Introducing Sid Nerc
“I'm Sid Nerc, pleased to meet you,” he repeated several times to himself, before settling on his new name. The corners of Sid's mouth curled up and his mouth cracked open to expose a hint of a single pearly white tooth. He'd decided.
“Yes, that’s it. I'm Sid Nerc,” he said jokingly to the cashier standing behind the Starbucks counter. She didn’t flinch. She’d met her share of strange customers.
Realizing no mirror was available to admire himself as he waited, he invisibly shrugged. Instead, looking down at his tattered black Converse All Star high-tops he worked another problem.
Sid was about to 'dis' the N.E.R.C. First he'd hack the North American Electric Reliability Corporation's computer systems, to perform his ususal scans. Then he'd firm up his newly created identity by installing a fake Tax I.D as his own into the Social Security Administration's systems. The number he'd use would be 204-82-1888, the NERC's corproate tax I.D. number.
As Sid slipped back onto Canal Street, and passed pedestrian after pedestrian, sipping hot coffee, the smell of China Town overwhelmed him. His contact was probably close by. He could feel it. There was always time however, to mock the sidewalk zombies staring down at their cell phones for being of inferior intelligence. “Losers,” he thought.
Meanwhile, 235 miles away, Carlo Talley hunched over a computer screen in the dark at the C.I.A., reading some old memos he’d written. His day-old cold coffee was not quite as enjoyable as Nerc’s. Unaware that he’d soon be tasked with unraveling a twisted mystery involving Nerc and the other’s responsible for the U.S’ largest cyberattack in history, he grabbed a napkin and wiped bread crumbs off of his filthy keyboard in total ignorance.
Later, when Talley would be brought in to track down the attackers, he’d learn that adults took notice of Sid's evil streak while still in the foster care system. The story went that the children at his last home received one box of popsicles every Sunday, to be shared amongst themselves equally. Sid, enjoying his second, (and the last in the box) peeled the paper back and licked it slowly in front of the other children to rub it in. He was the alpha-dog. But, rather than allow the boy who had just knocked it from his hand to enjoy a minor victory, Sid simply laughed, picked up the dirty popsickle, licked it clean, and finished it, before he proceeded to stab the boy to death with the dull stick. Minutes later Nerc vanished into thin air, never to be seen again by the foster care administrators or the local police.