Connection - February 25, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "Connection". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Connection - Squiddy Geiger - February 25, 2012

The drab little house on the drab street garnered little attention, and the drab little man in the drab little house liked it that way. Occasionally, someone might say hi as he came or went, but mostly they ignored him, if they saw him at all.

What they didn't know was just how little drab applied to what was going on inside the house. In every room there was computer equipment, with monitors displaying information, and blinking lights on communications arrays in cabinets, receiving vast amounts of information which the computers crunched, and spit out again, the results zipping off to locations all over the world.

This unprepossessing man was instrumental in supplying information to individuals of questionable or suspect loyalties and affiliations. He had gone out of his way to build his network quietly and efficiently. He hid the massive power usage and data connectivity by owning several other houses in the neighborhood, and rerouting their power and data connections to this house.

He also used various means to mask the true locations of each of the data sources coming into the house - each appeared, to a casual observer, to be in a different country altogether. The resources behind him were quite well funded, and allowed this to function. His clients did not know his identity, and did not know his location. Even if they had, it was in their interests to keep the secret anyway.

The man had a cover job, which he worked from home, allowing him complete freedom. Nobody ever checked on him, and he was free to keep his system up and running. The Connection, as his clients referred to him, was always there. He made sure of this.

Posted by Squiddy at February 25, 2012 08:45 PM | TrackBack