Subject: [FFML] [ff][BGC]We All Fall Down
From: "Jusenkyo Guide" <jusenkyoguide@mailcity.com>
Date: 7/21/1999, 9:19 PM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>
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Nihao!

	First of all, this is not my idea; this is the brainchild of my roommate, friend, and general annoyance, Linchi. But as she doesnt feel up to writing it, and this idea seemed to work so well, I took it. Bubblegum Crisis, the real one, not the 2040 crap, is not mine and I never said it was. C&C is most wanted and I would really like to get some of it. 

Jusenkyo Guide

Jusenkyo productions Proudly Presents
A Bubblegum Crisis Fan Fiction
We All Fall Down

Prolog

MegaTokyo 2035:

	No one can imagine the Net. Its impossible, not only does it not really have a form to imagine but that not form changes from second to second as computers and users log on and off line. Sure, there are some guideposts, severs that never left the Net unless something had happened. But the form itself, the pure data streams, no one would ever be able to see unless you happened to be a boomer of course. 

	Humans made programs and developed ways of handling it all, even with the advent of boomer technology the dream of jacking directly into the data streams is not possiable. You can come damn close however. The masters of this domain dominated by AIs are the hackers. The best get so close to pure code that its uncanny, and have lead to rumors that they to are just boomers. One of the best of these hackers moonlights as both an AD Police officer and as a Knight Saber. Not that she doesnt like her other jobs, but her true world is here among the highways and byways of cyberspace. She works so close to the data stream that at time she thinks she might actually see it without a translation program. 

To her, the childish pranks are merely a way of keeping score in a game. Some the information she has pulled out of computers has gone to keep her team mates safe and the world from being blown up a couple of times. But thats all secondary to the thrill of cracking that one computer, destroying that one AI, making those sets of boomers dance the cancan through Quinceys office. Priss might talk about the thrill of being on a motorcycle, Linna about the perfect dance, but Nenes joy comes from the data stream that connected her world and kept it running. She not only was good at what she did; she loved it.       

	The red-haired hacker was at home. Her little apartment not too far from the ADP tower. It was in a word, cute. Frilly things filled it, lots of pink stuff, except for one room. That room was more Spartan that anything that Priss or Sylia could have come up with. It was the room that she did all her work in, her true work. It was barren except for a large computer workstation that was filled with computers, toys, and gadgets that she used. Code breakers and other tools of the hackers trade. A full VR sim tank stood near by, ready to be used at its mistresss call. And of course surrounding it all, the other tools of the hackers trade, boxes of mostly empty pizza, a few had been showing signs of intelligent life as of late. Stacks of cans of this or that soda, even a few diet ones now and then littered the room The result looked like the ages old collision of a college students apartment with the headquarters of Microsoft.

	Nene was currently working on a bit of a puzzle. She had been at it for about three days now and she was sure she almost had it, Sylias personal files. Normally it was not her style to go snooping around her friends stuff. But this had so many encryptions and security programs attached to it that it would be against her grain to leave something like that alone. Besides, it had been something like this that had lead her to the Knight Sabers in the first place. It would be like Sylia to put something like this just to see if her hacker could break it. 

	It had been really tough though; the only think that would be harder was something called the OMS that she kept on running up against in GENOM. One of these days, when she got Sylia to lend her the computer in the HQ, shed find out what THAT was. But for now, she wanted to know what was in these files that were so dang hard to break into. 

	For her three days of work, she had all but one of the security programs peeled off of it and all of it decrypted. The last one was of the password type, and she couldnt get at it. She tried everything that she could think of that Sylia might use for a password. Knight Sabers, Mackie, Katsuhito, nothing worked. It was getting to the point where she would have to call it quits. Sylias computer had some of the best security on it, she should know, she helped put it there. And it would be only a matter of time before the computer noticed the use of the back doors she had put in the thing and shut her down. Nene really didnt want to have to explain to Sylia why she was hacking into her computer. It was bound to be unpleasant. 

	"Ok," she said out loud, "One last try." One the keyboard she typed on really long shot of a word, Quincey and it worked. 

	In shock, Nene watched as the files quickly downloaded into her computer. It was a big hefty chuck too, almost 3 gigs worth of data. 

	Some of the files were ones she expected. Hardsuit designs logs of the missions, the Silky Dolls bank accounts, as well as the various accounts of Sylia herself. Nene whistled when she read the balance, her friend was more than well off. 

	Other files were a bit surprising. There were files on each of them. They held things like past history, and disturbingly, ways to black mail them. Nene winced as she read her file, Sylia made her seem like a silly fluff headed girl, and then proceeded to say that she knew it was all a lie and cataloged each and ever time that she had hacked into the ADP data base and the GENOM network. 

	There was one other file; it was marked personal, eyes only. It had yet another security program on it, this one she cracked quickly. Nene read the file; then read it again. She started to shake her head from side to side hoping that the words on the screen would go away. But they didnt. Nene had heard from the others how it had felt to be betrayed, from Linna most of all every time another one of her boyfriends dumped her. She had hoped that she would never ever have to feel betrayed, but she was.

	On the screen was the last of Sylias files, her secret. Detailed reports each earmarked for Chairman Quincey of GENOM. Telling him how things went on their missions, that they were successful or not, the performance of the Knight Sabers as a group and as individuals, and of their hardsuits. There were orders from Quincey, ordering Sylia to attend this, destroy this, and kill this person. And all signed with one thing that made Nenes blood run cold, 'Love, your father.'

	Linna found Nene a few days later. She was supposed to have met up with the girl earlier that day to do some serious shopping in Chinatown. When she had knocked on the door and received no answer, Linna barged in fearing for her friend and teammate. What she saw was far worse than anything she had ever seen in one of their missions. 

	Nene was sitting in a corner, holding herself and rocking back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes were vacant and Linnas questions and desperate pleas were not answered. When the rest of the Knight Sabers and later the AD Police came to investigate, one thing was clear, Nenes computer, the love of her life, had been destroyed. Apparently by Nene herself if the cuts on the girls arms were any indication. The other sad fact was that the girl whose cheerfulness had brought such joy into the lives of the Knight Sabers and the AD Police, was gone. All that remained was an empty shell that rocked back and forth. Sometimes though, her attendants said, she would start to cry, asking only one question, "Why?"

End.

	Hmmmm, this actually seems to be rather complete, but if the response is good, I know where I want to take this story. Again, please give me C&C or give me Akanes cooking!

JG     
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Here sir we come to famous training ground of accursed springs
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|Guide of the training grounds|Ranma 1/2, Tenchi Muyo, BGC,  |
|of accursed springs, 8th     |AMG, Tank Police, Gall Force, |
|Disciple of Eriond, President|YUA, GitS, ADP, Evangelion    |
|of the AMS, and proud member |Project A-ko, UY, VPM, BGC!   |
|of the #SkAS#                |Darkside Blues, Dragon Century|
|------- http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/6549 ----------------|
|Akane, Lina, Washu, Nene,    |Nene showed Mackie just how   |
|Skuld, Belldandy, Kiyone     |much she knew. Winter Blossoms|
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