31 – One Possible Solution

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I stared at my blank computer screen. I had spent months working on a proper algorithm, one that would be able to guess passwords, given some time. Yet, I have nothing. My whole process was shut down, and now I just have an empty computer. I put my hand into my pocket.

Hassan’s business card was still in there. I pulled it out, and looked at it more closely than I had last night.




The backside listed his contact information. It gave his company’s address and his office phone number, along with a company cell phone.

I turned it back over and read his name again. HASSAN IKRAM. Personally, I was surprised that someone who wasn’t fair skinned had even managed to become a CEO. Even if he inherited it, one of his parents wasn’t white, at the very least. It was perplexing.

Feel free to discuss whatever you may need to with me. Hassan’s words return to my mind. Discuss whatever I may need?, I thought to myself, I believe I shall.


I locked my basement behind me, and then went outside. There was a small gas station only around 7 minutes away. There was a payphone outside of there, and I would call Hassan there.

I walked to the gas station, and stepped in front of the payphone. It was an outdoor payphone, so I didn’t have to waste time talking to anyone inside. I dialed his phone number, then put eight quarters into the machine.

The dial rang for a few minutes before anyone picked. “Hassan speaking,” the phone told me.

“Hello Hassan. This is Renegade. Or Fifteen, depending on my crowd,” I said.

“Perfect. What have you decided?” He asked.

“I’ve decided that I need to use your website to test a hacking algorithm. I was using a different website previously, but they caught on and blocked me out.”

“Ah, that’ll be fine, Ren. So long as you start within the next fifteen minutes, we’ll be sure to leave your IP address alone. What does your algorithm do, if you don’t mind me asking?” Hassan sounded legitimately intrigued.

So, I told him. “It tests for passwords. I discover potential usernames by various means, then this algorithm tests for passwords within certain parameters.”

“I like that,” Hassan informed me, “That way, it looks like you’re just a regular person using the service, instead of some no-good hacker. Well, for the most part.” I couldn’t see his face, but I was certain that Hassan was smiling.

“Hell,” he continued, “I’ll tell you a username, if you only need passwords. Just give me one moment.” I heard Hassan typing before he spoke again. “Use the username D-O-C-I-E-4-5-2-9. All caps, no spaces. She was recently fired, so the account hasn’t been deleted yet.”

“Thanks, Hassan. I’ll let you know when I’ve succeeded. That, or you’ll see for yourself.”

“That I will,” he responded. “Have a good day, Ren.”

“You as well,” I replied. I hung up the payphone, and walked back home.

I went back downstairs, opened all of my locks, and turned my computer on. It booted up with the same speed it usually did, and I logged in.

I typed in the URL for Ikram Corporations’ website, found the login page, punched in DOCIE4529 as a username, then started up my algorithm. It furiously worked away at testing passwords, one after another. Given that I didn’t even have to cover up any of my tracks, this would be even easier than anything before. I pushed myself away from the computer, and watched it. It would fail many times over, again and again, before it would succeed. I decided it was time to just let it run it’s course, and handle some other things first.

I got up, locked my basement, and went outside. I needed to talk to the other three horsemen about what had transpired between Hassan and I. Death and I.

I took the walk to Famine’s house at a brisk pace. I didn’t need to rush, and I wanted to enjoy myself for a while before Famine knocked that away.

When I arrived at her house, I knocked on her door. She opened the door, hardly dressed and with her hair in mess. “Famine, hello. I don’t mean to intrude,” I said.

Famine pulled me into her house, still in her underwear. “Whatever, Ren. What do you want?”

“I spoke to Death last night,” I informed her. She stood up straight at hearing that.

“You did what?”

“You heard me.”

Famine turned around, and gave me a look of confusion. “So what does that mean?”

“That means that we need to organise a meeting between us and the other horsemen. You act as a group, and I need to discuss with you what I shall do with Death.”

Famine shook her head at me. “Look, how do I even know you actually spoke with the big guy himself? You have no-”

“Hassan Ikram. Here’s his business card,” I interjected. “We need to meet with Pestilence and War. They also have a say in this.”

Famine sat upon her couch. “Even after what happened two nights ago, you still…” She stopped to think for a moment. “You still came back to me.”

“I’m not the one with a leadership position. At least, not an official one. You are. You four are the reasons this movement got organised at all. I can’t just take your place and undermine you out of spite. That isn’t leadership, and that isn’t how you get things done.” I still stood near the door.

“God, when did you grow a pair of morals? Alright, fine. I’ll plan a meeting tonight. Be back here in two days, at seven, alright?” She stood up, and motioned for me to go.

“I’ll be here,” I said before leaving.

I walked back home, faster then I left. I still had an algorithm going on at home, and I needed to check its progress.

Once I got home and into my basement, I saw the still-awake computer screen. It was no longer testing passwords. In the top right corner, it said “Welcome, DOCIE.”

My algorithm finally worked. I was logged in.

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Author: Kay Walker

I write short stories, and post them to my site justmynarratives.com

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