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Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering. 

She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.

A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."

This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.

She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.

When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes. 

"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."

The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for. Mr. Illuminati Theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...

The information she finds confirms some of the spiders' theories, but not all of them. And before the actual investigation starts, the one that would prove once and for all that they are involved in massive criminal activity, Naomi finds that she did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.

Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual. 

Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.

For days, she seethes.

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Not later than 2AM and not earlier than 9AM, if you so desire restrictions.
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Thanks! :)

By now Naomi's train has arrived. She goes to school and spends most of her class time paying a quarter of her attention to her schoolwork and spending the rest working on her projects. When she gets home she considers doing the coffee trick again before she decides that doing research into how to do it sustainably can wait and in the meanwhile she can just stay up by drinking actual coffee. 

By 1 PM Saturday she's ... not quite done with the mapping program. It works when she gets her cables to produce a soft, consistent, microphonic sound, but trying to map the walls with normal noise looks like it'll be a longer-term project.

Then she organizes her bedroom and notes to make it look like she's been doing homework, falls asleep, and sneaks out the window at 9:30. She gets to the local MSY office fifteen minutes later.

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Ellie is there.

"You're early. Good."

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She's also nervous. Her returning grin is a bit shaky. "Been practicing the cable stuff too. The shield comes up a lot faster than it used to."

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"With luck you won't need to use it much tonight."

The other four girls arrive. "We'll start near the airport, and sweep north through Chelsea."

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Nod.

Naomi transforms and sets up a cable to produce noise for her map. She sets the frequency much higher than can be heard by standard humans, but not so high that she herself can't hear. A high-pitched mosquito whine gives her more information about her surroundings than she would get otherwise, even with her better senses. 

It is still extremely annoying and she half-wishes she came up with a different brilliant idea to get the program to work.

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Boston does not stay awake as late as New York City, but at ten on a Saturday night there's still enough bustle on the main streets below to produce extraneous echoes as they jump roof to roof.

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Which are mostly in the wrong frequency and therefore irrelevant. God, but she wishes she didn't have to keep paying attention to the whine. It sounds like a fly buzzing constantly in her ear. 

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"You seem distracted."

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"Echolocation map works by emitting a high-pitched frequency I can hear. Good for not re-checking areas, and it can see further than I can unassisted."

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"Work on compartmentalizing. Dividing your attention is a useful trick if you can do it reliably."

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"Will do."

How is finding demons going?

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None so fa- no wait that street looks weird to her echolocator.

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"Hey guys, something's off about Endicott Street."

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"Yes. A miasma. Check your gem."

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It's fainty glowing. Figures. "How long ago did you notice it?"

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"A minute or so. The benefits of experience. But you did better than most new girls. Can you scout it before we enter?"

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"What should I be looking for?"

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"Significant terrain alteration, number and position of enemy forces, civilians."

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Sounds simple enough.

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Her echolocator can't pick up any details, and simple visual inspection is similarly fruitless.

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"I can't see anything. It looks like a big fuzzy mess."

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"Try extending a cable inside."

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She can manifest the cable that makes the noise inside the miasma. Whether it works will depend on whether she can hear the noise from outside.

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No such luck.

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