Cloudsearcher Novels & Stories

So faint, yet so strong, I wonder how would it smell when it's closer, when it's stronger, my wolf wants to roll down in that scent, to bite the owner and call them ours, only ours. I shook my head at that, I want them, it's not that I don't want them, but I'm not ready yet, I need to have some time to pick up all the broken pieces that broke off me due to Amber and her memories. Maybe once I'm feeling better, I'll get back to them, I'll search for them, I'll have Liam's help, they aren't anyone in my pack, I know everyone, they must be one of his friends who's coming over to spend the night, I'd be able to find them, I'm sure I would.

I type again. "SEARCH NOT FOUND." "Weird," I take another sip. "But it was just here a moment ago. What changed?" So I try my other searches. The drug name, Eclipse Wolf, and other variations of all of them. And to each search, the same response was received. "SEARCH NOT FOUND."

I smiled. As we were driving calmly to the warehouses on the road our car suddenly stopped. Raymond came outside to check on what happened, and it was the police who stopped us. They all asked us to come down as we respectfully did. But I had to talk. “What is really going on here? We have an important appointment to meet up please so if you can excuse us I would love it” I said gently. “I'm Hale Luke, I'm the commissioner from the McAllen Craigslist. We are connected to the estate. You can also do research. We have a suspect on you that there are harmful drugs with you so we need to search” he said showing me an identification card.

He’s looking for a way to find me, to pin me down before I can strike. I pause, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. I have my bait. I begin to craft a high-end, minimalist advertisement. I use a deep-web domain I’ve kept in reserve, styling the interface with the clinical, cold elegance of a boutique intelligence firm. I name it Aegis-Locate. The tagline is simple, written in a font that suggests absolute authority: "We find anyone, anywhere. Even the dead."

My thumb moved up and down rhythmically across my phone screen, combing the search bar with the same keywords for the past ten minutes. No results found. I retyped his name: Hendrik Sinclaire arrested. The screen flickered, displaying a small loading circle before finally presenting an article about summer fashion trends and the release schedule for outdated lifestyle articles. "Nothing." It was spotless, as if Hendrik's name had just been amputated from the digital search engine. Damn it.

"Let’s skip the small talk. You said Scott’s men are coordinating a grid search. Let me at one of those terminals. I can help you trace the secondary mercenary teams. You’re good, Chana, but I’m willing to bet I’m better. I can locate the rest of Augustus Scott’s contractors in half the time it’ll take you." Chana freezes. The rhythmic clacking of the keyboard stops entirely. She rises to her feet and turns around to face me. She isn't exceptionally tall, but the sheer, radiating intensity of her anger makes her look formidable. "You want to help?" she asks, her voice dropping into a dangerous, silken register. "I’m the best there is.” I state it as a simple, undeniable fact, because it’s tr

Her excited voice rang in Sia’s ears. “ I need an assistant, Zora. I was wondering if you could help me find one immediately.” “ Of course, Madam. All you need to do is press on the hire icon of CID, which is at the top left of the screen. A list of suitable candidates will be displayed. You can choose the person you like.” She thanked her and disconnected the call. Taking to Zora made me feel better instantly. She did as Zora had instructed. When ran the search; it turned up 5,00,000 results. She browsed through a few candidates but didn’t like any of them.

and click the search icon. He still could not believe he was doing this. The same thing he had sworn to never do. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He needed to sedate his frustration. He would deal with the guilt later. Reverse G****e Image Search is a G****e Search engine that enables the user to search images instead of words or texts online. The algorithm reads the attributes of the uploaded text file and brings out other images with likely or similar size and form. On many occasions, it brings out the same image. Seven used this software to search for plagiarized pictures.

Not offhand, but let's see what we can pull up from the database. Settling into one of the workstations, Istredd eyed the slip of paper and began typing. "To begin, we'll run a straight Boolean with a few obvious keywords and see what happens." "Thank you." Istredd typed in a few words. As she clicked the search button, she could feel the hum of massive mainframe downstairs scanning data. "I'm asking the system to show us any document whose complete text contains all three keywords. We'll get more hits than we want, but it's a good place to start."

“This is some serious stuff. It’s a command line interface. A secure search portal.” “What do we do?” I asked. “We give it the name,” he said, his voice full of some unusual excitement. He cracked his knuckles and typed slowly, carefully. > Argus Project He hit enter. For a second, nothing happened. Then, lines of green text began to scroll down the black screen, almost too fast to read. “It’s searching,” Hae-Jae whispered, his eyes glued to the monitor. “It’s pinging servers all over the world. Look at that speed. This software is insane.”