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Helene sat hunched over her keyboard, her fingers fairly flying over the keys as she worked. The project she was working on was nearly complete. Her messenger chimed and she ignored it. She just had a few more lines of code to write. She typed out the syntax and sighed with relief.

She checked her messages. It was from one of the others working on the project. :Snowfall, you done yet?:

Snowfall was her code name. She typed in her response. :Yes, Firebird. I’m done.:

:Send me what you have. I’ll run it through the compiler and check for bugs.: Firebird’s reply was immediate.

Helene saved her work and she sent the code to her partner. It was hard work being a hacker, and doubly so when your job by day was to catch hackers like yourself. Helene was a cybersecurity analyst in her dayjob and it was her duty to catch and report people like herself and Firebird.

She smirked. If her bosses knew what she did in her downtime she’d probably be fired and arrested. But someone had to lead the revolution and the politicians were dragging their feet. So were the voices on the internet crying for change. They all said they wanted something different, but they never acted.

So it was up to the hackers, the rebels in the system, to lead that change as it always had been. The social engineers were hard at work, gathering information and spreading information far and wide. The data miners like Helene were searching for ways into systems to get vital records that the government was trying desperately to hide. If the nataion wanted a revolution, then by the stars the outcasts like Helene would give them one.