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nextgenerationmarvel2016-06-15 08:46 pm
talk_to_you) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2016-06-15 08:46 pm
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Office Hours (Open to Xavier's)
Though the semester was drawing to a close, there was still plenty of work to be done. Finals to be administered, grades to be entered into the computer, arrangements made for those students who would not or could not return home over the summer. When they had opened their doors, it had come with a great many changes in policies and procedures. They were, if he recalled correctly, due for an end of year inspection in a week or so.
Doug's own plate was always full as it was. There was a continual battle between himself and various students over the filters he had installed on the internet, up to and including several who wanted to play intergalactic MMO's.
(Which he might have been doing himself. But he had his own private servers for that.)
Right now, he was holding office hours for any of the students who needed an extra meeting with the computer teacher. It was also a good time to get caught up on his e-mails. He had three from various government organizations who wanted him to decrypt some intercepted transmissions, five from museums around the world who needed an artifact or tablet translated, and one from Warlock with several picture attachments from his latest vacation.
Plenty on his plate, but life was pretty good these days.
Doug's own plate was always full as it was. There was a continual battle between himself and various students over the filters he had installed on the internet, up to and including several who wanted to play intergalactic MMO's.
(Which he might have been doing himself. But he had his own private servers for that.)
Right now, he was holding office hours for any of the students who needed an extra meeting with the computer teacher. It was also a good time to get caught up on his e-mails. He had three from various government organizations who wanted him to decrypt some intercepted transmissions, five from museums around the world who needed an artifact or tablet translated, and one from Warlock with several picture attachments from his latest vacation.
Plenty on his plate, but life was pretty good these days.
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He reached into his desk and pulled out what looked like a creative reinterpretation of a USB cable. "I'll just have a look and see what we can see."
He plugged one end into his desktop computer, fingers dancing over the keys as he partitioned some space for this project, before plugging the other into Dolemeck's phone.
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As he watched Professor Ramsey work on his phone, somewhat amazed at how easily he could put up firewalls and check for all sorts of things. Just by "talking" to the device.
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Computer code? That was almost too easy to even call a language for Doug's powers to decode. Sure, it made it easier, but it was hardly the most complicated thing in the universe, even with the Shi'ar coding on the computer.
"I'm not seeing anything off hand, but that could mean their coder is good. Let's look a little deeper."
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Nothing about his status as a mutant appeared to have been flagged. Just anything that would make for good gossip in a tabloid was touched. Such as angry, drunken messages from his Father, messages from an absentee Mother, a reality TV agent pressuring him to be part of a show about his family during the Summer months...
When did he have the time to deal with all of this!?
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Doug tapped a few keys, writing a few lines of code of his own, before disconnecting the cable.
"They were readings your e-mail and texts. I've added some coding to increase encryption. They won't be able to get back in. But I'd tell anyone you've been messaging or texting to get their own phones checked out, just in case."
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