Cory Doctorow/Little Brother/13
All we needed was a microwave.
Darryl opened the door and began to move out, me on his heels.
"Give it another two minutes and the teacher's lounge will be A second later, he was standing on my toes, elbows jammed into
empty," I said. my chest, as he tried to backpedal into the closetsized kitchen
we'd just left.
Darryl grabbed his book at headed for the door. "Forget it, no
way. I'm going to class." "Get back," he whispered urgently. "Quick it's Charles!"
I snagged his elbow and dragged him back. "Come on, D, easy Charles Walker and I don't get along. We're in the same grade,
now. It'll be fine." and we've known each other as long as I've known Darryl, but
that's where the resemblance ends. Charles has always been big
"The teacher's lounge? Maybe you weren't listening, Marcus. If for his age, and now that he's playing football and on the juice,
I get busted just once more, I am expelled. You hear that? he's even bigger. He's got anger management problems I lost a
Expelled." milktooth to him in the third grade, and he's managed to keep
from getting in trouble over them by becoming the most active
"You won't get caught," I said. The one place a teacher wouldn't snitch in school.
be after this period was the lounge. "We'll go in the back way."
The lounge had a little kitchenette off to one side, with its own It's a bad combination, a bully who also snitches, taking great
entrance for teachers who just wanted to pop in and get a cup of pleasure in going to the teachers with whatever infractions he's
joe. The microwave which always reeked of popcorn and spilled found. Benson loved Charles. Charles liked to let on that he had
soup was right in there, on top of the miniature fridge. some kind of unspecified bladder problem, which gave him a
readymade excuse to prowl the hallways at Chavez, looking for
Darryl groaned. I thought fast. "Look, the bell's already rung. if people to fink on.
you go to study hall now, you'll get a lateslip. Better not to show
at all at this point. I can infiltrate and exfiltrate any room on this The last time Charles had caught some dirt on me, it had ended
campus, D. You've seen me do it. I'll keep you safe, bro." with me giving up LARPing. I had no intention of being caught
by him again.
He groaned again. That was one of Darryl's tells: once he starts
groaning, he's ready to give in. "What's he doing?"
"Let's roll," I said, and we took off. "He's coming this way is what he's doing," Darryl said. He was
shaking.
It was flawless. We skirted the classrooms, took the back stairs
into the basement, and came up the front stairs right in front of "OK," I said. "OK, time for emergency countermeasures." I got
the teachers' lounge. Not a sound came from the door, and I my phone out. I'd planned this well in advance. Charles would
quietly turned the knob and dragged Darryl in before silently never get me again. I emailed my server at home, and it got into
closing the door. motion.
The book just barely fit in the microwave, which was looking A few seconds later, Charles's phone spazzed out spectacularly.
even less sanitary than it had the last time I'd popped in here to I'd had tens of thousands of simultaneous random calls and text
use it. I conscientiously wrapped it in paper towels before I set it messages sent to it, causing every chirp and ring it had to go off
down. "Man, teachers are pigs," I hissed. Darryl, white faced and and keep on going off. The attack was accomplished by means of
tense, said nothing. a botnet, and for that I felt bad, but it was in the service of a good
cause.
The arphid died in a shower of sparks, which was really quite
lovely (though not nearly as pretty as the effect you get when you Botnets are where infected computers spend their afterlives.
nuke a frozen grape, which has to be seen to be believed). When you get a worm or a virus, your computer sends a message
to a chat channel on IRC the Internet Relay Chat. That message
Now, to exfiltrate the campus in perfect anonymity and make tells the botmaster the guy who deployed the worm that the
our escape. computers are there ready to do his bidding. Botnets are
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