A Short Story about Remote Control

One of the things you learn about working for a large corporation is the politics. Your first duty is the one in your job description. Your second duty is to have fun with your job, after all what good is a job without having a good time?

We had remote PC management in the building, called VNC. It's a freeware style PCAnywhere that let's you take control of other computers. You can also use it just to see other screens. We even removed a registry key that displayed the VNC icon from the tooltray. The user not only didn't know they we're being spied on, they didn't know it was even possible.

Next I developed what I called the program that controlled the company. At this click of a button I could jump into any computer I wanted. I gave my tools to one other guy and we spent a lot of time checking things out.

Enter Wendy. Wendy was kindof a dizzy brunette that was friendly enough, but a little slow on the uptake. Wendy is the perfect mark because while she's an easy target, she wouldn't take anything to heart. So begins the adventure.

My accomplice would take control of her machine and start writing cryptic messages in her editor boxes. "I C U..." and stuff like that. then she'd call me over who would hopelessly try to figure out what was happening. This went about three rounds and then she left for the water cooler. While she was gone I installed a little app that lets you shoot the icons on your desktop. I ran it and hid the gun in the corner. When she came back I fired a few rounds off and she screamed. "OMG... FIREWORKS!" That drew a couple interested people.

Once again I did my piece, "I don't see any fireworks Wendy." Wendy left in disgust, in fact everybody did except the lady with the huge rack. This was the moment my accomplice decided to type. "Look at the size of those" on the screen. Rather than attempting an explanation I just shut the thing down. Close call, but damn funny.