2nd Broadcast- [written/action]
[Guy rose early feeling a little bit restless and intellectually dull. His days have thus far been a little ho-hum by the development of some routine, and being a man who enjoys flash and spontaneity amongst stimulating conversation and the occasional indulgence, he's been terribly, terribly bored. He's admired the "gallery" Luceti has to offer, frequented the bar and made his social rounds within the small circle he's established thus far. His social scene is nothing when one compares it to the flocks he had in London. Yet there’s little he can do, long denied those groups and relegated to here.
In an effort to fill the hours with some thing, he walked to the library with the intention of indulging in something a little less satisfying for a frustrated ponce, yet highly enjoyable for a man who read history at Cambridge. Ah, modern warfare. Just what are all the lovely systems up to some fifty years after his time?
As he sits in one of the aisles, back against the bookshelf, he thumbs through a rather intriguing book that caught his eye. “Most Famous Double Spies In Espionage History”. It isn’t out of narcissism that he picked it up, but more out of curiosity. Who could his contemporaries be?
Then he notices something. A flicker of a word on the next page. The sentences that follow frightens him, and his stomach contents curdle as he reads it.
But Burgess' much-vaunted help ingratiated him to the British intelligence community, though it had no idea that he was feeding the Russians every piece of secret information-including copies of Chamberlain's private messages-he could obtain. Burgess used his BBC position to develop contacts with important leaders in Europe who might later unwittingly provide him with more information to give to his Soviet....
The book has his name. A book about the most famous double agents in spy history. The only way one could be written about is if they were found out, and Guy is suddenly shaking with the realization. His whole body is keen to wretch, trembling with overcoming nausea. They’re caught in the future. They’re all bloody, bloody, had.
He doesn’t want to know what happens to him or any of the others, but they know. They all know, and they know everything. The Malnosso have his entire life at the tips of their fingers, and as skittles, dominoes... by God. They know about Kim, Anthony, Donald, every last one of them and everything they have ever touched.
He had expected that the Malnosso knew something, enough. Not this much. Not everything. Nor did he realize that every single one of his secrets was published for the public, that any soul with enough curiosity could read it.
They have to do something. He has to do something.
Tearing a title page out of the book, he pulls out a pen and begins to scrawl furiously, crossing out this word and that letter, scratching scribbles and arrows and making a convoluted mess. He runs from aisle to aisle, occasionally yanking books from the shelves, rifling through them madly, only to dart across to another one, plop down, and continue his mad jottings. An hour later, he writes this in his journal, half-crazed. Too much so to remember the damn filters Giles taught him.]
“Alea iacta est,” they told him. So it has again, our little gamblers bits.
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ULQIVWHOOXGJ D01 D01 D01
VWHFNHU EP GH JT
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IJYCI ZIRRZ CRMUM IXSSN KALLR BEEMU NQBGL TWSNL ZRFKM BCLCV DDPHB AVOHN BMVOD STEP
[Decoding Process]
[Everything is coded, four layers of a haunting call for his friends. His plea is deeply embedded by foreign language, instructions and settings for further decoding buried by a cipher, his final desperate message for Kim and Anthony made into encrypted nonsense by the Enigma Codes. The cipher, Ceasar’s own is alluded to by a seemingly out of context Latin quote.
Guy’s paranoia begins to show when the Latin isn’t even words from Ceasar’s mouth, but something spoken to the famous figure by another someone nobody remembers. Everything has a purpose, and it’s a long list of instructions heavily weighted by level after level of coding in an attempt to make it secret.
It’s a hard mix of Latin, French, German, settings for a piece of machinery and warning after warning after warning.
The die is cast the Latin says. Guy warns with it, So too have ours. Our future’s been told, we’re exposed.
Yet of course, words to Caesar are a tip in the direction of his cipher. His witty friends, using Caesar’s cipher will then unravel the code between the lines to this:
UKW: B
Walzen: I II III
Ringstellung: A-01 A-01 A-01
Stecker: BM DE GQ
La machine est sous mon lit. L’utilizez.
The French, once translated, speaks for itself: The machine is under my bed. Use it. With detailed settings and a location for a machine, Kim and Anthony then have the intricate--and in some ways, highly delicate--process of doing what had occupied them in England for years:
Breaking Enigma.
Guy’s final coding, 5-letter clusters of nonsensical garble is none other than the ‘unbreakable’ encryption used by the Nazis themselves. Breaking Enigma has been what helped Moscow to win the bloody war. With his nerves unraveling, Guy reached for it desperately. His friends will find the raw message, once decoded using the Enigma machine, no less unnerving:
THEYY YKNOW YYEVE RYTHI NGXXL IBRAR YYNOW XXWEY YNEED YYTOY YBURN YYEVE RYTHI NGXX
To the trained eye, to those who knew the organization of words and punctuation, it becomes very clear, very quickly:
They know everything. Library, now. We need to burn everything.
[/Decoding Process]
[Historical Info]
Caesar’s cipher is a shift cipher, a code where the alphabet was shifted by three in order to create an easily decipherable message. With the Latin quote as a tip to point them in the direction of this cipher, they then can decode the message between the lines.
The first part of this middle section is a series of settings for the Enigma Machine, used to create the Enigma Codes used by Germany-and most notably the Nazis-during WWII. The settings Guy writes is a cryptographic key for what the third section’s code is. The key’s parts are such, in order:
-The wiring of the reconfigurable reflector.
-Wheel order (Walzenlage) - the choice of rotors and the order in which they are fitted.
-Ring settings (Ringstellung) - the position of the alphabet ring relative to the rotor wiring.
-Plug settings (Steckerverbindungen) - the connections of the plugs in the plugboard.
This would tell his fellow spies the corresponding way to set up the Enigma machine in order to decode the message he wrote in the third part. Once they’ve gotten ahold of Guy’s Enigma Machine, set the rotors and the starting point of each alphabet ring, wired the connections in the plugboard and selected the appropriate reflector, they will then be able to translate the mass string of enigma coding, which translates to the raw (repeated from above):
THEYY YKNOW YYEVE RYTHI NGXXL IBRAR YYNOW XXWEY YNEED YYTOY YBURN YYEVE RYTHI NGXX
A security feature of Enigma was keeping everything in groups of five so that the lengths of words could not be known by the codebreaker. Therefore, they used letters for punctuation and division of the words which are as follows: XX = (period) and YY = (dash/space) and Y = (comma). Knowing all of this, we can then finally see the intended message.]
[/Historical Info]
[Should anyone come to the library, it won’t be difficult to locate Guy. Down one of the aisles, he’ll be sitting on the floor, a small pile of books haphazardly strewn about him, journal still open for anything that may be written back. If that wasn’t strange enough, once Kim and Anthony have joined him, it won’t be much longer before a hearty bonfire is started just behind House 32. Guy will be making trips between the library and their home, arms laden with as many books as he can carry.]
In an effort to fill the hours with some thing, he walked to the library with the intention of indulging in something a little less satisfying for a frustrated ponce, yet highly enjoyable for a man who read history at Cambridge. Ah, modern warfare. Just what are all the lovely systems up to some fifty years after his time?
As he sits in one of the aisles, back against the bookshelf, he thumbs through a rather intriguing book that caught his eye. “Most Famous Double Spies In Espionage History”. It isn’t out of narcissism that he picked it up, but more out of curiosity. Who could his contemporaries be?
Then he notices something. A flicker of a word on the next page. The sentences that follow frightens him, and his stomach contents curdle as he reads it.
But Burgess' much-vaunted help ingratiated him to the British intelligence community, though it had no idea that he was feeding the Russians every piece of secret information-including copies of Chamberlain's private messages-he could obtain. Burgess used his BBC position to develop contacts with important leaders in Europe who might later unwittingly provide him with more information to give to his Soviet....
The book has his name. A book about the most famous double agents in spy history. The only way one could be written about is if they were found out, and Guy is suddenly shaking with the realization. His whole body is keen to wretch, trembling with overcoming nausea. They’re caught in the future. They’re all bloody, bloody, had.
He doesn’t want to know what happens to him or any of the others, but they know. They all know, and they know everything. The Malnosso have his entire life at the tips of their fingers, and as skittles, dominoes... by God. They know about Kim, Anthony, Donald, every last one of them and everything they have ever touched.
He had expected that the Malnosso knew something, enough. Not this much. Not everything. Nor did he realize that every single one of his secrets was published for the public, that any soul with enough curiosity could read it.
They have to do something. He has to do something.
Tearing a title page out of the book, he pulls out a pen and begins to scrawl furiously, crossing out this word and that letter, scratching scribbles and arrows and making a convoluted mess. He runs from aisle to aisle, occasionally yanking books from the shelves, rifling through them madly, only to dart across to another one, plop down, and continue his mad jottings. An hour later, he writes this in his journal, half-crazed. Too much so to remember the damn filters Giles taught him.]
“Alea iacta est,” they told him. So it has again, our little gamblers bits.
XNZ E
ZDOCHQ l ll lll
ULQIVWHOOXGJ D01 D01 D01
VWHFNHU EP GH JT
OD PDFKLGH HVW VRXV PRG OLW. O’XWLOLCHC.
IJYCI ZIRRZ CRMUM IXSSN KALLR BEEMU NQBGL TWSNL ZRFKM BCLCV DDPHB AVOHN BMVOD STEP
[Decoding Process]
[Everything is coded, four layers of a haunting call for his friends. His plea is deeply embedded by foreign language, instructions and settings for further decoding buried by a cipher, his final desperate message for Kim and Anthony made into encrypted nonsense by the Enigma Codes. The cipher, Ceasar’s own is alluded to by a seemingly out of context Latin quote.
Guy’s paranoia begins to show when the Latin isn’t even words from Ceasar’s mouth, but something spoken to the famous figure by another someone nobody remembers. Everything has a purpose, and it’s a long list of instructions heavily weighted by level after level of coding in an attempt to make it secret.
It’s a hard mix of Latin, French, German, settings for a piece of machinery and warning after warning after warning.
The die is cast the Latin says. Guy warns with it, So too have ours. Our future’s been told, we’re exposed.
Yet of course, words to Caesar are a tip in the direction of his cipher. His witty friends, using Caesar’s cipher will then unravel the code between the lines to this:
UKW: B
Walzen: I II III
Ringstellung: A-01 A-01 A-01
Stecker: BM DE GQ
La machine est sous mon lit. L’utilizez.
The French, once translated, speaks for itself: The machine is under my bed. Use it. With detailed settings and a location for a machine, Kim and Anthony then have the intricate--and in some ways, highly delicate--process of doing what had occupied them in England for years:
Breaking Enigma.
Guy’s final coding, 5-letter clusters of nonsensical garble is none other than the ‘unbreakable’ encryption used by the Nazis themselves. Breaking Enigma has been what helped Moscow to win the bloody war. With his nerves unraveling, Guy reached for it desperately. His friends will find the raw message, once decoded using the Enigma machine, no less unnerving:
THEYY YKNOW YYEVE RYTHI NGXXL IBRAR YYNOW XXWEY YNEED YYTOY YBURN YYEVE RYTHI NGXX
To the trained eye, to those who knew the organization of words and punctuation, it becomes very clear, very quickly:
They know everything. Library, now. We need to burn everything.
[/Decoding Process]
[Historical Info]
Caesar’s cipher is a shift cipher, a code where the alphabet was shifted by three in order to create an easily decipherable message. With the Latin quote as a tip to point them in the direction of this cipher, they then can decode the message between the lines.
The first part of this middle section is a series of settings for the Enigma Machine, used to create the Enigma Codes used by Germany-and most notably the Nazis-during WWII. The settings Guy writes is a cryptographic key for what the third section’s code is. The key’s parts are such, in order:
-The wiring of the reconfigurable reflector.
-Wheel order (Walzenlage) - the choice of rotors and the order in which they are fitted.
-Ring settings (Ringstellung) - the position of the alphabet ring relative to the rotor wiring.
-Plug settings (Steckerverbindungen) - the connections of the plugs in the plugboard.
This would tell his fellow spies the corresponding way to set up the Enigma machine in order to decode the message he wrote in the third part. Once they’ve gotten ahold of Guy’s Enigma Machine, set the rotors and the starting point of each alphabet ring, wired the connections in the plugboard and selected the appropriate reflector, they will then be able to translate the mass string of enigma coding, which translates to the raw (repeated from above):
THEYY YKNOW YYEVE RYTHI NGXXL IBRAR YYNOW XXWEY YNEED YYTOY YBURN YYEVE RYTHI NGXX
A security feature of Enigma was keeping everything in groups of five so that the lengths of words could not be known by the codebreaker. Therefore, they used letters for punctuation and division of the words which are as follows: XX = (period) and YY = (dash/space) and Y = (comma). Knowing all of this, we can then finally see the intended message.]
[/Historical Info]
[Should anyone come to the library, it won’t be difficult to locate Guy. Down one of the aisles, he’ll be sitting on the floor, a small pile of books haphazardly strewn about him, journal still open for anything that may be written back. If that wasn’t strange enough, once Kim and Anthony have joined him, it won’t be much longer before a hearty bonfire is started just behind House 32. Guy will be making trips between the library and their home, arms laden with as many books as he can carry.]