Happy Birthday

The fluorescent blue light of a monitor illuminates the otherwise pitch black room, aluminum glinting to and fro as the nearby backlit keyboard cycles colors, an almost festive array of pseudo organized clutter against the matte black desk. The tapping of keys and clicking of a mouse is all that's heard, leaning in against the harsh light a pale face is visible, hair lazily pinned up with a hair band though strands loosely fell against their cheeks. Curled up in a computer chair that dwarfs their already slight frame, the sickly unbleeder clad in only a loose tank top and pajama bottoms that seemed two sizes too large curls closer almost desperately; Their breath huffing between parted lips as wide eyes dart along the screen, almost as if they're anticipating something. And there it is, a file appears in the top right corner of the screen, the individual rushing to fervently click it as the screen is filled with a prerecorded video.

Shuffling out of the darkness, they fish out something, white frosting awash with the artificial blue tone of the  LED screen. A singular candle adorns the top of a solitary cupcake, the teen rifling through a nearby drawer and a fsshhhh fills the air as a match is lit, moving to light the candle before wafting it out. Shifting their position so they're pin straight, curling up to sit crisscross in the chair with a small creak, they curl their hands against their legs excitedly and click play. 

"Hey there. How's my favorite little tech wiz?" 

The countenance of the self proclaimed nameless leader of the Concerned Citizens is the same as usual; though it isn't a live feed, it's eyes look as if it's looking directly at it's subject, a lackadaisical smile cheek to cheek though it's gaze remains lax and almost predatory. It's, as per usual, in an undisclosed location, never quite anywhere the same and with no discerning features to the environment to parse where it is. As N01 speaks again, the diminutive hacker can't help but sit there absolutely beaming, almost bouncing with excitement. 

"I hope your day's been well, because as memory serves- it's your birthday, isn't it?" A wry chuckle. "It's always easy to remember, after all it's My birthday too. Granted, I don't know how much stock you take in today considering you're nineteen forever, but at least I can offer the both of us, a very Happy Birthday." 

For a moment, the smile threatens to fade, taking a pause to think.  "Oh, that's right- you have plans today don't you? I'm sorry, you deserve to relax, but real change doesn't take days off.. And think of it this way, what other way to make today Special than to start a little bit of Revolution?" 

A couple clicks, as if N01 is sending it's own file off-screen. "You know what to do. I have faith in you, you always do, and I couldn't be more proud to have you here. And remember, No-One loves you~" 

As the video ends, a tear-streaked visage is staring back at the reflective black surface of the computer. Sniffling slightly they nod, a little smile spread across their cheeks as Ouro blows out the candle, left in darkness for a few moments as they minimize the video. Palm wiping against it's eyes, it clears it's throat and opens a window that's laid dormant until now. 

We are useful. 

In the window, there lay a list of recent obituaries. Flush to it's side is a file compiling recent hospital records that the hacker was rather peached to bypass hospital security to procure. 

We are loved. 

It opens an .exe it's been working on for some time now. Nasty little thing, one that required ostensibly attaining the identities of several mid level Llawes employees and their bypass keys to function. It wouldn't last for long, but Hopefully it would bide enough time to get the information needed. Tapping away, hunched over that same fluorescent screen it works to burgeon access to the staff end of the Llawes site, juuuust enough to- there it is. 

Eyes wide as if they've seen the holy grail, the ouroboros has been led to Llawes' list of current contacts, sorted by accounts that had most recently been edited. They had to work quick though, fingers flying across the keys to try and collate as much information as possible before- Account locked. Tensing up for a moment, it looks over what it's collated as of now and breathes a sigh of relief looking over it. That should be enough. 

They spend the next half hour cross referencing the materials given, ending up with a small document of about half a dozen names complete with addresses and personal info. The next batch. Swiftly, they pop the information in an .onion file, and package it in a neat little bow; Simply responding to N01's 'heartfelt' video with the file, and the caption 'Happy Birthday'

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Ouro melts back into it's chair, languidly reaching a hand out to grab the cupcake that's been sitting so forlornly on it's desk. Lips quirking up in a soft smile, it kicks it's feet up onto the computer desk and begins to delicately unwrap the festive paper liner and remove the candle, satisfyingly licking a stripe along the cream cheese frosting. 

We are Ouroboros. And we Will make a difference.