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The old ARPANET was too slow for serious research. It was a precision tool. For just looking around, Daemon knew that her standard layers of security were plenty sufficient.
She’d spent a few hours earlier fooling around with the GPS satellites…but nothing satisfactory came of it.
Her mandate was to make the A-10s appear faulty and ineffective.
Hacking and shifting the satellite signals wasn’t hard.
All pretty standard military code once you ducked through the Air Force Space Command’s firewalls. No frills. No prettiness. Just “I’m going to do this task and I’m not going to look at anything else.” She wondered why they didn’t all shoot themselves for writing such boring s**t.
Major yawn.
They fully documented their code though, which was mega-handy. Saved gobs of time.
But there
