A Daemontic Sphere of Twine and Data
On the eastern edge of Oklahoma a rundown building connected to a barn sits on the other side of the road of an electronic billboard. A clump of garbage rolls past the sign saying largest ball of twine, a loose bit of the massive piles of trash just a few miles down the road. A black sedan pulls up to the tourist attraction and lets out two gentlemen in sunglasses and suits. The one with brown hair nods to the grey haired mustached one and the pair enter the building.
Inside a tan skinned man sits behind a dusty counter next to an ancient computer, sleeping with a blue stick in his mouth. The man starts awake at the sound of the bell, stick falling to the floor as his mouth opens in surprise. His head flails as he wakes up, nearly falling off the chair.
"Wah! What! Oh. Welcome to the largest…oh it just the feds again. So, what I do I owe this visit to?"
The two agents each take out a wallet showing a picture of themselves with sunglasses on and a name label. Both stare at that the man running this site.
"Mister Joey D. Walter, my name is Agent Rook and this is Agent Powers. We have reasons to believe that there is weirdness coming from your ball of twine and with the checkpoint nearby we have to take such reports seriously. We need to search the place, especially the ball."
"Given that I assume you got the papers needed, go on back. You folks and the military are about my only customers, having you look around might be about the only custom I get today."
The two agents look at the other, then nod. Brown haired Agent Rook walks to the back of the room towards the door which has a sign above it saying 'See the Largest Ball of Twine', while Agent Powers watches Joey who goes to pick up the blue stick and places it back in his mouth. After a moment when Agent Rook is out of sight, Joey smiles at the agent.
"Hello Agent Powers, is your boss having you give one of your new recruits a test again? I take it the new guy doesn't know while that while the ball does passively act as a filter for juju you can't use it for anything without it sitting untapped for decades? It was only last year your guys drained it, there can't be enough in there to make a spark."
"Mr. Walter, what the Director thinks of his agents' tasks and their purpose is classified. I cannot answer that question. "
"Same old agent I see. Do you think he'll get stuck trying to unknot the mystery of the ball, or not?"
Agent Powers' face remains unchanged while Joey gives a chuckle at his own joke. Then he frowns as the sunlight coming through the window bounces off the grubby knickknacks for sale lining the back wall of the room.
"Ah right, you have that condition. Better save the jokes for the noob. So while we wait, thoughts on ENCOM Legacy vs DoofOs? Which one should I get when I scrape enough to get a new computer, this one is barely enough to play solitaire on."
"ENCOM has better security and has preexisting support out here."
"You say that after they bricked machines across the nation twice just last year? Pass. Besides, that commercial for DoofOs was just so funny… oh. That wouldn't do anything for you. Well, there are other things about the two to compare. Like how many tabs you could open without your internet crashing?"
The pair talks about computers and their systems for a good twenty minutes before Agent Rook returns. Both men turn to look at him as he gives a public report to his follow agent.
"Seems like the ball is clean. The number of mousetraps in that room is a hazard, through."
"Well with all that stuff out there I have vermin problem. Can't have them make a nest out of ball and I can't use that much poison to deal with them. Be bad for the tourists."
Agent Rook sighs and heads with his partner towards the door. Glancing back at the man wearing a blue striped jacket, he gives a parting instruction.
"You've better figure out a safer way to deal with that problem then if you want people in there. Have a good day Mr. Walter."
The tourist trap owner walks to the window, waving as the agents drive away heading for the garbage and the military checkpoints. After their car fade into the distance he gives a bitter smile and walks towards his counter.
"And away they go. Good. That's the third visit in two months. It's getting to the point that only spooks and soldiers come by and they don't buy much. That they might catch on to my techniques. About time to start thinking about getting a new second job elsewhere, I'm sure someone would be glad to hire someone of my skills. "
He takes out the blue chalk stick from his mouth and with a few quick strokes a pentagram is drawn on the underside of the counter. A dim flash of blue light and a circle with a razor sharp smile and point horns appears in the air of the sign. A flick of Joey's wrist and the circle fades into the computer. The tan skinned red head cracks his knuckles as he starts drawing more symbols on the top of the counter, each summoning new spirits which flow into the computer tower and monitor. After a few minutes the ancient system pulls up a welcome message for
DaemonSum6 displaying the connections for the local networks.
"It going to be sweet once I get a better physical system. Then the world will see how well digital security fails at dealing with demonic cracking. But in the meantime, I have a resume to polish and shows to watch."
The sound of typing echoes through the building as the billboard across the way flickers and then shift from an ad for issuance to El Matador de Amor.
@Made in Heaven, thought I put something together that you could chose to use
