"The Remote Controls"
By Eric VanDycke (nimbus@telenet.net)
The time: Mid Morning
The who: Mr. Jimmy Bob Smith who is just sitting down to watch his favorite show; The Price is RightTM.
"Caroline Diaz, come on down! You're the next contestant on the Price is RightTM!"
Jimmy sits there in his ragged underwear eating coca-puffsTM> straight from the box, half of the crunchy delicious cereal strewn across his official SpamTM tee-shirt. Staring mindlessly into the T.V. (which stands for Total Viewer-control, BTW) in a state of bliss that can be tapped into with the flip of a switch. Not blinking and certainly not thinking Jimmy starts to drool.
"Tell her what she has won Rod!" says Bob with a wide grin.
"She has won . . . an all expense's paid trip to Bermuda! That's right, 2 round trip tickets to the lovely island of Bermuda, You and your guest will stay in the lovely --"
The infuriating sound of static
"Shit! The cable must be out -- again. What the hell is going on here. Why can't the Television just work right once in a while?" sputters Jimmy, "Why --"
Suddenly as though a wish had come true for him, the resolution snaps back to the clarity that it once was. A shabby looking man in his 40's stares out from the set. Jimmy begins to feel a pain in his temples -- headache -- and a bad one at that. 'What is happening' thought Jimmy as he began to make out the words that the man was speaking as they came through the static.
"Do not turn this off. We are broadcasting over the station's signal to inform you of matters that are affecting you at this very moment. You are being duped, the victims in a larger plot to control reality as we know it. The Powers That Be are using these devices, your Television, your V.C.R, and your radio to keep your minds lulled almost asleep. Free thought and creativity are at an all time low within our species. People are turning to barbarism; children raised in front of these things rampage through the streets raping a killing to the point that would put Atilla the Hun to shame. Turn off your sets, get out of your houses; always remember that the government is in on this. They are watching, listening, and controlling everything that happens in this nation --"
Suddenly the T.V. crashed into static once more, which was then replaced by the stations identification symbol above a series of familiar words 'PLEASE STAND BY. WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMIMNG WILL COMMENCE AS SOON AS THE PROBLEM IS ALLEVIATED.'
Somewhere out there, lurking in the darker corners of the city are the Remote Controls, Information Hackers, and masters of Underground Communications Technology.
No one knows who these people are. They seem to be an underground group of Hackers and rogue acolytes of the Technocracy that know their former employers methods and technology. They move from place to place, interrupting television broadcasts, and spreading their information to the masses, trying to free them from the mental strangle hold that the Technocracy has them in. They have no records (as if anyone knew their names) and they have never been seen (except for their spokesman Dr. Venger, who is like the rest of the group, an enigma).
They are believed to have 5-8 main members that do all of the intel work and the tech work. They also have several hundred others that are sympathetic to their cause. History is up to you to do with as you see fit. The individual members are also up to you to do what as you need or want to use. In my chronicle they are anonymous and very secretive, an enigma in the widest sense. They come and go with little trace like some sort of techno-communications ninja.
Their methods include:
Background Color: Whenever the players pass by a television, have the R.C.'s bust in and begin to spout their talk. Or from time to time have the players witness a raid on some warehouse or other building that they overhear was for the sole purpose of finding the 'damn T.V. Hackers'. Make sure to have a few MIB's there just to get the point across.
Adventure Hook: The RC's interrupt a news broadcast's video feed with a video clip of one of the Player's loved ones or Acolytes being captured by the NWO. Or they can get in contact with the players and offer to work with them on a case by case basis.
NPC's (Friendly): They can work with the players, be acolytes, etc, or they can be contacts, or a "Weapon" that the players have access to.
NPC's (Enemy): Perhaps they are against all mages, not just the Technocracy. Have a player that is a little too violent with their magick? Have his face show up on the local news as wanted by the police for questioning, or have him show up on COP's or even America's Most Wanted. I mean: "Whatcha' gonna do when they come for you? huh mage boy?"
Random Element: Use them to throw the players off guard, just as another weird element of street culture or weirdness in the life of a will-worker.
Snow Crash (Great Book)
Postman's Technopoly (Read it!)
Johnny Mnemonic (The T.V. hacker parts)