Cory Doctorow/Little Brother/14
supremely powerful, since they can comprise thousands, even "Galvez just totally busted him for being in the halls during
hundreds of thousands of computers, scattered all over the class and for having his phone out you should have seen her
Internet, connected to juicy highspeed connections and running tear into him. She was really enjoying it."
on fast home PCs. Those PCs normally function on behalf of their
owners, but when the botmaster calls them, they rise like zombies We shook hands solemnly and snuck back out of the corridor,
to do his bidding. down the stairs, around the back, out the door, past the fence and
out into the glorious sunlight of afternoon in the Mission.
There are so many infected PCs on the Internet that the price of Valencia Street had never looked so good. I checked my watch
hiring an hour or two on a botnet has crashed. Mostly these things and yelped.
work for spammers as cheap, distributed spambots, filling your
mailbox with comeons for bonerpills or with new viruses that "Let's move! The rest of the gang is meeting us at the cablecars
can infect you and recruit your machine to join the botnet. in twenty minutes!"
I'd just rented 10 seconds' time on three thousand PCs and had #
each of them send a text message or voiceoverIP call to Charles's
phone, whose number I'd extracted from a sticky note on Benson's Van spotted us first. She was blending in with a group of
desk during one fateful officevisit. Korean tourists, which is one of her favorite ways of
camouflaging herself when she's ditching school. Ever since the
Needless to say, Charles's phone was not equipped to handle truancy moblog went live, our world is full of nosy shopkeepers
this. First the SMSes filled the memory on his phone, causing it and pecksniffs who take it upon themselves to snap our piccies
to start choking on the routine operations it needed to do things and put them on the net where they can be perused by school
like manage the ringer and log all those incoming calls' bogus administrators.
return numbers (did you know that it's really easy to fake the
return number on a caller ID? There are about fifty ways of doing She came out of the crowd and bounded toward us. Darryl has
it just google "spoof caller id"). had a thing for Van since forever, and she's sweet enough to
pretend she doesn't know it. She gave me a hug and then moved
Charles stared at it dumbfounded, and jabbed at it furiously, his onto Darryl, giving him a quick sisterly kiss on the cheek that
thick eyebrows knotting and wiggling as he struggled with the made him go red to the tops of his ears.
demons that had possessed his most personal of devices. The plan
was working so far, but he wasn't doing what he was supposed to The two of them made a funny pair: Darryl is a little on the
be doing next he was supposed to go find some place to sit heavy side, though he wears it well, and he's got a kind of pink
down and try to figure out how to get his phone back. complexion that goes red in the cheeks whenever he runs or gets
excited. He's been able to grow a beard since we were 14, but
Darryl shook me by the shoulder, and I pulled my eye away thankfully he started shaving after a brief period known to our
from the crack in the door. gang as "the Lincoln years." And he's tall. Very, very tall. Like
basketball player tall.
"What's he doing?" Darryl whispered.
Meanwhile, Van is half a head shorter than me, and skinny, with
"I totaled his phone, but he's just staring at it now instead of straight black hair that she wears in crazy, elaborate braids that
moving on." It wasn't going to be easy to reboot that thing. Once she researches on the net. She's got pretty coppery skin and dark
the memory was totally filled, it would have a hard time loading eyes, and she loves big glass rings the size of radishes, which
the code it needed to delete the bogus messages and there was click and clack together when she dances.
no bulkerase for texts on his phone, so he'd have to manually
delete all of the thousands of messages. "Where's Jolu?" she said.
Darryl shoved me back and stuck his eye up to the door. A "How are you, Van?" Darryl asked in a choked voice. He always
moment later, his shoulders started to shake. I got scared, thinking ran a step behind the conversation when it came to Van.
he was panicking, but when he pulled back, I saw that he was
laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I'm great, D. How's your every little thing?" Oh, she was a bad,
bad person. Darryl nearly fainted.
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