Yesterday, 04:03 PM
Marta didn’t really watch the movie, she was deep in her own thoughts. For some reason, she was feeling low tonight, and she knew there was more to it than the anxiety of her mission. That was there. She was nervous to step out. She’d been given advice by Matias to prepare. That wasn’t bad advice. But there was more. She knew there was more. She knew she was afraid - not of the cartels - but of power.
Taking them on would give her power - at least if she was successful. Power could corrupt. The line between justice and revenge was a fine line, and justice was her goal. She was worried about her mission becoming corrupted and something she didn’t want it to be. She wanted to make a difference but was uncertain of what would happen if that wasn’t enough.
Marta stood and went upstairs to get her laptop. She needed more distraction. She grabbed the computer, noting her wallet had notifications on them. She grabbed it, but didn’t check the messages. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
Going back downstairs, she began to work on her code to sort through her checksum. She knew she was close to getting it. Close to unlocking whatever work Sage had given her. She flipped back and forth between her textbook and Sage’s document. Things were beginning to clear now. It was beginning to make sense. She didn’t know how long she worked as she lost track of time. Finally it was ready. She had a rudimentary script to sift through the checksum for her. She applied it to the document and it began to work, finding the relevant data. She checked it with what she had manually done. It had worked.
She applied the code to unlock the file. There she had what she needed. Information to get through, tag, and categorize. It had a pay scale for her. One CCD dollar for every tag on a file. She assumed accuracy was important. She was happy she had figured it out. But not as happy as she should have been as she started to get to work tagging the first file.
Taking them on would give her power - at least if she was successful. Power could corrupt. The line between justice and revenge was a fine line, and justice was her goal. She was worried about her mission becoming corrupted and something she didn’t want it to be. She wanted to make a difference but was uncertain of what would happen if that wasn’t enough.
Marta stood and went upstairs to get her laptop. She needed more distraction. She grabbed the computer, noting her wallet had notifications on them. She grabbed it, but didn’t check the messages. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
Going back downstairs, she began to work on her code to sort through her checksum. She knew she was close to getting it. Close to unlocking whatever work Sage had given her. She flipped back and forth between her textbook and Sage’s document. Things were beginning to clear now. It was beginning to make sense. She didn’t know how long she worked as she lost track of time. Finally it was ready. She had a rudimentary script to sift through the checksum for her. She applied it to the document and it began to work, finding the relevant data. She checked it with what she had manually done. It had worked.
She applied the code to unlock the file. There she had what she needed. Information to get through, tag, and categorize. It had a pay scale for her. One CCD dollar for every tag on a file. She assumed accuracy was important. She was happy she had figured it out. But not as happy as she should have been as she started to get to work tagging the first file.