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Monday, February 9, 2009

The Greybox PC: l'histoire de RASH

This is a piece of ancient history. This is the first time it will be told.

There was once a mighty warrior who lived in the old times. He was strong, and was able to fight countless battles. He was victorious in all the campaigns that he rose to the rank of general and, eventually, king of the entire nation. He was a great warrior. But what was so striking about the man was that he was already dead. Why exactly would you bother to talk about an ancient warrior who died long ago? so we won't be talking about him anymore. So forget about him.

One saturday afternoon, four guys inconspicuously went to the mall. They were normal teenagers with no supernatural powers whatsoever. What were you thinking? This isn't a hero story!

So there. They seemed to be window shopping in the mall. Except for the fact that two of them were carrying something big and heavy. If you think that they were firearms, you've got a really crazy imagination. Who would be able to enter a mall with firearms? They were carrying a desktop CPU. By the look of it, it seemed like the best model at that time.

Aside from the two, another one was carrying a black backpack full of drugs. Duh! As if you can enter the mall with that. But he seemed to be sweating profusely almost looking as if he was full of tension. So whatever was inside that backpack, it wasn't drugs but it was troubling.

The other teenager who seemed to lead the pack was a pudgy kid with that proud look on his face. He was the epitome of being obeyed with great rewards if you did. He wasn't the bully type actually more of the conceited spoiled brat type.

They seemed to be headed towards the 3rd floor of the mall where most of the computer shops and tech gadgets were located. It was not a big mall but it was crowded. MOA was not yet created back then and SM megamall had no cyberzone at that time.

So the four teens, who seemed to know more of the world went from computer repair shop to computer repair shop. They seemed to be looking for something. Eventually they stopped at one store that seemed to have caught the tastes of their leader.

Inside the store, the leader made the transaction with the shop owners. The two carrying the payload brought their burden to the counter. Now it was clear, they were upgrading the unit. With a gesture of the hand of their leader, the third one brought forth the bag and opened it. It was full of cash. 40, 000 to be exact. The blood money of hardworking parents who had no idea that their idiotic pig of a son had the will to burn it out of whim. His PC after all was already state of the art, but here he was ordering his friends around to upgrade it to one stupid notch higher.

So that's what happened. They set to wait and roam the labyrinthine mall. While waiting the worst challenge was posted. A sushi eating contest. The two who previously carried the PC almost barfed in disgust but the other two were with that foolish grin of deceit. They loved the food, the other two didn't. In the end, the fools were full, the peasants were hungry.

But it wasn't the end of the day yet. After a few hours, the blood money was burned, all of it. The desktop CPU looked the same as before except when you look in the inside with only the hard disk intact.

There they were off in a cab to their hideaway. They finally went their separate ways that day. The one carrying the bag still has his backpack, now empty. The other one, who was having the foolish grin on his mouth, was carrying a plastic bag containing the removed entrails of the desktop PC. Still functioning if put in the right place, and he was the only one with the know-how, so he gets the parts.

An inquiry was made after wards by the parents of their leader. The ones who earned all of the money. But nothing was found. No trace of the scheme came out.

Seven years later, the PC entrails were transferred into a grey case with reminders of the great rip off. Several times the parts were changed. The video cards malfunctioned and were replaced. The original cannot be recognized anymore, but deep inside it was still the same.

That same PC died this week and with its death was the death of the secret group called RASH.



 

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