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Iya Matamis

A tired soul wasting day after day, wishing for change but remaining ever stagnant.

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a character in “Neo-Noir”, as played by AtlasAtrium

Description

Image"It takes one lie to bend everything out of shape. How many more will it take to bend it back?"

Name: Iya Matamis
Aliases: Sara Perkins (IRL Alias), SeaSpirit (Hacker Alias), Dolphin-noises (Web Alias, shortened to ‘Dolphin’)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Filipino
Date of Birth: December 1st, 2088
Place of Birth: Manila Haven

Physical Description: Has a major case of babyface, much to her annoyance as she’s carded almost everywhere she tries to go. She used to be quite athletic in the past, though nowadays the MO is naptime on the couch so only hints of her previously chiseled features remain. Permanent raccoon eyes and messy, awful smelling hair have become an identifier for this basement-dwelling slob.
Augmentations: N/A
Clothing: Anything that takes less than thirty seconds to put on.
Height: 4’2”
Weight: 92 lbs
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown

Current Address: 2120 Jindallae Avenue, District 7
Occupation: Freelance Hacker, history of contract work with the NPSA. Currently working for AccelSoft Corporation as a tech expert.
Pre-N.S.P.A. Biography: Some of Iya’s earliest memories are of stumbling through a haven ravaged by war, tears in her face and sores in her feet as she climbed mounds of bodies and jagged rubble searching for her parents. No one really know how hard it was living on the outskirts, outside of those dazzling neo-cities - what happened outside of ‘the grid.’

She can’t recall much else from those days, and she’s decided she’s much better for it. Was she on the side of loyalists? Freedom fighters? Cultists? She didn’t know, and frankly, she didn’t care. For the longest time it had been ‘us or them,’ but as time passed she saw this was clearly not the case. It was ‘me or you.’

So Iya fled.

The girl escaped to the north, catching one of the refugee boats headed for the neo-cities. Awful weather, lack of hygiene, poor planning - she saw more people die on those boats than she ever did out on the field. Perhaps this trauma exists somewhere in the back of her mind, but for now it manifests as an emotional detachment from her surroundings. A self-defense mechanism of sorts, else she would’ve died of heartbreak long ago.

Iya never operated on the frontlines, always in communications or something tech related, so when she reached the shores of Neo-Tokyo, she was quick to pursue a path in what she knew best. She had only known hard work and perseverance until then, so in a world so reliant on technology she found she began to excel in her studies where most others lacked the willpower or dedication.

Many years later, long after saying her goodbyes to her assigned legal guardians and moving out to settle in Neo-Seoul, she would go on to write the most broadly used variant of one the most popular open source programming languages in the world, Venom (its variant referred to as “Ven.om”).

Thoroughly impressed by her work, she was tracked down and contacted by NSPA staff to gauge her interest in a bout of contract work. A case here and there wouldn’t be so bad, surely - it was good money. But now...

Personality profile: Despite her innocuously calm disposition, a quick analysis reveals that she stands on a very morally questionable precipice. The only thing she hates in regards to socialization is being steamrolled in a conversation, so when she’s verbally challenged the (figurative) guns come out. She prefers to be a neutral party in most conflicts, if only for her own safety, despite her strong political opinions. Well, she can always whine about injustice on the hypernet like everyone else.

Unique Skills/Abilities: In this day and age, hacking is something that anybody can easily pick up - with enough patience, anyone can find the right tool or program for the job online. Of course, any respectable IT industry won’t let their tech be so easily compromised.

Perhaps Iya’s biggest draw is her ability to spin up new code to exploit security holes. While most competent scripters would take ages to do so, Iya has spent a countless amount of time writing her own programming languages to vastly expedite the process.

Her two greatest accomplishments are the coding languages DSM (‘Dark Side of the Moon’), and Pipeline, neither of which were revealed to the general public. Pipeline was created as a powerful, all-purpose language that could adapt and embed itself to any kind of code, and output into almost any imaginable format. Some of its schematics were briefly revealed to a handful of snoopy DTR associates during her contract work with the NSPA, but those partial ‘findings’ were promptly wiped on request. Or so she hopes.

DSM is a very strange language that is able to interpret text less like a programming language and more like...a text adventure game. While its uses are much more limited, in a time sensitive situation, writing up a specialized program is extremely fast compared to its counterpart. For only a somewhat complex set of instructions, it can shave off hours or even days worth of time that would’ve been standard of any other language. It is also the sole language that was designed specifically to be incompatible with Pipeline.

So begins...

Iya Matamis's Story

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"-wntown. Over a month ago. What we believed to be a copycat of Neuk Dae, the wolfman of Guri. Eaten alive. Onl-"

"-footage. Last night we had a third. No witnesses, shots registered but to a person that doesn't-

"-dos, you will still watch and assist with the full power of G.H.S.T.-"

"There's been a murder. Downtown. Over a month ago. What we believed to be a copycat of Neuk Dae, the wolfman of Guri. Eaten alive. Only one witness. No camera f-"




Somewhere in the hidden-most pits of Guri, this classified information bounced around the soundproof walls of a dingy room. The audio took a lot of cleaning up, but most of it could be distinguished to a trained ear. Dim, sickly yellow bulbs shed what may constitute as 'light' on the arrangement of expensive monitors, computers, and holo-panels mounted upon the walls, most of which were not currently in use. The jungle of wires that connected them ran up into the ceiling, as otherwise there would be no room on the floor.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Iya skipped back and forth between the conversation a few more times, absentmindedly balancing a mechanical pencil on top of her lip. The only reason she could hear this now is because of her previous involvement with the NSPA - the easiest way to compromise security was to work from the inside - not that she was planning anything malicious, but she decided she felt like leaving a little 'present' after a certain somebody in DTR tried to hijack her code. That 'present' being a virtually invisible backdoor she'd coded into their firewall that granted her free access to any shared systems. By extension, she could then use that to piggyback onto local electronics like, say, audio augmentations. It was the perfect security breach, the shellcode was so minuscule even somebody looking for it probably wouldn't find it (and if they did they couldn't trace it back).

That didn't mean she had automatic access to their full database or to encrypted files, but she was satisfied with her little practical joke. And of course, it's only illegal if you get caught. She leaned back in her swivel chair, keeping her eyes fixed on the screen as the chair joints emitted an annoying, high pitched squeal. She glanced down at the letter in hand, frowning.

D.U.S.K.

She expertly flung the sheet of junk into the trash bin with a flick of her wrist, accidentaly knocking over an empty cup of coffee in the process. Dammit. I'll pick it up tomorrow. Iya scooted in closer and sat herself upright, wringing her hands and reflecting on the situation at hand. Well, maybe less reflecting and more brooding.

So, an uncatchable killer. . .

This is the stupid crap they wanted to summon me for?


She couldn't roll her eyes more if she tried, kicking up her leg and folding it over the other.

Please. Does this really necessitate an entirely new department? If they really wanted to change this world, they were going to have to look up, not down into the dregs of society. Gangs and clever serial killers were a dime a dozen - sure, they were scum nonetheless but such resources were better spent investigating the corporate lobbying and the billions of dollars of fraud that put countless people on the streets with little more than the clothes on their backs.

Now those guys. . . those were the real uncatchable killers. And they're all in plain sight, too.

She popped open a can of beer with her thumb and took a hearty gulp. Now I'll drink to that.

Thusly she returned to her previous and clearly more pressing task of updating her blog, silently hoping that was the extent of those dumb police dogs barking up her tree.

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"NARD ALART, NARD ALART" A gurgled robotic voice alerted Iya the minute she clicked the hypernet tab for her blog. A small CHIBI Doctor Beckendau was dancing in the corner of the screen, the words NARD ALART flashing beneath him.

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"MOTHERFUCKER-"

Iya's fingers instantly flew to the keys as she pulled up the web code looking for the intrusion but the minute she did so, her mouse priority was locked to several error messages that began popping up one after another, each repeating the same stupid line. Ugh. . . ! This is why I hate using other people's websites! She turned her speakers down, letting the mocking words bounce around on her screen as she took a moment to blow off some steam.

I swear, I'm going to compile a list of every single bug and send it to the site host just so that this asshole can't pull this shit on me anymore. She begrudgingly okay'd the alert, knowing she was going to have to deal with this one way or another.

"What," the woman grumbled, face already buried into one palm. "For god's sake, what do you want?"

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Clicking the ad Iya was directed to another blog. On the screen was a VR environment full of chibi avatars, and in the centre sitting on a rock was the avatar of this Doctor "Rockbert" Beckendau. A popup appeared reading: The Doctor is now in session! Join Doctor Beckendau and the community for insightful advice and outrageous lies in his Shadow Lair and win amazing cash prizes! Want the audio? Simply donate two Dutongs for your weekly trial!

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Iya glared incredulously at the screen. She pulled up her phone for a second to check her balance real quick.

Two whole sheets.

She looked back up, narrowing her already tired eyes.

Am I seriously going to overdraft for this? She'd asked herself this question on many an occasion, and all of them trivial. Not the worst thing on her plate, and she was getting paid tomorrow either way so it didn't matter that much but. . .

With a defeated sigh, she donated the listed amount.

I better see some 'cash prizes' real soon.

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Jong didn't respond, his gaze like a tired eagle as he began to accelerate in the evening traffic. "It was a case I got on behalf of one of the victims. The guy had lawyers, the building had a privacy policy as a heritage site from Old Seoul, he targeted those without legal behalfs to defend themselves. If there was a path up the mountain to his conviction he destroyed it with dynamite."

Jong swallowed. "I got enough dirt on him though... to make him afraid. Sometimes the law doesn't give you a pathway to conviction. It takes leaps and bounds." Jong paused, touching his chin as he stopped behind a Toyota, them approaching the exit to Inje. "If this is a copycat you don't think the original werewolf would know who it is, huh? The one that's lock up?" Jong questioned after a moment. "I wonder if we should interview him... I mean, you can't kill someone from a jail-cell."

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As Iya's balance hilariously went into the negatives a green checkmark appeared beside her username. Suddenly the popup disappeared, the audio of the VR stream going live. "Okay," The deep, accent voiced of Doctor Beckendau began, the man smiling at another avatar who had approached. "Let me say if that story is true I am deeply sorry, but there's no way. I am absolutely sure it's a lie. But thank you for the uh playground of advice it allowed me to uh swim in."

"Yeah, it's a lie," The static mic of the VR user replied sheepishly as their avatar stepped away.

Beckendau turned back to VR crowd. "Welcome to lie to the Doctor! The game where you tell me a personal story and ask for advice, and I have to decide if it's true or false! And remember, if you can successfully fool the doctor you win a fabulous prize!"

Doctor Beckendau's Avatar did a somersault in the air, breakdancing down the VR road toward the next contestant. Iya watched on her monitor, unimpressed by the lounge. "Alright, next user is JUHWANGSAEG underscore PAINDEO!" Beckendau announced. From the crowd of avatar's a blood red chibi panda stepped forward, it's eyes massive holes into nothingness.

"Alright, Paindeo, what's your story? What do you need help with?" Beckendau questioned. "And remember, you want to tell either your craziest true story or come up with a believable lie, so you can FA-FA-FA-FOOL THE DOCTOR!"

The panda stared ahead dead-eyed. "I killed someone last night."

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Iya's head perked up.

Wait a minute. . . what the hell is this?

Suddenly a little more invested in the pixels on her screen, the woman twirled her pen between her fingers, eyes following the characters appearing on the livestream. So it wasn't Nihil playing some kind of prank again? Then who is this supposed to be? Whatever the case, this was some next level privacy-invading marketing, assuming it wasn't a direct invite.

Iya let the stream run on the virtual machine and booted up a recording software to capture it. You know, for posterity.

Then, she pulled up the web structure again on her actual machine - its security was as elaborate as she could push it, invasive pop-ups like that would never have appeared on it had she been using this in the first place. She wrote up a quick rundown of their site flaws and submitted a report - in the meantime, she took it upon herself to erase the offending code herself. All of this was done while multi-tasking, keeping an eye on the VR channel as she cleaned up a few more glaring bugs purely on instinct.

"Welcome to lie to the Doctor! The game where you tell me a personal story and ask for advice, and I have to decide if it's true or false! And remember, if you can successfully fool the doctor you win a fabulous prize!"

A game show? That's certainly. . . unexpected.

Iya set the pen down and stretched her legs out, letting out a light yawn as she watched the cheaply rendered 3D avatars move around. She was half-tuning out on account of sleep-deprivation and general exhaustion, but her attention was suddenly pulled in again when she heard the panda speak.

"I killed someone last night."

Wow, this guy's just on a mission to make things weird isn't he? Slightly more awake, she took another sip of beer.

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The panda stared into the VR Beckendau's eyes- Paindeo. "I killed someone last night."

"You?! A murderer?" Doctor Beckendau laughed at the Panda, the massive bubble headed chibi avatar sauntering over to the black eyed panda and draping a virtual arm around the BEing... "A MURDERER? In MY fanbase?!" Beckendau began to laugh, his chibi lips suctioning a drink and then bubbling it out into laughter. "LIAR! LIAR! SHAME THE LIAR!" Doctor Becknedau laughed, violently uppercutting the panda and then dancing around them in the virtual realm. The panda began to cry as the VR crowd began to mock them...

***

As they approached the house Meon Jong pulled out his gun, reloading it violently. "Let's do this!" Jong suddenly leapt forward toward the small, suburban home, smashing the door in with his foot, gun out. Inside three men raised their hands in panica t the sudden intruder. "Alright!" Jong yelled, gun drawn. "Your head is going up his ass," He yelled at the first man, before aiming to the man beside him. "His head is going up his ass," He shifted the gun to the last man. "And you get the short end of the straw, cause your head is going up my ass!"

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Iya looked down at her stack of gold Rol-X watches and raised a brow. "Wow, it's been a month already, huh?"

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"Piece of shit," Meon Jong hissed at the Korean man who pushed his forehead against his gun. "Faerie lives don't matter, today," His finger tightened on the trigger when suddenly a voice called out. "Boys, boys, it's alright, it's alright..." It was modulated, filtered through to sound like some sort of American baseball announcer.

Park and Kyo had entered behind Mong- a small house, food out on the table, a card-game being played in front of the screen by the now alarmed gentleman, and a ceiling fan whizzing noisily.

"It's alright, it is only our friends from the N.S.P.A.," The voice called, pushing away the hanging beads that hung from the doorway and entering the parlour. A man stepped forward, three holographic images surrounding his face, an all white, American man projected over his own features, a sharp oiled hairdo, bright white teeth, and a blank blue stare out from his eyes. The holograph was bigger than the man's actual head, hidden inside, and looked almost cartoonish. As if real features were morphed to fit something they should not. "My name..." The modulated american began, his square holographic head lipsyncing as best it could as he stepped forward- metal gloves on his hands. "Is... J-J-Johnny Radish," His voice glitched.

***

"Roll X to your grave!" Doctor Beckendau yelled, kicking the panda in the gut. It fell over, it's digital form dying. It's eyes lit up as it looked up at it's mockers, each and everyone present. Their digital faces hiding their real mockery. "I... killed a man," The panda repeated. "And I... will kill you."

Suddenly the eyes blasted out. Beckendau let out a scream as the server went out. In Iya's apartment the power died instantly, blackness consuming her as her electricity vanished...

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"Look, I- no, what!? I said the power's out. P-o-w-e-r. Can you make it or not?" Kyoung paced around the darkness of the store, phone tilted in front of his mouth and a cigarette wedged between his teeth. His eyes flitted anxiously to the digital readout of his shiny Rol-X watch and back, impatiently waiting for a response. Somewhere in the back, a trap door slammed open behind the counter and a cloud of dust billowed into the room, rising like an ancient spirit disturbed from its tomb.

Startled, he dropped the phone and he fumbled for it as it repeatedly slipped out of his fingers like soap, finally catching it after a few seconds of staggering about like a fool.

The spirit in question climbed out of the hole with great difficulty, an arm shooting out and clawing at the smooth tiles. Iya struggled hoisting herself up, groaning as the rest of her body followed suit.

"What happened. . . to the fucking ladder?" she panted, steadying herself on the counter as she stood to her feet. She swept her hair out of her face with her other hand, getting as good a look as she could squinting through the blackout.

"How did you get up here. . . ?" Kyoung shook his head. "Anyway. . . I thought Outside Day wasn't for another month."

"Change of plans," she said, casually stealing something from under the desk and cramming it in her pocket. By the doorway, only the man's silhouette could be seen, lined in the strong neon glow of the street signs outside. "You're not the only one who's out of power."

"Figures," he muttered, scratching his chin. "Listen, this is good timing actually. I'm about to head out for a few hours, could you watch the store for me?"

"No."

"Great! Go pack your bags, you can sleep in the streets," he said, smiling as he clasped his hands together.

"Kidding, kidding," she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as she shot him a murderous glare and psychically willed him to combust. "Don't just say a few hours. How long?"

"Four hours tops," Kyoung said, already on his way out the door. "Don't let anybody come in! And don't touch anything!"

With that, he hopped into his shitty shit-colored shitmobile and it gassed away out of sight. When she was vaguely sure he wasn't coming back, she waltzed down in the opposite direction, whistling to herself as the door of Kyoung's Kache swung wide open and shuddered violently in the wind.

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The light outside had faded, the sun-beams that scattered through holograms and industrial generators replaced by the red glow of neon through the windows of Kyoung's Kache, overlooking and attached to a pedestrian bridge, though ground-level was not far below it. Trash-fires could be seen in the alleyways, lit up-coated men and women walking with scantily dressed aides at their sides as the nightlife of Guri came to life.

Iya had been working the store for hours (supposedly), according to the security tape of her looping at the counter at least. Kyoung and his decrepit human rights violation of a car still nowhere to be seen as the day dwindled, a handful of customers coming and out- most not seeing anyone attending the shop and trying to steal it. Eventually the constant alarms and yells of confusion caused Iya to return. It had been four hours- Kyoung should have returned by now. As Iya entered the store was mostly empty, a tall, genderless person in a neon-white dress and blue hair shifting through a few devices in the corner. Suddenly the doors flew open, the winter wind flinging in behind them. A thin Korean man with bleached silver hair entered alongside another figure, somewhat familiar but also... not. He had green eyes, curly brown hair, and mixed skin. He wore a transparent plastic jacket, green robes visible underneath. And he looked... distressed. The man's eyes quickly came in contact with Iya's, who had coward like a giant coward behind the counter of Kyoung's Kache. Glancing to his silver-haired friend the green-eyed man rushed forward, "Hey!" He called to her as he approached. "Hi, hey," The man leaned in on the counter, folding his arms awkwardly. "I was wondering if you could help me out. This is the only tech shop in the building right?"

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"No, sir, your item's warranty expired three years ago." Iya yawned, one earbud in as she leaned in with her elbows on the counter. He claimed he was a regular and a good friend of Kyoung when she told him she couldn't take it back, and now he was claiming she might mysteriously disappear if she kept refusing.

"It's a misprint," the man hastily continued, seriously determined to recoup the value on his 60-sheet plastic brick.

"Do you want me to scan it?"

"No, I mean- there's a misprint in the code," he said very unconvincingly.

"That's not how it works," she replied, idly checking her fingernails while she waited for him to give up. "You're holding up the line."

"There is no line!" he spat, slamming his hands down on the counter. On cue, the door swung open and a wintry chill rushed into the room - two. . . customers? walked in and violently cut in front of him, who sputtered and stared incredulously.

"There is now," she said dryly, glancing up at the newcomers. "This is the only shop in the building as far as I'm concerned," she answered, raising a brow. There were plenty around, sure, but she never bothered to pay attention to them. If ever she was strolling out, like today, it would be as far away from this stinking rat hole as possible.

"Hey, buddy," the angry customer challenged, prodding his finger into brown-haired man's chest. "I was here first."

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"Cool!" The man replied, pushing the angry customer's finger out of his chest. "Well my entire apartment just got destroyed so I truly do not give a fuck right now." The brown haired boy turned to Iya, fire in his eyes. "You were in my chatroom last night," He began. And suddenly it clicked. This was him. This was the avatar. This was the fabled Docter Beckedanu. He looked like twenty-three, like he could be a model for university students designing trashy outfits, and like he definitely didn't have a doctorate. Beckendau frowned at Iya. "I'm an avatar, I keep tabs on where I'm being attacked from. And the hypernet address that surged when my power blew out was this. building."

Beckendau squinted at Iya. "And if this is the only tech shop in it I'm willing to bet... you're him." He swallowed. "You're Absolute S1n."

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"Listen, friend, pal," Iya said, pulling away from the counter as her expression shifted from puzzled to very annoyed. "This isn't even my store, the owner's away and I'm covering for him right now. This absolute sin guy. . . he sounds real swell, but you might want to take this up with the Kyoung-man himself. So, unless you're going to buy something," she dismissed him with an offhanded wave. "Feel free to leave."

Below the counter, she stealthily thumbed through pages of wireless security hacks on her phone.

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"The hacker! Panda. Panda, panda, panda!" Beckendau began to froth. "Twistin' dope, lean and fanta!" He spat in Iya's face. "You, or your boss, have been taking down avatars for months now!" Beckendau glared at Iya. "My apartment is dead. My computer was on fire. And the biggest power surge when that happened came from here. It was either you or your boss. And I'm this close to calling the N.S.P.A."

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"That sucks, dude," Iya said. "Rest in PCB, am I right?"

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Beckendau frowned heavily, giving Iya very impressive doggy eyes. "My... my entire livelihood is gone."

The enraged customer was still standing beside them, his hand going for his glock as his patience ran thin...

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"Whaddya want me to do about it?" Iya shrugged. "Do I look like I know anything about computers?"
She glanced down at her phone and caught footage of the security camera running on the screen, in slow motion as she watched him reaching for his weapon.

Oh. . .