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Lair (S1R5)

In a castle reminiscent of the Cloud City of Bespin, Distinctive wakes up from his nightmare, but is decidedly not `living the dream’.

February 23, 2019

All Recordings

Nightmare (S1R4)

Some people are nightmares. Sometimes those people are you. Ipssec's youtube channel: - February 6, 2019

Tick Tock (S1R3)

Exclusivor is posing as a lawyer and hacking iPhones and trying to free Distinctive from the hospital. - January 20, 2019

Lawyer (S1R2)

Distinctive is in the hospital, in pain, and he's told he has a lawyer - but wait, what? He doesn't have a lawyer. - January 2, 2019

Pain (S1R1)

In a lot of pain, Distinctive is in his own head thinking about his life, thinking about changes he needs to make, thinking about how to best set up Exclusivor and take her down. - December 18, 2018

Busted (S1R0)

Distinctive gets busted by Sam Fishburne, in more ways than one. Lita and Stoney are in trouble, too. The ever-elusive Exclusivor makes a run for it. - December 17, 2018

Season Zero Recap

It's been a long time since Season Zero ended. Get caught up by listening to this. - December 16, 2018

Avanta Speaks (recording 11)

LOL-Lita tries to kill Exclusivor. Avanta speaks, but doesn't make sense. Sean, aka Distinctive, wants to run. Run fast. Run far. - March 2, 2018

Step On a Crack (recording 10)

Distinctive comes home from a weekend night of emergency work, and a woman is in his bed. He finds out who she is, and what she wants. - February 16, 2018

Wobbling (recording 9)

Sean had been hacked by the Voice. Now he thinks he was mugged by the Voice. He decides that enough is enough. He's been feeble, he needs to get after it. - February 2, 2018

Dreams (recording 8)

Swatting failed, Avanta is not found and Distinctive heads home as his life looks less and less like the one he had carefully built over a decade. And, one of his most cherished possessions is stolen. - January 19, 2018

Swatted (recording 7)

Distinctive, LOL-Lita, Stoney and Fishburne track who they think is Sindictive, and who they think is Avanta. Or, is she Exclusivor? To get Avanta back, they take drastic measures. They SWAT them. But, will it work? - January 5, 2018

Sindictive (recording 6)

Avanta has been kidnapped. Distinctive and the team learn who did it, and perhaps why. And, Lita and Distinctive think they have found Exclusivor: Avanta. - December 22, 2017

Rescue Attempt (recording 5)

After things go awry in the warehouse, Sean/Distinctive takes matters into his own, um, hands. He gets an assist from his new, favorite person on earth, but will miss her, too. - December 8, 2017

Ruthless People (recording 3)

Distinctive is in Longbeach, along with a handful of co-workers, and isn't happy. Nothing is going his way, even when he's surprised by some buddies. - November 21, 2017

Planes, Trains and Doxing (recording 2)

Distinctive hears from the Voice again, finally, but the instructions to call the FBI doesn't sit well. Distinctive is broke, and dreads telling #TheCollective he can't make payday, fearing the fallout. - November 2, 2017

The Voice (recording 0)

Sean, aka "Distinctive" is a hacker. He has a job he can't lose, and a lot of hacker friends who don't know who he is IRL. Then a Voice blackmails him. - October 16, 2017

In a castle reminiscent of the Cloud City of Bespin, Distinctive wakes up from his nightmare, but is decidedly not `living the dream’.

February 23, 2019

The Script

Oh man, waking up next to Avanta day in and day out was so fantastic. We made love in the morning, the sunlight peaking through the shear curtains, spilling through the east-facing wall of windows, illuminating her beautiful dark skin, highlighting that cute little birthmark on her inner thigh. A birthmark I am happy to say, I got a close up of each and every morning.

Avanta was always pretty happy about it, too.

After making love, we’d lay there whispering to each other, a pretzel of cuddling, until one of us had to pee, and we’d both get up and shower together, drink coffee, and decide what we wanted to do that day. Did we want to deal with a bitchy Atomic Lathe and be heroes for keeping the world safe, or maybe stroll around the city, take in a museum, visit our friends, then come home early and return to bed.

I hated waking up from that dream.

It took two weeks to recuperate after Exclusivor sprung me from the hospital. She said she was helping, I said she was kidnapping. When we arrived at the parking garage, the trunk opened and a powerful kerosene smell overcame me. My eyes immediately started watering and I blindly jabbed with my crutch just like I planned – and I gave Lita a black eye. Lita was trying to surprise me, but I ruined it. How was I supposed to know that Exclusivor already sprung her and Stoney and we were all flying on a private jet out of the country asap?

Exclusivor was so mad that I not only doxxed her but also tried to assault her with a crutch, that she gave me a bunch of black-market Canadian morphine.

I missed the whole plane ride. The next thing I remember, I was waking up in this huge bedroom in this huge mansion, and my Mom was taking care of me. No, for real. That wasn’t the morphine, it was really my mom, in a mansion.

This place, the other people there nicknamed it The Lair. It was so huge, I practically needed Google Maps to find my way around. It was full of hackers, and helpers. Everyone was personally recruited by Exclusivor. Hand picked. I was the only one there against my will.

Mom was having the time of her life.

The dining room staff were about the only non-hackers in the Lair. But Samme the Sous Chef said they completely bought into this crazy idea Exclusivor is selling, which I think is madness that will never fly. But, I’m the only one even on the fence about it. Mom was all-in. Lita is possibly the most skeptical person on the planet, and she chugged the Kool-aid.

One morning, about two weeks in to my stay The Lair, which I wasn’t allowed to leave, I told Lita about the Avanta dream. Lita was still working on forgiving me for the black eye, but she said, “Really, Avanta? She’s a little weird for you, isn’t she?”

I said, “What do you mean? I’m in love with her.” Lita tilted her head and said, “I think Fishburne rattled your brain. You’ve never liked weird people.” I said, (loudly) “I do too like weird people!” just when Exclusivor walked over. It was like if you are at a club talking loudly over the music and the music suddenly cuts out.

Exclusivor said, “Okay, Check that box. Distinctive likes his ladies weird.”

I was embarrassed. Again.

I had a lot of embarrassing moments in those first two weeks. Exclusivor never missed a chance, even though Mom disapproved and Mom was practically the only one Exclusivor listened to. Exclusivor often referred to my infamous beating video as the “Fishburne Beat Down” or FBD for short. And Exclusivor had it ready to play any time she wanted to shut-down a conversation with me. Like, when she and I had a disagreement about Atomal or Avanta, or anything, really.

Once, I entered the war-room pointing to my laptop and said to her, “look, I just found this on the FBI web site — because of you, I’m on the Cyber’s Most Wanted List!”

She said, “Oh, boo-hoo, call me when you join me on the Ten Most and we’ll have coffee.” She had a jail-broken and highly customized iPhone to which she said, “Siri, play the beat-down” and the brutal video started playing on every monitor in sight. And, the war-room was wall-to-wall monitors. It was humiliating.

Laughter erupted, of course. What a bunch of brown-nosers kissing up to the alpha-hacker. Most of the guys and half the women were also trying to get in her pants. As-if. Exclusivor was out of everyone’s league.

Lita recovered from her black-eye about the same time I fully recovered from the FBD. Even though I apologized to her, like, a million times and explained I didn’t know it was her letting me out of the trunk of the car, and I didn’t mean to hit her, she was still mad.

Lita referred to the Lair as the Cloud City of Bespin, because of white. The walls, the floors, the furniture, all white. Another group of hackers told her Cloud City was a stupid name. They called it “The Repository”. The OSINT and COMINT teams preferred SO-RAD while the team creating deep fakes for blackmail preferred “Beaver Dam”. It was like a competition.

But whatever, the place was impressive. The insanely rich have all these empty homes run by resentful caretakers barely scraping by. Caretakers who love hackers and rebels and anarchists and loan out the homes willingly. When the caretakers get wind of the owner’s return, the Lair simply bugs out. Samme the Sous Chef said Bug Outs are a frat party mixed with the Amazing Race. Everybody get hammered, packs up the stuff, cleans out the current Lair, divide into small groups, and race to rendezvous at the new Lair, which is sometimes on a whole other continent.

Awesome. Perfect cover for when Mom and I make a break for it. We’ll just disappear.

You know those brown-nosers I mentioned? Exclusivor put a stop to all that nonsense. One day, I’m sitting at Big Ben, this huge grandfather clock in the massive foyer, and I’m on my own laptop again catching up on some old hacks, and starting new ones, mainly to see how much trouble I’d be in if I was apprehended. Answer: a lot.

Then I overheard this Romanian hacker whispering to a hacker recruited from Alaska that Exclusivor was trying to put together a Blue Team. Fear of being stuck on the Blue Team sent both of the bootlickers scurrying for dark corners in order to avoid attracting attention.

I suspected Exclusivor started the rumor herself, so the fanboys would leave her alone.

On the other hand, Exclusivor’s reputation online was so outsized, and her Collective so big that rival hacking collectives like Sindictive’s Syndicate had taken notice and were attacking our network. As good as everyone there was at hacking, no one cared to put ten calories into implementing a real network defense. I knew I would be good at leading that team, but alas, I didn’t intend to stay.

I was gonna be all ‘adios, say┼Źnara, don’t let the auf wiedersehen hit you in the aloha, I bought a ticket to see-you-the-eff-later!”

During the next Bug-out, I was going to disengage and float away with rest of the garbage.