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“- What we’re gonna do there?

- You don’t make questions, just follow me. 

- Alright then… and thanks for the leather jacket. My old one wasn’t warming aptly, hah.

- It’s Joe’s. Thank him when we come back.

- Ok…

- Hey, tell me. How long have you been hacking and stuff?

- Well, I don’t know… six years or so.

- Just that? How old are y… nevermind. We arrived in time. That’s Jendal’s stall, let’s go in.”

High tech / Low life #5”. 2014. By Fábio Vermelho

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“It was really freezing in the streets, and there was a little rain to make it worst. Only my coat couldn’t handle the cold.

He told me his name. Hank. I guess he’s not a complete wilson, maybe I’ve heard his name twice or three times… but this was not so important. Now I had to channel something to Jimmy, and I had to be in the Jendal’s stall at 8 pm and it was 7:55 pm. With a transit like that we have, it’s better go somewhere by foot instead getting a cab. Even a hover is slow in the aerial lanes nowadays. Unless you have that brand new hovecrafts that can waft real high to use the new airy lanes available. That’s the fate of people who have plenty of money, the toff: having their houses higher, higher and higher, while the most part of the population lives in the surface, bogged down in the toff’s gray garbage, squeezing in these narrow streets and tiny one-roomed-flats, being blinded by these damn neon lights, looking for a trick to get some dirty money. Some of ‘em have an intelligence above par for the rest of people and can live a little bit better, like Joe and me. But the majority is all fucked up.”

High tech / Low life #4”. 2013. By Fábio Vermelho

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“Lunatic Joe is one of the best hackers of this side of the city. Thinkin’ better, I guess he’s the best. Everyone I know talks about his skills and how he’s so fuckin’ able to break some ICEs that people would never think they’d see it broken.
I’m not sure about the reason of "Lunatic” in his name, but I guess it’s ‘cause he’s kinda nutty. You know, I’ve heard about some rumors… that he once passed 2 whole days plugged. I’ve heard too that he once passed almost a week plugged, breaking a Black ICE; Wanda has fed him once a day while that crazy process. But I can’t believe it, it must be legend.
Wanda does the “dirty work”. I’m not sure what they mean with that, but I have some ideas. That’s why the folks always talk about this couple, they’re very famous hereabouts. They should be in the jail, I’d really want to know why the hell cops didn’t catch up with'em. Everyone knows where they live. They might have a deal with the cops or something.
Well, I hope that goddamn mad will not pass a month plugged because I need their help as soon as possible…“

High tech / Low life #2”. 2012. By Fábio Vermelho

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“I was there but no one was paying any attention to me.
Joe was connected - people say he passed 2 whole days in the cyberspace once - and Wanda was injecting something in her arm - some PKD-1, might be.
I was almost dead, but they weren’t giving a shit to me. People told me "hey, go to Lunatic Joe’s home; he will help you”, “Wanda and Joe always have the solution to a bunch of problems”, “but take care, he cashes high”.
I didn’t know how much longer I could suffer.“

High tech / Low life #1“. 2012. By Fábio Vermelho

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“I’ve never thought that shit would happen. I got an ICE breaker to invade the Ohio Company’s database. You know, an average company. I’ve passed a week looking for a virus to invade the database easily, when I found a cartridge named 2566-B and some words in japanese, chinese, I couldn’t read. Well, I tried to search some information about that new stuff and I got nothing. I thought it was a little bit strange, but… it could be a good sign… may it could be brand new stuff in the racket.”

- Man, are you crazy?! How can you use a strange program you don’t know the source? Sometimes you have to gamble, obviously, but not a wilson like you! Only if you were a great jockey who knew how to bugger off the shit you got.

Hey, don’t give me hell now. So I slotted the program, opened it and waited a few minutes. Since that I don’t remember what happened so clearly… my mind was an empty box, blinking from time to time at first, but real fast then, like a dickey lamp. I smelled something burnt, flesh and plastic burning, and I saw a great and coloured virus invading the database’s core, invading my console, my mind, all the world. Then my flatmate woke me up shouting “man, man you’re fuckin’ burning! What you did, man?!”; he removed the trodos of my forehead. I felt like my brain was a soup… it was the most horrible thing I’ve ever felt.

- You must be retarded! I becha that shit was chinese or military stuff! This kind of thing could kill you! I’ve never seen a lucky bastard like you! If your friend were not there you’d be fuckin’ dead right now! Have some medication, take this. You’re not the first who comes here askin’ for this kind of help. People may think Joe and me are doctors. Fuckin’ losers.

I took the pills she gave me and I started to feel better. She wrote some words in a notebook and griped to herself. She ripped a sheet of paper and put it in the Joe’s desk.

- I guess Joe will finish this work today. When he jack out he’ll see my message and search about your problem. Now I have my work to do and you’ll go with me. You’ll not be here alone with Joe.

She was about to open the door when I told her to dress a coat; it was freezing outdoors.

- Man, our weather is completely crazy. I could live a thousand of lives and never be used to it…”

High tech / Low life #3”. 2012. By Fábio Vermelho

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