[i][b]— Earth-F67X: North Capital City: Earth’s Extraterrestrial Embassy[/b][/i]

Now with a somewhat functional human form, credentials to get through some of the security, and a mission, she continued forwards. Her outfit was plain, drab, the right thing to not call too much attention to herself. Other than her light gray pencil skirt paired with a matching blazer and a white shirt, her attire also consisted of  black heels, pink lipstick, black eyeliner, a black pantyhose, and a loose fishtail bun.

Her heels clicked on the floor, feeling the unfamiliarity of a human body slowly vanish as she continued to walk. Her stiffness gave way to a more natural stride right as she passed the security and approached Margaret. In reality, she had no idea what she was doing and simply felt inclined to approach that location. It did seem important and gave her the opportunity to plant bugs into each computer she covertly touched. She moved fast, fast enough to have to dodge people and sometimes lean on things, with these just so happening to coincide with connection ports to each computer. Her fingers adapted fast, enough to elude security cameras, or so she hoped.

Finally, she reached the conference room. Unfortunately however it was far too late for her to enter. Instead, she decided to sit outside, her legs parallel to each other and her back straight. She glanced at her clipboard every now and then, unsure as to what she was supposed to do with it and instead focused her attention on what Fran was doing. It felt like watching television, and perhaps was, but it was better than to sit around looking lost.


[i][b]— High Neptune Orbit: Just outside the range of the Mainline Defensive Array[/b][/i]


Within the strange polygonal ship the two continued to chat in dissipating light, their appendages touching if just to transmit information at Terahertz speeds in multiple frequencies. “Seems like our girl made it out of the host. Not without making quite the scene however.” He said, walking outside the ship after opening one of the access points at the back. “Ah, finally some fresh air.” Cairo said to Giza as he made his shape more humanoid and replicated the gesture of breathing in and out, with both hands on his hips as he stared at the faint pale sun in the distance. He even raised one of his tentacles over his pseudo-forehead as he stared out at the ball of plasma and said. “Looks like it’s gonna be a beautiful day today, excellent for spreading misinformation.” And, finally, Giza spoke back.

“That will compromise camouflage.” She protested, the electromagnetic waves inside the ship finally finding somewhere to go and spread out, filling the cold and empty void of the cosmos over Neptune and further away. It was nothing more than noise but enough for their kind to discern, and even become alarmed. “Eh, it’s not like they’ll do anything anyway. What are they gonna do, shoot us?” He asked, flowing like water to the very back of the ship, his feet remaining where they were as his body stretched, and finally gripped onto the hull to pull it. A large laminate of the ship came loose, revealing a pitch black covering under it and the flesh of the spacecraft itself. It was packed full of interconnects, like an endless highway of information packed in between armor plates. “So, did you ever use social media?” It asked, the antenna rising by itself until it was fully pointing at Earth, the other four flaps on the ship following suit.

“You already know the answer to that question, captain.” Giza replied, already preparing most of her computing modules for the task to come. “Yeah yeah, I just wanted to tease you a little. Anyway, you already know what to do. I’ll give you a hand as well so don’t worry about it.” Cairo added, sliding back into the ship as the antennas began to emit and receive information. Waves upon waves of automated accounts propped up, bypassing filters specifically designed to counter such intrusions. “I think they’ll blow us up for real this time, tachyon comms 3 billion miles away doesn’t sound like a civilian operation at all, does it?” It was very likely their intrusion would be traced and undone in a matter of second once they knew what was going on, but for Cairo and Giza, all they needed were a few milliseconds to get the flood going.

“Are these posts not obvious? I am sure they will not fool anyone.” Giza said, examining the information caught by their receiver after they were done sending information. “Eh… You see, back when information regulations were more lax, and artificial intelligences more primitive, there were these generative models that could make images of anything you asked it to. They were crude and obvious to anyone that knew what to look for, but now, we need not fight against their best, only their weakest, and for that purpose they are more than enough.” An electromagnetic beep echoed through the ship. “Oh, my popcorn is ready.”

Back on Earth the effects of the previous attack presented themselves, hordes of ambiguously valid information about strange beings coming out of people exploding. Some spread through obscure Japanese imageboards while others surfed on the back of the senile users with less cognition than a potato battery. The floodgates had been opened, with many strangely convincing and completely fake posts circulating around about topics both directly correlated and vaguely hallucinated into the discourse. This, the two nanomorphs hoped would keep their agent's secrecy alive.