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Everything's not Lost.

Spencer Reid x BAU GN!Reader

Summary: A navigation error makes it easier for Spencer to navigate who he truly may be.

W.C: 3.9k

C.W: Mentions of the Reader being an amputee as well as having a Pakistani ethnic background. Angst rolled in fluff. Self deprecating thoughts. Mentions of Spencer’s school life. Panic attack and Pranks as well as Over thinking(?)

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This is for the one and only lovely Lynn's 600 writing challenge! Hope you enjoy it.. I wrote it haphazardly 💀 @lovely-lynn-writes

A few warnings though: Firstly I haven't written for a while (Ikzams) so..don't expect much ;-;. Secondly, this could be taken as a platonic relationship or a start to a romantic one. That's entirely upto how y'all want to interpret it. Lastly, I'm no expert with Panic Attacks, I followed whatever was on the Internet.

What's the difference between standing out or blending in? Both, by context, can be compared with the safety net it eludes. People mostly prefer to stand out then blend in, wanting a unique and distinctive attribute to let the world know who they are. Might it be their quirky sense of style or their rowdy persona, to attract attention. But in the end they lose the touch of reality in the pleasure of the people around them—to look through a glass and see a reflection of not what you see yourself as but of what others do. To live for those around you but never for yourself, drowning in the inevitable duty you took on regardless of the inescapable cost it carried.

Outside of the vast majority of the oddities perceived as confidence, Spencer always preferred to blend in, an ability that never seemed to grace itself to him. Dashing away from him in the form of eyes that could never forget and intellect that was greater than most, a curse that stuck by him like a chewed up gum that he stepped upon. Sticking by him until it formed into an identity, much to his displeasure. Standing out for his young age during high school and his unusually high IQ, regardless of how he tried to fit in. From mimicking (trying and failing) the actions of his peer group to drinking coffee, nothing ever worked. Rewarded with endless tears poured late at night under the cold laughs of the people he wanted to befriend. Yet all of it was unknown to his mother who was lost in a fragmented reality of constant paranoia, breaking the only recognition of who her son was. So he only welcomed the bittersweet yet unhealthy habit of coping through just a slurp of his now favorite drink to ease the permanent tragedy he called his life.

Though his cries for a source of normalcy in life was never granted, it was partially soothed by the people he considered to be his family. Though not fully accepted for who he was, they had seemed to love him for himself without any force of blood ties but because they chose to do so. But he was never fully happy with them, in the process of shielding himself from the pain his co-workers—his family—could’ve caused, he stifled the very means of being real to himself, much less to others. To become bearable to others, he forced himself into a cocoon revolving around small facts and never his feelings. Coating itself with another layer when his loved ones left him stranded in false hope.

But none of it mattered, his feelings didn’t matter. He learned that as a child, knowing his father would leave him, no amount of hugs or carefully crafted cards made him stay. Full acceptance is never acquired so he’d make do with what he had. Creating a routine of conscious and deliberate actions to make the handful of remaining people he loved stay. Not for him, but by the feeling of being wanted. At least by him. Going out of his way to help Derek to move when he had to go visit his mother. Or writing one-sided letters to Elle that always remained unanswered. It didn’t always prove to be fruitful since one way or another, people decide to leave. No matter how hard he’ll try. As if he was trying yo save them from the unsubs but they’d manage to become a victim from their long list.

So to say Spencer didn’t like change was an understatement. Change brings heartbreak and heartbreak brings unwanted emotions. All of it acting like a never ending harsh cycle. Change would mean that the efforts he fought tooth and nail for failed. By this time Spencer should’ve given up this fools dream of trying to control the reality around him, treading lightly but with calculated steps to not alter the reality he feels comfortable in. But change was unpreventable, just like when Gideon and Elle fell off the face of the earth. Replacing two amazing agents and friends with complete strangers way too quickly. However, this time, change didn’t come as a replacement but as an additional member to the team. In the form of an agent that always smelt like chocolates.

The day he met them was like any other, with him following his daily routine of getting up early in the morning to buying a coffee from the cafe near his work. He was looking forward to catch up on some paperwork, making his way to his desk, inhaling the scent of papers and coffee. Oddly enough he felt at home in his workplace. But he froze, frowning at a new scent that attacked his nose. It wasn’t distinct but it wasn’t subtle either. As if he was hypnotized he walked towards the origin of the unfamiliar, each step he took made his heart flutter and fall. Up until a laugh, a giggle maybe, caught his attention. That one innocent giggle made him feel so lost, all of a sudden. It was as if everything he was trying to prevent came true.

That giggle meant someone had left without saying goodbye. He slowly trodded towards the break room, wanting both to get over with this dreadful moment and to drag it on. Stopping at the threshold he saw Morgan smiling widely towards the stranger. The feeling of betrayal bubbled in Spencer’s stomach, how could Morgan be smiling as widely when they had lost another agent to the vicious current life threw at them. Just as he was about to walk away from the hateful scene in front of him, someone had already announced his presence.

“Is everything alright, Spence?” JJ. A wave of relief left him, at least she was still here. That left Prentiss and Hotch. Glancing at the blonde woman, who gave him a worried yet motherly look. Compared to all of the team, he was closest to her, which also meant she knew him the best. Noticing he caught the attention of pretty much everyone in his surrounding, including the new agent, his nervousness grew. Shifting to his other leg as he toyed with his bag’s strap he managed to squeaked out a quick ‘yes’. Looking down at his shoes, he flexed his toes until he could calm down the overflow of thoughts and social awkwardness.

“Jennifer Jareau, but call me JJ” Shaking one another’s hands, the new agent with the distinct smell of chocolates—he finally realized—introduced themselves. Their left hand was fidgeting with their pants, maybe they were nervous as well. Their posture emitted the aura of confidence, standing tall with their chin up but it’s the small things that open the Pandora’s box of feelings. Nervousness could be battled with or show itself with a constant jittering of a body part. Like flexing your hands or twirling your hair. He could relate, suppression of it is a hard fleet as well.

“And this is our resident genius Doctor Spencer Reid” Alarmed at his name being called out, his eyes widened as his gaze whipped from observing the new agent to Morgan. Giving them his signature shy wave and tight smile. Noticing his way of greeting, they parroted his greeting.

“Pleasure to meet you Doctor Reid" And before long Prentiss came along carrying a killer hangover and some black shades to prove it. It was clear that a handful of people knew of the new agent, further evident by the way Prentiss flopped onto the chair and put her head down on the desk.

"Prentiss-" Immediately after JJ tried to inform her of the arrival of the recent agent, she was cut off by a groan. Muttering something about it being too loud.

"And that's Emily Prentiss, our previous Rookie. The self proclaimed professional drinker" Prentiss pulled herself up only to glare at Morgan.

"Let me see you hold up a bottle of wine without getting a slight headache."

"Slight headache? Prentiss you're hungover!"

"I prefer it to be called Wine Flu" The playful banter would've (or interrogation) continued if only it wasn't for the alert pinging their phones. An alert signifying a case.

"Guess we have a case, Youngblood" Prentiss looked more alert than before. Might've been because of the upcoming case. "The sight isn't for the faint heart" She said leaning forward analysing them. Only stopping after JJ lightly smacked Prentiss on the back.

"Ow, JJ, I'm delicate!"

"Hotch will tho- Oh come on JJ!" This team was quite the group. The best mix of Chaotic and analytical, the best in town. They'll have fun here for sure, the new agent decided.

First impressions mattered. And his first impression of them had been completely wrong. The conserved yet confident person changed within weeks of the job. Might it be because they started to feel comfortable with the people they worked with or something else entirely. But the conserved manner had quickly switched into a more chaotic role. Case in point, Morgan and Coco (so they liked to be called) were amidst a prank war. No one knows how it started, all he knew it was a not so friendly prank battle.

The battle of Cocomo (their words, not his) had crossed many barriers. Forcing people—mainly Morgan and Coco—out of their comfort zones just as a collateral to the war. The first time it was Morgan's coffee cup that was sacrificed, the one Garcia bought for him, for which he retaliated with (because it was his baby girl's cup) was putting their stationery in Jello. Surprisingly, the thing they were most offended about was the lack of originality of that one.

"Morgan, we do not waste good jelly just to copy the office" Even though Coco and Spencer didn't talk much on one on basis, save for when they were solving cases, he couldn’t help but find them endearing. He didn’t know how, but they managed to break the impenetrable barrier to realism. Their wide smile and constant grin didn’t go unnoticed by him either. The feeling of envy grew, they managed to attain something Spencer himself was never able to.

Upon realizing the ugly feeling that grew against him, he shook the feeling off. In the moment of weakness he found a plate of cookies which looked enticing. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to steal a cookie while visiting a precinct that wasn't their own. But his love for dairy overpowered his self control he reached for a cookie. Chocolate Chip, he noticed. Just as he took a bite, he heard a loud screech

"NO!" He froze mid chew. Coco ran, stumbling through the way, their step uneven, but they managed to reach him, though huffing for breath.

"Don't-" Their hands went to their knees still trying to catch their breath. Wanting to ask about their health, he wanted to quickly chew and swallow the cookie. Wanted was the keyword. The phrase looks can be deceiving has never worked more in this situation. The Cookie tasted nothing like the way it looked. It was indescribable. He glanced everywhere, searching for a tissue or a trashcan. But there was none—what kind of precinct doesn't keep a trashcan or tissues handy?—so he had to swallow that devil incarnation called a cookie.

"I tried to warn you" The look Spencer gave them was filled with pure betrayal. At least they had the decency to give him a guilty smile, offering him some milk which he gratefully accepted.

"That was meant for Morgan-"

"I hope there was no poison in that" Coco's eyes widened as they shook their head in denial. Trying to explain what they did to make such a piece of baked item. But it must've just been their luck when they saw Morgan entering the room.

"You tried to poison me?" His lips twitching watching the murder of a failed prank. Walking towards the plate of cookies, he smirked. "Failed cookies? Didn't know you played dirty."

"May the chocolate chip in your cookies always turn out to be raisins"

“As long they wouldn’t poison me” If looks could kill, Morgan would be 6 feet under the ground.

“Who’s poisoning who?” Spencer bit his tongue to repress the temptation to correct the only mate he has for film festivals. A pale blush formed upon coco’s cheeks, a telltale sign of embarrassment.

“Coco poisoning Morgan” Spencer replied, now it was Coco’s turn to give him a look a betrayal. Checkmate. What can he say? She brings a playful side out of him, as surprising as it was.

“I did not!”

“Well if you ever want to hide a body, you know who to call” Prentiss walked off, winking at Coco. Deliberately ignoring the offended ‘Hey!’ from Morgan.

“Seems like I have an ally” They teased “What is it now? Two against one?” Morgan narrowed his eyes at them and opened his mouth to respond but of course Hotch arrived at the very moment. Studying each team member before pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a huff.

“Suit up, we have an address.” Just as Hotch stormed out of the room, The chaotic duo, the two halves of ‘Cocomo’ glanced at each other. A mutual agreement was passed, this was to be continued.

With a game of rock, paper, scissors (officially the decision of Hotch) The team was paired up to drive to the scene. JJ with Hotch, Prentiss with Morgan which made Spencer team up with Coco. Nothing out of the ordinary, only it was them alone. In a Car. With the keys given to him, questionable, but he gladly accepted. It wasn't a common fleet for him to get the car keys. He smiled internally as he marched towards the car.

"I'll Drive, You Navigate."

"But-"

"The most you could do for nearly killing me" This really was getting old for Coco. And they knew it would never stop.

"But I'll navigate us off a cliff!" Continuing their protest. Their navigating skills weren't for the part. Believe them. They didn’t get a job as a profiler based on their geographical skills. Not to mention the incident of the lonely cow comes to mind, leading their friend Charles to a farm where they found a lonely cow, named Charles as well. At least they weren't the joke of the day back then. But of course, Spencer ignored them or simply walked away before they could protest any further.

"Charlie here we come" Muttering under their breath as they stormed after Spencer.

There was a certain calmness associated with the systematic movement of something. Watching the vibrant trees pass by at the speed of the other. That dream of tranquility can never be gained when one was driving. For which, against all the odds, Coco was thankful for. But the anxiety associated with following a GPS could never be dialed down. No amount of delirium could ever change that.

"Turn right on the next cut" A frown was plastered on their face as they caressed the cloth of their pants. The rough yet partially smooth texture always seemed to calm them down in intense situations like this one.

Other than Coco guiding Spencer with the directions, there was complete silence. Silence, to Spencer, was like an old friend. Since silence never had the power to hurt you and words—especially his mother's—were always sharp as a knife. Twisting deep into his heart just because of a shattered thought. However, for Coco it was the complete opposite, having grown into a large family, noise was pretty much all of their past. So they tried humming to drown out the silence but it barely worked. So when Spencer’s voice cut their humming, it was greatly appreciated.

"Why Coco?" His question wasn't the most surprising one, they could see that he had been sitting on this question for a while now. Just didn't have the guts to ask. Which seemed typical for his personality. Regardless, a wave of nostalgia succumbed them, reminiscing of what used to be.

"From where I come from there was this brand of biscuits of sorts called Cocomo which I ate a lot as a child." They paused, now that they thought about it. It wasn’t that grand but it was theirs "My Baba pretty much called me such ever since and it caught on from there"

Maybe for them it wasn't great but the way Spencer smiled it felt like it was the they had the entire world handed to them. It wasn't envy this time, no. It was curiosity, a curiosity to delve into the mind of what it seemed to him was uncharted territory of the impossible. So no, not envy to the life they might've lived, possibly with a father that actually stayed when things got hard rather than leaving a broken family shattered to pieces beyond repair, nor was it their open personality adaptable to changes in life. When all Spencer could do was feel lost, deep in the roots of the unknown, curled up into a ball with no one to aid him. No one but himself.

"I'm gonna go on a limb here and say that you named the prank battle Cocomo for the same reason?" Giving Spencer a quick glance they let out an amused snort, shaking their head when Spencer gave them a questioning look. Oh if he knew. Poor Doctor would start stuttering. As a chain reaction, their left hand touched their left thigh. Lightly gripping it then promptly removing it.

“Essentially yes, and it was a good mix for the both of our names” Their gaze met with Spencer, his eyes were wide, but not with humour but with an odd mix of emotions: embarrassed, fear and confusion. Coco knew that if Spencer had not been driving the car, this would be the moment he'd start to fidget with his bag. Upon realizing that he saw their unconscious movement, they knew what was to come.

"OhmygoshIamsosorry!" This wasn't just an apology of a man feeling guilty but of one who feels that the world was about to crash and burn just because of an unintentional phrase he used. Something assuming that'll break the natural of order of their surroundings. A man who would be at fault of the dark corruption that could occur. His self esteem—despite the countless degrees and diploma—was cracked, they realized. He didn’t see himself the way others saw him. Believing that he carried the weight of the world all because of his extraordinary capabilities. And no amount of them telling him it was alright made it better.

"Dr Reid! ..Spencer, stop the car!" Their words weren't harsh but firm. His hands were trembling, and his eyes glazed, he wasn't in the state of mind to safely drive a car, for his own safety much less theirs. Fortunately, with his mental state he was still able park the car with little hindrance.

It was as if he couldn't breath. No matter how many times he inhaled or exhaled, it was never enough. His throat was closing up as he tried to grasp onto the loop of reality. Tranquility. Calmness. He vividly remembered what his Mother used to do to calm him down from a Panic attack, going over the traditional exercises to humming Mozart through the aftershocks. But there was no calmness here. Just disappointment. Disappointment towards himself and his situation. What would she say if she looked at him now? Would she have dropped everything to run him through this excruciating attack? Or would she give him the disappointed glare he was so used to seeing?

"-at me!" He was drowning, drowning in his own mind. In the various what ifs life could present. He couldn’t hear them, just partially as if they were talking in water. Mentally berating himself to focus, focus on anything to distract him from the deep fall of the dark abyss of over thinking.

Tears escaped his eyes, running down his cheeks as if they too wanted to sprint away from the desperation of his mind. Struggling to open his eyes, he saw Coco. Their eyes filled with concern and their lips moving slowly. Always in a similar motion.

"What? I don-" His voice sounded so weak. If he had enough mental capacity he would've cringed but he was beyond exhausted and in desperate need of some peace in mind.

"Spencer, I need you to look at me." He listened, though it was hard but the exercises helped. Their voice dragging him out of his mind into the world where they belonged. Inhaling after working through the aftershocks of the dreaded fall, their signature chocolate scent greeted him. Unlike last time, it was a scent he welcomed rather than comparing it with the downfall of his family. They only pulled away when they could see Spencer was more in his senses even if he had some difficulties in talking.

"How do you do it?" The silence they had maintained to give Spencer some quiet was broken from his abrupt question. Though they didn't get the question.

"Do what?"

"Being yourself. The good and bad.. I'm not saying you're bad! You're not bad-" a slight touch on his elbow snapped him out of the hole he was about to dig himself in. "Being who you are and being pleased with it. Making it seem so easy." They raised their eyebrows, not expecting a deep question like that.

"It's as simple as making boundaries, from just a simple no when you can't do something, stop letting your negative thoughts to overpower to what's positive because believe me Spencer there are many things to love about you, your kind nature, altruism and creativity that knows no bounds. All to letting go. Let go of the past, or at least try to let it go, because the past is a deadly weapon that freezes the mind but not the body. And time does little to help you." Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Taking out their handy water bottle and taking a sip of water. Their throat dried up from the whole speech.

Silence had seemed to be the both of their friend this trip. Because, once again, they two were silent, but for entirely different reasons than awkwardness. It was the time Spencer had to take to process the kind words spoken to him.

"I know it's all hard to accept but we'll take it a day at a time" Coco knew, that it wouldn’t be that easy to induce a better mindset upon Spencer. But they'll sure as hell try, even if it takes years to instill. They were here to stay, which Spencer understood. They would stay for the real Spencer Reid.

But as sweet this moment was it all had to crash and fade as a realization hit.

"Ummm Coco?" Humming in response, they smiled at him. Oh how bad he felt to be the one to make it fade. He looked through the windows left and right before he spoke.

"..I don't know? But I'm pretty sure I saw a farm somewhere near"

"Coco."

"Yes?"

"It was a residential area." Even in this moment of panic, Spencer couldn't find himself to worry since walking through Uncharted territory didn’t feel as dreadful at that moment.

The curled up little boy finally had someone to hold his hand through the harsh rain pelting at him. Someone who rejected the notion of perfection and carried him out of the tides of fire called his mind. It finally felt nice to feel accepted after being lost in an unknown place for so long to finally being adored through his imperfections. Maybe he could do this. A step at a time against the raging world with a little peace every step of the way.

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Effective Strategies for Handling Malware

Malware history is long due to its volume and variety. Instead, here are some notorious malware moments.

1966: Malware theory

Mathematician and Manhattan Project contributor John von Neumann developed the idea of a program that could replicate and propagate throughout a system when the first modern computers were produced. Posthumously published in 1966, Theory of Self-Reproducing Automata is the theoretical foundation for computer viruses.

1971: Crawler

Within five years of John von Neumann’s theoretical work, Bob Thomas produced Creeper, an experimental software that moved between ARPANET computers, a predecessor to the Internet. His colleague Ray Tomlinson, the email inventor, adapted the Creeper program to copy itself between computers. Thus began the first computer worm.

Although Creeper is the first known worm, it is not malware. As a proof of concept, Creeper only displayed the whimsical message: “I’M THE CREEPER : CATCH ME IF YOU CAN.” The following year, Tomlinson created Reaper, the first antivirus software designed to delete Creeper by moving across the ARPANET.

Elk Cloner virus, 1982

Rich Skrenta created the Elk Cloner program at 15 as a prank. Skranta was known to change games and other software shared in his high school’s computer club, so many members refused to take disks from the prankster.

Skranta created the first Apple computer virus to change disk software he couldn’t access. Elk Cloner, a boot sector virus, infected Apple DOS 3.3 and copied itself to the computer’s memory from an infected floppy drive. Elk Cloner would transfer itself to an uninfected disk used later in the machine and spread to majority of Skranta’s friends. Elk Cloner could accidentally erase floppy disks while malignant. The beautiful message read:

ELK CLONER:

THE PROGRAM WITH A PERSONALITY

IT WILL GET ON ALL YOUR DISKS

IT WILL INFILTRATE YOUR CHIPS

YES IT’S CLONER!

IT WILL STICK TO YOU LIKE GLUE

IT WILL MODIFY RAM TOO

SEND IN THE CLONER!

1986 Brain virus

On the ARPANET, the Creeper worm could propagate across computers, although most malware was spread via floppy disks like Elk Cloner before the Internet. Elk Cloner affected one little computer club, but the Brain infection spread globally.

Brain, the first IBM Personal Computer virus, was created by Pakistani medical software distributors and brothers Amjad and Basit Farooq Alvi to prevent copyright theft. To prevent software copying, the virus was designed. Brain would tell pirates to phone the brothers for the vaccination when installed. Underestimating how extensive their piracy problem was, the Alvis received their first call from the US and many more from throughout the world.

1988: Morris Worm

Another malware forerunner, the Morris worm, was constructed as a proof-of-concept. The worm was more effective than MIT student Robert Morris expected, unfortunately. Internet access was limited to 60,000 machines, largely in colleges and the military. The worm, designed to exploit a Unix backdoor and stay secret, quickly copied itself and infected 10% of networked machines.

Because the worm transferred itself to other computers and frequently on infected machines, it unwittingly ate up RAM and froze many PCs. Some estimates put the damages in the millions as the first widespread internet strike. Robert Morris was the first US cybercriminal convicted of cyber fraud.

1999: Melissa worm

Melissa proved how rapidly malware can spread via email a decade later, infecting an estimated one million email accounts and at least 100,000 office machines. The fastest-spreading worm of its time, it overloaded Microsoft Outlook and Exchange email servers, slowing more than 300 corporations and government agencies, including Microsoft, the Pentagon’s Computer Emergency Response Team, and 250 others.

2000: ILOVEYOU virus

When 24-year-old Philippines resident Onel de Guzman couldn’t afford dialup internet, he created ILOVEYOU, the first significant piece of malware, to collect passwords. The attack is early social engineering and phishing. De Guzman exploited psychology to exploit curiosity and trick individuals into downloading love letter-like email attachments. De Guzman remarked, “I figured out that many people want a boyfriend, they want each other, they want love.

Aside from stealing passwords, the worm erased information, cost millions in damages, and briefly shut down the UK Parliament’s computer system. De Guzman was detained but acquitted since he had not breached any local laws.

2004: Mydoomworm

Email helped the Mydoom malware self-replicate and infect computers worldwide, like ILOVEYOU. Upon infection, Mydoom would commandeer a victim’s machine to send new copies. Mydoom spam once made up 25% of all emails sent worldwide, a record that’s never been broken, and caused $35 billion in losses. It remains the most financially devastating malware, adjusted for inflation.

Mydoom uses compromised machines to establish a botnet and launch DDoS assaults in addition to hijacking email programs to infect as many systems as possible. The cybercriminals behind Mydoom have never been captured or identified, despite its impact.

2007, Zeus virus

In 2007, Zeus attacked home computers via phishing and drive-by-downloads, demonstrating the dangers of a trojan-style malware that can unleash multiple unwanted programs. In 2011, its source code and instruction manual leaked, benefiting cybersecurity experts and hackers.

2013, CryptoLocker ransomware

CryptoLocker, one of the earliest ransomware attacks, spread quickly and used sophisticated asymmetric encryption. CryptoLocker from Zeus-infected botnets systematically encrypts PC data. If the infected PC is a library or office client, shared resources are targeted first.

The authors of CryptoLocker demanded two bitcoins, worth $715 USD, to decrypt these materials. Fortunately, in 2014, the Department of Justice and international agencies took control of the botnet and decrypted hostage data for free. Unfortunately, basic phishing tactics spread CyrptoLocker, a persistent danger.

Emotet trojan 2014

The Emotet trojan, termed the “king of malware” by Arne Schoenbohm, head of the German Office for Information Security, is a polymorphic spyware that is difficult to eradicate. Polymorphic malware creates a harmful variation by subtly modifying its code each time it reproduces. Polymorphic trojans are harder to detect and block, making them more harmful.

The Zeus trojan and Emotet are modular programs that spread additional malware through phishing campaigns.

Mirai botnet (2016)

Malware evolves with computers, from desktops to laptops, mobile devices, and networked devices. Smart IoT gadgets introduce new vulnerabilities. College student Paras Jha created the Mirai botnet, which infected many IoT-enabled CCTV cameras with inadequate protection.

The Mirai botnet, meant to assault gaming servers for DoS attacks, proved more powerful than Jha expected. It targeted a major DNS provider and shut out large parts of the eastern US from the internet for nearly a day.

2017: Cyberspionage

Malware had been used in cyber warfare for years, but 2017 was a banner year for state-sponsored assaults and virtual espionage, starting with Petya. Phishing disseminated Petya ransomware, which was deadly but not infectious until it was transformed into the NotPetya wiper worm, which destroyed user data even if ransom was paid. The WannaCry ransomware infection hit several high-profile European targets that year, including Britain’s National Health Service.

NotPetya may have been modified by Russian intelligence to strike Ukraine, and WannaCry may be linked to North Korean adversaries. What links these malware attacks? The National Security Agency discovered Eternalblue, a Microsoft Windows exploit, which enabled both. Microsoft found and fixed the weakness, but they chastised the NSA for not reporting it before hackers exploited it.

Ransomware-as-a-Service 2019

Ransomware malware has grown and declined in recent years. Though ransomware attacks are declining, hackers are targeting more high-profile targets and wreaking more harm. Recently, Ransomware-as-a-Service has become a worrying trend. RaaS may be purchased on dark web marketplaces and allows skilled hackers to launch ransomware attacks for a price. Previous virus attacks needed extensive technical skill, but RaaS mercenary groups empower anyone with evil will and money.

Emergency in 2021

In 2019, hackers broke into security staffing agency Allied Universal and threatened to leak their data online in the first high-profile double-extortion ransomware attack. Due to this extra layer, Allied Universal would still suffer a data breach even if they could decode their information. This incident was notable, but the 2021 Colonial Pipeline attack was more severe. The Colonial Pipeline supplied 45% of eastern US gasoline and jet fuel. The multi-day attack affected the east coast’s public and private sectors and caused President Biden to proclaim a state of emergency.

National emergency, 2022

Though ransomware attacks may be reducing, highly targeted and efficient operations remain a scary menace. Ransomware attacks in 2022 crippled the ministry of finance and civilian import/export firms in Costa Rica. Following an attack, the healthcare system went offline, affecting potentially every citizen. Costa Rica declared the first national state of emergency after a cyberattack.

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It’s Prom Season, everyone!

Or it...was? So depending on where you live and when you actually had it, you might be going or have gone to Prom this next couple of weeks. Most places (at least in the U.S.) are opening back up, and that means that kids at school are coming back together just in time to dress up and party out.

This whole train of thought came up when I was delivering packages last week. I saw so many kids wearing tuxedos and dressed, so I guess they were heading out for the night. I talked to a couple kids, and they just seemed so relieved they were doing something normal for the first time in over a year.

I suppose you’re wondering why I’m bringing this up? For (Big Hero) 6 reasons, obviously. (Spoiler: I don’t actually have six reasons.) But before we get to that...a little history of little ol’ Arct.

*pulls up rocking chair* (Spoiler again: I don’t actually have a rocking chair.)

I remember my prom very well. I also recall there being a big controversy because the students of my high school could vote for the theme. I don’t remember all of the choices, but I do remember what I voted for.

Toga Party. Because who doesn’t love a Toga Party?

Now, thinking back, everyone showing up in a white bedsheet and making sure that everyone was actually wearing something appropriate underneath (or anything, really) would have been a nightmare. So they went with the “safe” choice. “Kiss From A Rose”. Yes. That “Kiss From A Rose”.

Methinks that the staff didn’t look into the meaning of the song when it was chosen, because I didn’t hear any objections from them. I went with a small group of four people: myself, my twin brother, his girlfriend (now wife, by the way), and her best friend Shannon. We were the respective third and fourth wheels; it was all about my brother and his girlfriend. For the record, Shannon and I didn’t go to prom together. We went together, but not together. Glad we cleared that up. To make an already long story drastically shorter, I had a really good time. Chatted with friends, watched from afar as the people who were meant to be prom king and queen become prom king and queen, and I danced like most awkward teenagers do at that age. I also got a slow dance with Shannon. I think it was out of pity more than anything because of the aforementioned awkward teenage thing, but it was still nice. Protip, prom goers out there: a slow dance is a slow dance. Take what you can get. So where am I going with this?

I was thinking about how we have two members of the Big Hero 6 gang that never got an opportunity to go to any sort of dance, and it’s the two that you are already thinking of: Hiro and Karmi. Hiro, being 14, never went to high school. Based off of Karmi’s presumed age of 16, she probably only went to one year of high school, and if she was anything like she was when Hiro first met her, she wouldn’t have been asked. That, and freshman are normally not allowed to go to these things anyway. Now the others...that’s fun to think about. Honey Lemon? Totally would have gone. Probably got voted prom queen. Go Go? Totally would have not gone. Probably got voted prom queen as the class prank. Fred? Never went to public school (presumably), so the closest thing he got to one was his Bro-tillion. Wasabi? Hmm. I feel like he’s the kind of person that would go stag (aka he went to a group event alone). Now, I don’t know what Megan’s thing was in “Something’s Fishy”, but whatever it was, she and Hiro were definitely younger than everyone else there (or maybe it was just animated that way for some reason):

The theme was “Dance The Night Away”, so maybe it was prom? Perhaps a bit too early, depending on the timeframe of the season, but still.

Where was I going with this? Well, I think it’s mostly just me think about a scenario where I can imagine Hiro and Karmi getting themselves in a “prom”-esque situation where they have no idea what they’re doing. Karmi would kind of know, but never being in that situation would cause her to immediately seize up. That’s the kind of thing that I imagine Hiro (because it’s Karmi-related) would take the lead on. Which actually brings up a lingering thought:

(Hiro, get out of the way for a second.) I flatly refuse to believe that Karmi just happened to have this dress lying around just for the purposes of going to a Liv Amara-hosted event. It’s too quick. So, why does she have this dress? Quinceañera (or Pakistani equivalent)? Dinners out with her lawyer parents? Or...perhaps maybe a slightly sadder reason?

“I...never got invited.” Hiro winced. “Sorry.” “It wasn't your fault. I was an idiot for thinking that anyone would actually invite me to prom.” “I would have invited you.” Karmi turned her head to look at him, her cheeks going more pink. “Hiro, you were twelve at the time. And also not in high school.” She paused, and then added, “And you didn't even know me back then.” “Like any of that has ever stopped me before.”

She set her gaze back outside to the rain. “It's ironic, right? Us talking about this, and look at us. All dressed up and no place to go.”

[Stopped there because future story spoilers.]

Well, I guess I don’t have to imagine a situation where this could happen. Because it’s going to happen. Get your slow dance, ladies and gentlemen. Because you bet your butt that I’m going to make sure Hiro and Karmi get theirs.

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #hiro hamada #big hero 6 karmi #karmi #karmiro #prom season #toga party #kiss from a rose #slow dance #big hero 6 fanfiction #megan cruz #something's fishy #big problem #karmi x hiro

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐒

Name: Burak Shams Date of birth: 9th December, 1976 Species: human Gender: cis - male he / him Ethnicity: Muhajir Nationality: Pakistani Sexuality: heterosexual Religion: Muslim Family: Lamia Shams ( wife, married 1998 ) Aurora Shams ( daughter, b. 1999 ) and Rayyan Shams ( son, b. 2001 ) Languages: Urdu, English, and French Occupation: owner of Shams Hotels and Resorts. Current location: travels around a lot but his main home is in Karachi.

Face and voice claim: here ( featuring his beautiful wife ) Height: 6'3" Hair: salt and pepper. Eyes: dark brown. Build: muscular with broad shoulders. Exercised. Chiseled and sharp features. Scars: multiple surgical scars on his left ear lobe from a bike accident and one on his wrist from another bike accident. Another scar on his right calf from … yes, a bike accident. Piercings and tattoos: none Mannerisms: sharp eyes, saccadic eye movements, suppressed smiles, placid expressions, clenched jaw in anger, finger tapping, and fingers tapping against surfaces.

MBTI: ISTP Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, Cancer moon, and Aries rising. Archetype: the rebel Enneagram: 8w9 Alignment: chaotic good

Burak was born to an upper middle class family in Islamabad, Pakistan. His father worked in the foreign office and his mother was a university professor. Naturally, they expected him to follow suit with academics. Burak, however, was made of a different clay. With brown hair akin to a disheveled crown resting atop his head, he was found running about the garden with his golden retriever. Never one to sit still, forget sitting still long enough in class. No, he was rather found attempting to pry apart a clock and then putting it back together. His hands itched to comprehend the world. What good are books when you can learn from your hands? Growing up, these gifts of his only blossomed with age. When he was nine he built a chicken coop by himself. When he was eleven, he began fixing things in the kitchen. His abilities did not stop here, he was a gifted athlete. He played soccer for his team all throughout school till college. He also participated in basketball and cricket.

In 1993, when he was just sixteen, his family moved to Karachi. Burak, however untalented at making friends, found one in Emir despite their differing personalities. Emir Khan was an affable extrovert known for ��his charm and his flirtatious nature. The son of a millionaire, spoiled rotten. Burak was a shy, seemingly grouchy, introvert. They were poles apart but it was his great fortune that he befriended Emir. A fact he utterly believed in when Burak finally met Lamia Khan; Emir’s effervescent, blunt sister with her round impish eyes and her fiery temperament. She would pick fights with him and he would encourage her. It was the equivalent of a school boy pulling ponytails because he liked her but did not know how to express it. They would often tease and prank one another. Jests that ranged from leaving the iron to burn the other’s clothes to adding ants to the other’s tea. Their petty arguments seemed like fights. It was during one of these arguments that he confessed his feelings for her, Lamia callously rejected him at first. Weeks went by and Burak’s absence left an ache in Lamia’s heart. Moments when he was all she could think of. There was no doubt, it was love. So, she went to him and confessed to the lovesick puppy. It should have been a happy ever after, but Lamia’s father was stoutly against their union. He thought they’d fall out of love soon enough and was in for a rude awakening when twenty year old Lamia decided to marry Burak. Her mother sided with her and Burak’s father, the two got married despite the blatant disapproval from both sides of the family. Yet, they never felt anything but happiness. They knew this was forever.

Burak and Lamia went on to have little Aurora the next year and she was already her father’s little princess. Burak has never loved anyone the way he loved Aurora. He would carry her around, rush to do every little task, sing her lullabies, and buy her whatever he thought she would like to have. He would wake her up for school, make her meals, and help her get ready. He would braid her hair and have tea parties with her. After all, she was the sunrise in his life. She was named Aurora because like dawn, she had brought a new, hopeful morning in their lives. Two years after Aurora was born, they had Rayyan. His children and his family became the most cherished, beloved thing in his entire existence. More than his work, and more than the business empire he set up to show his father in law that he could treat his daughter much better than he ever did.

Currently, Burak is living his dream existence. He is proud of his family and he is utterly and devotedly in love with his wife. They still indulge in playful arguments as they cook dinner together with kisses snuck in between that their children roll their eyes and scoff at. He has heard of the boy his daughter is in love with and despite his protective nature, he is definitely going to love Tida like a son.

#meet papa shams you guys #aurora's doting dad #╰ ☼ 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 ━━ perhaps your arms were two blossoms of wings

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Experience the Pleasures of Food Takeaway in Aberdeen - Rehmat’s Restaurant

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Pearls of Wisdoms for Pakis

Beloved Janta of Pakistan,

I would also like to share a secret with you, which you might never apprehend from a person from any other country, especially from an Indian. We LOVE YOU, We are obsessed with you. We enjoy infatuation comparable to that of a 14-year boy who has one on a girl living in his neighborhood, like that teenager whose heart warms up with the girl's sight. Still, he tends to tease her or plays whimsical pranks on her. It is his way of showing his affection.

Accept it, my fellow former Countrymen, you guys are in deep love with us as well. I have felt it first-hand. You folks love watching our Movies and fantasy our starlets. Sing Bollywood songs while proposing to your love. Ache to enjoy Mumbai and Delhi's nightlife. Some of you would even love to reside permanently here for a better future. There is also constant discrimination in every viewpoint; it may be Cricket or politics; in all honesty, you think of our day and night.

Keeping this indefinable affection for each other aside for a while, there is a bitter revelation that you people will have to accept and even feed it in the brains of the future generations to come. I am sure that maximum people over your side of the border should by now have conceded that India will never ever surrender Kashmir in your Lap. It won't be possible in at least another century ahead.

You see, in the manner where India's GDP had expanded from 10 Thousand Crores in the 1950s to more than 10 Lacs Crores in 2019, our sentiment of Nationalism has additionally, grown in a comparable pattern. There was a phenomenal hike in this feeling after India's general elections 2014 onwards; the reason for such an increase is unknown to me. So, the moral is, with such a vast Nationalism level in the hearts of the Aam Janta here, I don't think so parting away an inch of land to anyone would be possible.

Won't it look dishonorable for us in the front of the entire world if we lose the land to you guys who are quite behind then us in all the aspects? You will have to accept that technically both our countries are 73 years old this year. Over this side of the border, we have gradually upgraded in all aspects a Nation has to grow. I could virtually challenge you in where you guys can prove to be better in any improvement zone. This is the land wherein the year 1981 Indian Actor Amitabh enacted on the evergreen song "Dekha Ek Khawab " and his Dame Rekha in the movie Silsila hence parting away with Kashmir is painful to us as it will not only hurt our Ego and furthermore offer grief to Amitji.

Forget the BJP led NDA, Even the Congress-led UPA cannot think of such a gormless deal. The primary reason is that they want to come into power next term too to provide Public service. Now you people only tell which government will be such dimwits to kick their own rear and be signed on the history textbook of 10-year-old kids as the People who gave away Kashmir.

Realize this, Pakistani Government, Your Army and also ISI can't withhold the idea of getting the region of Kashmir in your Nation's Map, even they know that your national flag will never rise in Capital of Srinagar but since it was an Inaugural Political Agenda when your Country was created in where the principal objective of this agenda was to collect vote from you guys and funds from other countries in the name of Kashmir. It is their lollypop for you fellows that their respective parties if came in power, an ideal environment will be created where; a newly wedded couple from Lahore can drive to Srinagar for their honeymoon without a stamp on their Passport and enjoy a bite of Kashmiri Apple laying in the front deck of a Shikara in Dal Sarovar. It's All Fake, acknowledge it, and move on.

So to my Indian friends,

There was a massive inspiration for me to compose this article. It was shocking that it came from the other side of the border. In the great Indian lockdown of 2020, I who was ideally workless like many of us all, I went through many videos of this Pakistani Newsreader and Political Debate Show Host Dr. Fiza Akbar Khan on YouTube. By her venomous language, the passion for thrashing India and people over here and that high pitched voice made me think of another Indian Debate Show Host. I am convinced that they are unquestionably biologically related to each other. So I should not have a problem with her blabbering rubbish towards my Country as her Bhaiya here likewise.

But I have to admit that her language did hurt me because, unlike her Bhaiya over there who trashes Pakistan in the English language, she uses Urdu, which sounds quite similar to the Hindi language to illuminate unpleasant garbage, the reason is entirely psychological for me being hurt. For example, If somebody calls you a Motherfucker, you might not be offended in the same manner if you are called Madar***d (Pardon my Language).

This Pakistani Anchor goes on and on that How Poor, Uneducated, Physically and Mentally Weak, Shelterless, we Indians live in this Country where our economy is going into the drain. We are foolish people to elect Shri Modi as PM of our Country and that too twice. There is a vast level of discrimination on minorities over here. The world's biggest Democracy is over. In the distant future, if Kashmir is not given to them its freedom, then Islamabad will be the next capital of Pakistan and India.

Can you believe this, she has mentioned all this on her show and that too in a language which can easily pierce in our heart. Let's not get also angered about this and start calling her names. She is just doing her job. She is giving favored content to people of over there what her Bhaiya is doing over there.

As pragmatic as I can get about whatever she says on her show about us, I just can't accept it, I am too egoistic as an Indian to even reply or curse on her Video on YouTube comment section. Hence, I planned to dedicate this entire blog to Dr. Fiza Khan, whom I seriously don't mean to offend as Women, her Nation, and especially not her Religion and would like to give her some advice.

Avoid Echoing about Nukes: A round of applause towards Dr. Abdul Qadeer Khan for building Nuclear Weapons, a program from a stolen uranium centrifuge design and a network of grey-market suppliers. But stop jabbering in your show that Pakis can nuke India in case a War erupts between us. Even If Jinnah Sahab from Heaven above commands your Arm Force to it, they will effortlessly deny his orders and don't stress. We likewise won't squander our atomic weapon on you. These weapons are like those expensive Portraits which you can proudly hang in your Living Room, but can't take it out on a date. Stop even using the word Nuke in your show.

Comparison between the PMs: PM Imran Sahab seems to be a jolly good fellow who also appears to try to administrate better than any other PMs or Military leaders of your Country. Let me tell you bluntly that there is no comparison with his Counterpart over here; in fact, he even doesn't stand anywhere nearby India's previous Prime Minister.

Paki's Diplomatic Policies Debacle: This is a typical miscue. You and many colleagues of you have repeatedly misguided your Citizens that Pakistan can easily use the benefit of its diplomatic relationship with a few First World Country and pressurize India on Kashmir Issue. Well, Honey, This is an open challenge to your PM, along with Mr. Qureshi Sahab go to any so-called super Power for assistance or call end numbers of meeting in OIC ( Organisation of Islamic Cooperation ). Nobody will be ready to intervene in the Valley issue for one of the main reason, Why would any country create enmity with the Country will more than 100 Million Population which is a significant business open doors for their corporates.

Playing Second Fiddle: I initially watched your Debate show of earlier years. You always mentioned the US as your elder brother and will still stand next to you along with Saudi Arabia. These were the two countries which you saw as your personal ATM. Lately, these ATM machines stopped removing Cash and Kinds, which they earlier showered on your Country, so you bashed them and accused both these Super Power for adultery. These started leaning towards us. Then you went to China and become a Virtual Puppet who dances on their tunes. Now the problem arises that the entire world started forming against your elder brother and accused them as the creator of the Pandemic of 2020. So you began a rigid assembly against them as well, and now your nation is in an arrangement for another development with Malaysia and Turkey. Understand this dear Fiza ben that in distant future you will have to abuse these two countries also while your government will go and beg to some other countries, maybe North Korea.

Last but not least, which I have already mentioned why Kashmir will never be part of Pakistan earlier in the blog. Read repeatedly till the concept is glued by heart, and if possible, explain it to your people there.

Defense products will be purchased in the name of Kashmir. For Fiscal Year 20-21 Defense expenditure of Pakistan is 1,289 Billion Dollars. India's expenses on the same would be around 66 Billion Dollars. Can you believe these Figures? This Moolah could otherwise be used in Infrastructure and improving the lifestyle of citizens of the respective Country. Civilians and Soldiers' blood will be shed on the name of Kashmir. Approximately 120000 deaths have been registered since 1989, which also includes unsympathetic deaths of militants and terrorists. Television Media will go on with Live debates inviting aficionados and enthusiasts to increase their TRP on the name of Kashmir. Newspapers and magazines will publish viperous articles vocalizing each other's blame for being troublemakers on Kashmir's name. Many commercial Movies and Web Series will also be produced on Kashmir's name. Still, by endeavoring all means of Peace or War, this dream of some of yours will never be fulfilled.

#pakistan #kashmir #fizakhan #india

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