand.
The Pendulum Club didn't allow people like him to join. They had rigorous standards of physical attractiveness--which was asinine, since it was an online venue--and charged monthly membership dues higher than his annual income. Pale, skinny guys with cheap, buggy prosthetics didn't pass their aesthetic criteria. All the more reason to use the service in addition to selling it off, as far as Logan was concerned. He loaded the simskin he'd created for the occasion--a dashing black-haired man in a tux--and entered the program.
