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.He openedhis briefcase."You once believed in America.""I still do," Remo said."But things are different.I've found what I've beenlooking for here.What are you doing?""Taking care of unfinished business," said Smith, booting up themini-computer.When the screen was illuminated, he keyed in a sequence ofnumbers and hooked the phone into the modem.Remo watched as the words "ACCESS CODE REQUIRED" filled the screen.In the space below, Smith typed the code word "IRMA."The words "ACCESS DENIED" appeared on the screen."You goofed," said Remo."You must be slipping.""No," said Smith."I deliberately used the wrong code.I just erased oursecondary computer files on St.Martin.""You're really going through with it," Remo said.Smith keyed in anothernumber sequence.Again the words "ACCESS CODE REQUIRED" appeared.This time Smith typed in the name "MAUDE.""ACCESS DENIED," the screen said."Folcroft?" asked Remo.Smith stood up, locking the briefcase."I'm afraid so.""Just like that?""Part of the safety system," said Smith."In these days of tapping intocomputer records by phone, I had to come up with a fail-safe tamperproofsystem.CURE records can only be accessed by a code word.Anyone entering thewrong code word-any code word-would automatically throw the system off line.Just now I used the code words designated to erase the files permanently.""Your wife's name and her nickname," said Remo."Wasn't that risky? Supposesomeone else had used them?""That was the idea.It's common to use a wife's name as an access code.Anyonewho knew those two names would obviously know about me.That kind ofunauthorized knowledge by itself would signal that we were compromised, andfile erasure would be just a prelude to disbanding.""Well, that's that," said Remo."Not really," Smith said grimly."I was supposed to be erased with them."In Rye, New York, in the basement of Folcroft Sanitarium, the computer bankscontaining every particle of data belonging to CURE, the government agencythat officially did not exist, and now no longer existed unofficially,received the microwaved transmission from Sinanju and initiated the codePage 71 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlrequest sequence.There was a pause while the access-code request was sent back to Sinanju.Thecomputers hummed softly, awaiting the proper code word.Or the improper one,which would strip their memory banks of all data.File tapes twitched inquarter cycles.Lights blinked.The computers waited.Then the lights went out."Oh my goodness," said Mrs.Mikulka, who was at her desk several floorsabove.Then she remembered.The electrical contractor.She took the stairs to thebasement because the elevators were inoperable.She found the contractor examining the backup generator in the dark with aflashlight."What happened?" Mrs.Mikulka demanded."Sorry about this, lady.I tried switching from the mains to this babyand-boom!-she blew.Completely.This is going to take a few days to fix now.""Dr.Smith will be furious," said Mrs.Mikulka."Can't help it.This unit is pretty worn out.Can't figure out why.It'ssupposed to be for backup only.Am I right?""That's right.""Well, you must have bought this baby used.It's worn down to nothing.""Never mind," said Mrs.Mikulka."What about our power? We have patients.""No problem.Give me a minute to throw the circuit breakers on the mains."Mrs.Mikulka felt her way back up the stairs, wondering what she would tellDr.Smith when he returned.Then the lights came back on.Behind a concrete wall in the basement, not far from the faulty generator, asecret bank of computers resumed their operation, awaiting transmission of theCURE access code.When, after several minutes, no signal was received, the computers resumednormal operations, searching nationwide data links for signs of potentialcriminal activity, as they had for over twenty years of continuous operation.Chapter 15The Russians arrived exactly at sunset.Five Chaika automobiles led by a Zillimousine pulled to a halt at the edge of the village of Sinanju.The peopleof the village, seeing uniformed men bristling with weapons emerge from thecars, scattered to their huts in fear.Remo saw the Russians coming down the rocks, one in KGB green, the rest inblack uniforms like none he had ever seen before.He ran to the treasure houseand burst in."Chiun.I'm not letting this happen," Remo said.Chiun handed a freshly-rolledscroll to the caretaker, Pullyang, and waved for him to leave."You do not have to let anything happen, egotistical one," he said quietly."It is happening without you.""We'll fight them, Little Father."Chiun shook his head wearily."I cannot fight them.""Then I'll do the fighting.There's only about a dozen of them.Piece ofcake.""Yes," said Chiun."You could easily best the dozen.But what about the nextdozen? And the two dozen who will show up at my village when the others do notreturn? And the legions who will surely follow.We are safe from the dogs atPyongyang, but they are vassals to the Russian bear.The bear will keep cominguntil he has filled his stomach.No matter how many Russian corpses we pile inthe village square to show our might, in the end my village will be lost."Chiun shook his head sadly."No.This way is better.""Bull!" said Remo."Once before, a Master of Sinanju was in service to an emperor, and when thatemperor lost a war, his goods became the property of the conquering emperor.This calamity would not have happened had not the Master of that time, whosename was Tipi, been away at a crucial time.Have I told you that tale, Remo?""Screw the story.If I'm stuck in Sinanju, you're staying here,too."Page 72 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"You have made up your mind?"Remo folded his arms across his chest."Definitely.""Very well.Then bring me the sword of Sinanju.Quickly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He openedhis briefcase."You once believed in America.""I still do," Remo said."But things are different.I've found what I've beenlooking for here.What are you doing?""Taking care of unfinished business," said Smith, booting up themini-computer.When the screen was illuminated, he keyed in a sequence ofnumbers and hooked the phone into the modem.Remo watched as the words "ACCESS CODE REQUIRED" filled the screen.In the space below, Smith typed the code word "IRMA."The words "ACCESS DENIED" appeared on the screen."You goofed," said Remo."You must be slipping.""No," said Smith."I deliberately used the wrong code.I just erased oursecondary computer files on St.Martin.""You're really going through with it," Remo said.Smith keyed in anothernumber sequence.Again the words "ACCESS CODE REQUIRED" appeared.This time Smith typed in the name "MAUDE.""ACCESS DENIED," the screen said."Folcroft?" asked Remo.Smith stood up, locking the briefcase."I'm afraid so.""Just like that?""Part of the safety system," said Smith."In these days of tapping intocomputer records by phone, I had to come up with a fail-safe tamperproofsystem.CURE records can only be accessed by a code word.Anyone entering thewrong code word-any code word-would automatically throw the system off line.Just now I used the code words designated to erase the files permanently.""Your wife's name and her nickname," said Remo."Wasn't that risky? Supposesomeone else had used them?""That was the idea.It's common to use a wife's name as an access code.Anyonewho knew those two names would obviously know about me.That kind ofunauthorized knowledge by itself would signal that we were compromised, andfile erasure would be just a prelude to disbanding.""Well, that's that," said Remo."Not really," Smith said grimly."I was supposed to be erased with them."In Rye, New York, in the basement of Folcroft Sanitarium, the computer bankscontaining every particle of data belonging to CURE, the government agencythat officially did not exist, and now no longer existed unofficially,received the microwaved transmission from Sinanju and initiated the codePage 71 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlrequest sequence.There was a pause while the access-code request was sent back to Sinanju.Thecomputers hummed softly, awaiting the proper code word.Or the improper one,which would strip their memory banks of all data.File tapes twitched inquarter cycles.Lights blinked.The computers waited.Then the lights went out."Oh my goodness," said Mrs.Mikulka, who was at her desk several floorsabove.Then she remembered.The electrical contractor.She took the stairs to thebasement because the elevators were inoperable.She found the contractor examining the backup generator in the dark with aflashlight."What happened?" Mrs.Mikulka demanded."Sorry about this, lady.I tried switching from the mains to this babyand-boom!-she blew.Completely.This is going to take a few days to fix now.""Dr.Smith will be furious," said Mrs.Mikulka."Can't help it.This unit is pretty worn out.Can't figure out why.It'ssupposed to be for backup only.Am I right?""That's right.""Well, you must have bought this baby used.It's worn down to nothing.""Never mind," said Mrs.Mikulka."What about our power? We have patients.""No problem.Give me a minute to throw the circuit breakers on the mains."Mrs.Mikulka felt her way back up the stairs, wondering what she would tellDr.Smith when he returned.Then the lights came back on.Behind a concrete wall in the basement, not far from the faulty generator, asecret bank of computers resumed their operation, awaiting transmission of theCURE access code.When, after several minutes, no signal was received, the computers resumednormal operations, searching nationwide data links for signs of potentialcriminal activity, as they had for over twenty years of continuous operation.Chapter 15The Russians arrived exactly at sunset.Five Chaika automobiles led by a Zillimousine pulled to a halt at the edge of the village of Sinanju.The peopleof the village, seeing uniformed men bristling with weapons emerge from thecars, scattered to their huts in fear.Remo saw the Russians coming down the rocks, one in KGB green, the rest inblack uniforms like none he had ever seen before.He ran to the treasure houseand burst in."Chiun.I'm not letting this happen," Remo said.Chiun handed a freshly-rolledscroll to the caretaker, Pullyang, and waved for him to leave."You do not have to let anything happen, egotistical one," he said quietly."It is happening without you.""We'll fight them, Little Father."Chiun shook his head wearily."I cannot fight them.""Then I'll do the fighting.There's only about a dozen of them.Piece ofcake.""Yes," said Chiun."You could easily best the dozen.But what about the nextdozen? And the two dozen who will show up at my village when the others do notreturn? And the legions who will surely follow.We are safe from the dogs atPyongyang, but they are vassals to the Russian bear.The bear will keep cominguntil he has filled his stomach.No matter how many Russian corpses we pile inthe village square to show our might, in the end my village will be lost."Chiun shook his head sadly."No.This way is better.""Bull!" said Remo."Once before, a Master of Sinanju was in service to an emperor, and when thatemperor lost a war, his goods became the property of the conquering emperor.This calamity would not have happened had not the Master of that time, whosename was Tipi, been away at a crucial time.Have I told you that tale, Remo?""Screw the story.If I'm stuck in Sinanju, you're staying here,too."Page 72 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"You have made up your mind?"Remo folded his arms across his chest."Definitely.""Very well.Then bring me the sword of Sinanju.Quickly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]