n3m0 was sitting in the dark in his apartment. Clawfinger’s music was roaring out of his speakers but he didn’t hear them. He was numb to the world and had been staring at the contract from Beateval for quite some time. Data entry. n3m0 knew Jennifer couldn’t fire him, instead she had offered him an even worse job than his present one. Data entry, it all seemed to be a cruel joke. I’m not working in data entry. His new salary would be 65 percent of his former one, which wasn’t a blast to start with.
His current standards, which were neither stylish nor glamorous, wouldn’t be at all possible with the new pay cut. He would have to move to an even worse neighborhood than what he now called home.
n3m0 wasn’t afraid of change and wouldn’t have minded giving up his apartment and making other sacrifices – if he saw a reward at the end of the tunnel. However, he had a hard time picturing himself working in help desk, data entry was just beyond his imagination.
The thought of getting another job at Exibice was attractive, but Mark was no friend of his. n3m0 didn’t even know if the company had a real CIO, he was pretty sure Mark was in charge of everything. He’ll never give me a job.
n3m0 turned up the volume.
“I’ve been standing on the edge of the roof looking down
I’ve been looking at the people that are gathering around
I’ve been here for an hour or maybe even more
just looking at the people that I’ve never seen before
stupid little faces are all I can see
those silly little suckers are all laughing at me”
n3m0 didn’t know what would happen without a job but he knew he couldn’t work for Beateval. At this stage he didn’t care how he would manage. Sitting in the dark, emotions were washing over him. n3m0 tried to identify them all; anger, hatred, betrayal, revenge. Suddenly he found himself smiling.
“one foot over there’s no time to turn around
both feet are over and I’m heading for the ground
I’m flying in the air and I can feel the cool breeze
the people on the pavement have gone into a freeze
no space no time it’s like walking on the moon”
I am going to jump, he realized, they will pay. n3m0 would love to punish them and be there when they caught on to what he was going to their company. But that wasn’t an option. He wanted revenge, badly. Responsibility was of little interest for n3m0. He would be happy to take credits, but at the same time he realized that that wasn’t going to happen. n3m0 loved to brag about his doings, but he hoped he would be able to stay quiet this time.
He executed a simple bash script which in turn called cdrecord. When his freshly burned CD was ejected he carefully removed it and labeled it.
[tags]security, stories, fiction, insider threat, disgruntled employee[/tags]