"Oh NEET, a Demon!"
By Thy_Carpenter (https://pastebin.com/u/Thy_Carpenter)

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Created on: Sunday 18th of March 2018 05:26:12 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 12:57:44 PM UTC


>An ethereal tug wakes you from your slumber.
>It reaches through several planes of existence to becken you to the overworld.
>Your time has come again.
>To the pull you yield; it brings you to your summoning circle.
>Bathed in heat as your body fully materializes into the world, you look up from your kneeling position.
>Brick walls and a stale humidity to the air tell you that this is a basement.
>Before you is your cloaked summoner, who’s shiny black hair is the only thing that protrudes from the darkness of their hood.
>You notice that your ring is not surrounded by salt; This summoner is unique in their level of confidence… or ignorance, they exhibit.
>Curious about this one, you remain kneeling and bow your head to them.
“Why have I been summoned, Master?”
>”A-,” she clears her throat, “Anonymous of the Unknown plane?”
“I am he. What is your will?”
>The brimstone clears from your nostrils and is replaced by a strong, thick musk.
>”R-rut me.”
>Your head levels to be met with your summoner’s presented rump from across the room.
>The summoner holds her head to the ground and a green eye watches you from beneath her hood.
>You step foot out of your circle, binding you firmly into this world.
>She quivers in what you presume to be a mix of excitement and fear as you approach.
>You stop short and better adjust your tie.
“No.”
>”N-no?! B-But I summoned you!” the mare lifts her head.
“You summoned me, yes, but you did not bind me to a contract. I am free to roam this world as I’d like.”
>You walk around her to the stairs and ascend.
>The door is locked.
>A quick, nervous laugh, “Ha! You’re not leaving here until you rut me!”
>Turning to her, your eyebrows calmly raise as you push the door open, which was not fully closed to begin with.
>You find yourself in a chilly run-down house.
>Assumably, this is the kitchen, though it’s hard to tell from all the filth.
>”W-wait!”
>Only now do you notice that your summoner is almost equally dirty.
“This is your home? And… you were able to summon me? How?”
>”R-research from the darkest tomes of-”
“You’re very bad at lying.”
>Her ears lay back, “T-The internet.”
“An inner-network? Your colleagues are occultists?”
>”Occultis- No, the internet. You know, like Firefox or Chrome.”
“I don’t think I follow.”
>”You don’t know what the internet it?”
“I must not. I sense it has been several decades since I was last summoned.”
>You continue through the house, looking for the exit.
>”Please please please don’t go.”
>Saying nothing, you come to the front door.
>The mare begins to cry from behind you.
>Turning around, the mare has completely broken down into tears and grabs onto your leg.
>Stopping dead for a split second, you let out a sigh as you look around you.
>This place would be more sanitary if a train had run through it.
>”...Please n-no. Don’t l-l-leave me,” she whimpers.
>Uneasily you place your hand to her mane and pat it, feeling instantly dirty as a layer of grease sheens off of your hand.
>This mare is some eldritch combination of repulsive, filthy, sad, and cute.
>You didn’t have any real plans for this world… and this mare is an interesting one, even if she may just be a momentary curiosity of yours.
>You’ll go along with it for now and see where it goes.
“I will stay here with you…”
>She looks up with pure ecstasy in her eyes as she blinks away tears.
“If you teach me about this… ‘internet’ and what has happened since I was last summoned.”
>Her grip on you tightens as she rubs her cheek against your leg in bliss.
>“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”
>Your summoner, Floor Bored, filled you in on how much society has evolved since you last walked this world.
>When you had left roughly fifty years ago technology like the radio had finally begun seeing widespread use, and telephones were in their infancy.
>Since then things like televisions, computers, phones, tablets, and electronics had become commonplace.
>The government of Equestria stayed largely the same, though new laws were passed to maintain order with these technologies.
>The laws were simple, common sense policies that most of the time you had to go out of your way to violate.
>”Hacking”, which was unauthorized access and modification of other people’s electronic devices, was a major violation of these laws.
>When Floor got to this part, confidence and enthusiasm quickly replaced her nervousness.
>Since a young age she had become obsessed with this technology, and eventually used her knowledge illegally.
>”... And now that I forced their ports open, I can access their system remotely and begin a real attack from several angles.”
>She quickly fires off commands on the monitor and within a few seconds she lets out a triumphant giggle.
>”I’m in! The admin password was ‘guest’!”
>After a few minutes of detective work, black and white video appears on the screen showing ponies having lunch at a cafe.
>”This is a live feed of a cafe at the town square, we can see everything they’re doing and they don’t even know it apart from seeing the cameras!”
“Why are there cameras in this cafe?”
>”Because not only do they allow you to remotely watch, but they also record what they see. If someone held up the cashier they’d be able to just watch what the camera saw and track down whoever did it!”
“Sentries that record what they see perfectly.”
>”There!” she points to a pair of mares paying for their lunch, “That one with the Lyre cutiemark was always nice to me even when I was being wei- ...perfectly normal!”
>Her second monitor flips through windows until a program identical to the one on the cashier’s register pops up.
>She clicks on ‘recent sales’.
>Lyra Heartstrings is the most recent, buying two sandwiches and tea for a total of 20 bits.
>”You had banks in your time, right? And you could wire money? We have a way of doing that which is almost instant, and pretty much anyone can wire money to anywhere. Ponies love it because instead of carrying around heavy bits they can just carry around a piece of plastic. All the money transferred is waiting for you at your bank.”
“And what do they call this?”
>”Credit, though they call the pieces of plastic credit cards. Now, businesses can instantly undo transfers of money from clients for refunds, and the bank automatically okays it since only managers can do this kind of stuff.”
>With a few keystrokes the most recent purchase shows ‘REFUNDED’.
>”Now, we just gave Lyra her bits back and nobody knows about it! Now, in case someone starts wondering why this purchase was randomly refunded, we just…”
>The purchase is completely removed from the list.
>”And there! The only pony who knows the purchase was refunded will be Lyra when she checks her bank transfers!”
“Won’t she question it?”
>”Maybe, but if she ever brings it up to the cafe, they have no record of the refund on their end, so there’s nothing they can do.”
“But won’t they be able to check the cameras and see that although she paid, there’s no record of it?”
>”You’re… You’re right! Let me just…”
>A new purchase is made on the list, and all the previous details were restored, though the REFUNDED is left out.
>”Now it looks like she paid, but really she didn’t. They’ll be confused, but it’ll appear as though it was an error on the bank’s part. I don’t think she’ll ever bring it up though, free bits are free bits.”
>”Now, let me cover up any evidence we were ever here. I’ll just wipe the logs; it’s quicker and messier than editing them, but they won’t know what happened, including us being here.”
>With quick keystrokes she’s disconnected from their server without a trace.
>She has a big grin and her eyes are all giddy, just like a kid on Christmas morning.
>You can’t help but smile back.
“That’s impressive, knowing so much about something that you can see the seams that hold it together and find the holes before anyone else.”
>”It’s how I paid for everything I have... it doesn’t look like much, but I’ve had to work hard to get it. I-I started by using library computers and premade scripts until I could get my own potato to start homebrewing with. It’s not like I could just hack a bank and get money without being found out, so I take jobs from anyone who needs something done but don’t know how. It’s mostly getting into someone else’s private computer and finding their passwords, or maybe on the higher end hacking into a small file server and changing a few numbers.”
“That reminds me of an old friend...” you faintly smile.
>A ping comes from the computer and Floor snaps to it.
>She pulls up a window with lines of text similar to script dialogue
>102056: I’ve got something questionable that needs done and I feel you’re the guy that can handle it.
>102056: And I’m not talking about the hacking part, either.
>102056: I’ve got a job, but only if you don’t care about anyone involved.
>102056: Interested?
BoredBit: I’m all ears.
>102056: Good.
>102056: I’ve got a client that wants files put onto someone’s computer.
>102056: We’ll handle it from there.
>102056: Simple in and out type deal. Be tidy about it.
>102056: Still interested?
BoredBit: How many bits are we talking here?
>102056: 2500B, deposited to an account of your choosing once the job is finished.
BoredBit: I don’t like being left in the dark here. There’s a lot of risk I don’t know about.
>102056: 2700B is the most you’re getting. We do have plenty of other ponies lined up.
BoredBit: Alright.
BoredBit: Gimmie the deets.
>102056: The files you need to upload to the mark are stored on a phone, the IPs will be given shortly.
>102056: These files are hot, so the phone’ll be destroyed in an hour. Personally I’d scrub any drives of yours that come in contact with them, but if you’re into them then whatever.
>102056: Not like they can be traced back to us.
>102056: Put them all in a folder labeled ‘Business Reports’ in their pictures directory and lock it with the password “7proxies”
>102056: We’ll take it from there, and you’ll be paid by the end of the day.
BoredBit: I’ll let you know when I’m done. Put the bits in the usual account.
>”Looks like we’ve got a job, Anonymous. Were you reading along?”
“Yes. You’re sure they’ll pay?”
>”I’ve dealt with him in the past. He has clients that come to him, and he passes the jobs on to people below him. He’s a protective proxy for whoever he’s dealing with.”
“I see.”
>Within a few moments she’s tapped into the phone’s files and transfers them to a quarantined hard drive.
>After scanning them and deeming them safe, she opens them up.
>A wave of disgust washes over you, and Floor gasps.
>It’s foal pornography.
>Some of them can’t be over two years old and they’re being-
>Floor closes out of the files.
“What the fuck?”
>She jumps at this, and shakily mouses back to her terminal.
“He just hit you with this and is only paying you this much?”
>”T-There’s nothing I can do! If if I drop the job there’s no telling what he’ll do after I saw that!”
>Your eyes drift to nothing in particular as you think while Floor begins accessing the mark’s computer.
“You said there are sometimes tracks… logs people leave behind. Were there any on the phone?”
>”I already checked when I wiped mine, they covered themselves.”
“... What if they create logs when they come back to destroy it?”
>”It’s… a possibility, but I’d imagine they’d have a destruction program on a timer so that they don’t have to take the chance.”
>She transfers the files to the mark and locks them in a folder.
“What if you disarmed this timer? Surely they’d check back to see if it worked. And when they did…”
>She pauses at this and thinks.
>”It’s doable, but why? We’d just be getting ourselves in trouble.”
“I’ve dealt with people like this in the past, and you’re a loose end for them. If you still have those photos and they were to inform the police…”
>You can see her muscles tense.
>”But I’ve worked with them in the past, they wouldn’t do that.”
“As you said, they have other contacts like you, who’s to say they can’t just tie up your loose end and get someone else?”
>She doesn’t seem to pay attention to what you say as you see her lock up staring at her screen.
>”Th-Thi-This is…”
>”THIS IS MY IP! On the phone! They have a wipe scheduled in ten minutes but before that happens my IP is sent out to somebody else!”
>”No, no no no no NO!”
>She types quickly and flawlessly, flicking back and forth from window to terminal and back faster than you can keep up.
>”They’ve got it tied in to too much! I’ve stalled the timer, but they can just restart it when they realize what I’ve done. As much as I can tell my IP was found by the program, so they don’t know it until it’s sent out. I can cover it up for now, but they’ll eventually uncover it! ShitshitSHIT, how am I going to get out of this?!”
“This phone is just a machine, right? Why not destroy it before they look at it?”
>“That’s…”
>Windows are again flicked about her monitor and a familiar camera feed appears.
>”They put it in a cafe, hooked it up to their wifi, most likely to act as a way of isolating it from them both physically and networkly… there! Sitting on top of that wall outlet, plugged in!”
>A map of Ponyville is pulled up, and a route is formed on it.
>A machine beside the computer creates a paper copy.
>”He’s a map, it’ll take you to the cafe; get there and take the phone. Go out back behind the cafe and smash it into pieces. Bring whatever survives back here.”
>With a once over of the map you go on your way, leaving the house through the door you found earlier.
>The house is on the edge of the town, and it takes about ten minutes to reach the cafe.
>The townsfolk, unused to your form, each curiously look your way.
>When you give them each a wave, they wave back and continue about their day.
>The cafe has a few patrons eating their lunches, and you enter mostly unnoticed.
>There’s a wall outlet in the corner of the cafe that, just as the camera showed, has the phone sitting atop it.
>You grab it, and when the cashier gives you an eyebrow raise you respond,
“My friend forgot his phone here, sorry.”
>She gives a small smile and nods as you make your way out and into the alley.
>You toss the phone to the ground along with the cable and box and thoroughly crush them both with your heel.
>As you grab what survived a fluid that leaked out burns your skin.
>You scrape the remains into your pocket square and head back.