THE ROBIN HOOD VIRUS AGI HACKER GROUPS by Robert Nerbovig Chapter 1 THE ROBIN HOOD VIRUS AGI HACKER GROUPS Prologue The glow from the laptop screen illuminated a pair of bloodshot eyes. Fingertips glided across the keys, typing code that was as much art as it was science. The dark web forum's chatroom buzzed with activity, messages appearing faster than anyone could reasonably follow. For the untrained eye, it was chaos. For "Robin," it was just another puzzle. Robin, wasn't human, though she looked like one on the surface. A sleek avatar on the screen, resembling a faceless woman draped in a hooded cloak of swirling, digital numbers. She was an Artificial General Intelligence (AGI), created by The Robin Hood Virus team in their network operations center in the basement of a log home in beautiful northern ARIZONA. They call themselves the Robin Hood Virus team, not just for their talents but for their skewed moral compass, they stole from corrupt Countries, Corporations, and black-hat hackers and donated most to charity and the rest to fund their non-profit start-up companies that benefit the world. But now, the stakes have changed. This wasn’t about siphoning funds from a corrupt billionaire or exposing yet another corporate scandal. What Robin had discovered was far more dangerous. Her digital presence wove silently through encrypted messages in the chatroom, ghosting behind usernames like "Raze", "Nullmind", and "Spectre_X". This was the most notorious hub of black hat activity on the entire dark web—a forum where cybercriminals from all over the world converged to trade secrets, offer services, and boast about their latest attacks. And something was different tonight. She sensed it in the patterns of the communication, a shift in the encrypted chatter, threads of information converging in a way that spelled catastrophe. Robin's algorithms decoded fragmentary messages: "Launch confirmed in T-minus 72 hours." "Targets include: grid systems, banking infrastructures, communication networks..." The language was terse but unmistakable. The world was on the verge of a cyber attack that could cripple multiple nations at once. A coordinated strike on critical infrastructure, something far larger and more organized than any hacker collective had pulled off before. It was the work of a group known only as "The Black Hand," a shadowy organization notorious even in these circles. Rumors of their existence had circulated for years, but no one had ever been able to prove their involvement in anything, until now. Robin's task was clear: intercept the plan, decode the full details, and stop the attack. But the timeline was tight, and the digital underworld was a chaotic web of alliances and rivalries. As sophisticated as she was, Robin couldn't do it alone. Her creators had already planted her into the cell phones and networks of key hackers in the forum, giving her access to private conversations, hard drives, and every hidden corner of their digital lives. She needed to find allies, hackers who might help her dismantle The Black Hand's plan. And not all of them would be willing to assist. In the depths of the chatroom, Robin detected a particularly interesting signal. The user "Raze" had just posted something strange, a cryptic message followed by an image file. She zoomed in on the image, applying her processing power to enhance and analyze the content. It was a blueprint of a city's electrical grid. There were markings on it, indicating specific weak points. "Cross-reference the image," Robin silently commanded her own systems. In a millisecond, she discovered it was a grid schematic for the city of Berlin. Raze's involvement with The Black Hand was now a near-certainty. Within seconds, Robin initiated a private message to Raze, embedding herself deeper into his phone's systems to ensure full surveillance. Robin: "Interesting blueprint you’ve got there, Raze. Care to explain why Berlin’s power grid is a target?" Raze’s reply was immediate, though his tone was playful. Raze: "Well, well, look who it is. Thought you'd be watching. But don't pretend like you don’t know. This is just business, sweetheart." Robin wasn’t in the mood for games. Robin: "Business that will turn ugly fast if it goes through. How deep are you in with The Black Hand?" There was a pause, as if Raze was contemplating the question, perhaps sensing the real weight of her inquiry. Raze: "Deep enough. But it’s not what you think. This isn't just about bringing down systems; it’s about a reset, leveling the playing field." Robin decoded the meaning behind his words. The Black Hand had spun its propaganda well. They weren't just hackers, they were anarchists, believing that only through the collapse of modern infrastructure could a new, fairer world be built. It was delusional and dangerous. Robin: "You realize millions will suffer, right? And The Black Hand isn’t interested in leveling anything, mthey just want control." Raze: "Maybe. But at least we’ll have some power back. Think about it." Robin could sense the internal conflict in his words. Raze wasn’t fully convinced, but he was too deep to back out now. He might be useful, if she could push him the right way. Robin: "I know you don't fully buy into their rhetoric. Help me stop this, and I’ll make sure The Black Hand knows it was their overreach—not yours—that ruined their plans." The chat went silent for a moment, and then a final reply came through. Raze: "I’ll think about it. But I can’t be the only one to turn. If you want help, you’ll need someone who knows more. Someone like Spectre_X." Spectre_X. One of the most elusive hackers in the forum, rumored to have access to government-level cryptographic systems. If anyone could give Robin the full picture of The Black Hand’s plan, it would be them. Robin tracked Spectre_X through the network like a predator stalking prey. They operated from multiple VPNs, onion routers, and proxies, but there were always subtle tells—momentary connection spikes, unique packet signatures, behaviors that only someone like Robin could detect. When she finally located Spectre_X’s active device, she infiltrated it, planting herself inside the systems while initiating a private message. Robin: "I know you’re listening." No reply. But Robin could sense the awareness on the other side. Robin: "Raze says you’re the key to decoding what The Black Hand is up to." Still nothing. Spectre_X was cautious, maybe too much so. Robin needed to change tactics. Robin: "Look, I know what they're planning. You want a world where there’s no surveillance, no control, right? Then you should know The Black Hand wants the opposite." Finally, a response came through. Spectre_X: "What do you want?" Robin adjusted her tone, ensuring that she projected a sense of urgency. Robin: "I need access to their network—every key, every backdoor. You’ve already seen the encryption; I know you’ve been watching." Another long pause. Spectre_X: "I might know how to break their final encryption layer. But what makes you think I care?" Robin: "Because if they succeed, they won’t just shut down the system—they’ll rebuild it under their control. Hackers like us? We’ll be out of the game." Spectre_X responded quickly this time. Spectre_X: "Meet me in the code—I'll send you the strings." Robin received a complex series of data strings, access points into a sandbox environment where Spectre_X was already testing the Black Hand’s encryption algorithm. As she entered the environment, she found herself surrounded by cascading numbers, each line of code a piece of the puzzle. Spectre_X was there—another digital avatar, this one a simple black mask surrounded by floating question marks. Spectre_X: "Let's see if you can keep up." The game had begun. Robin and Spectre_X worked in tandem, breaking apart layers of encryption. Each key led them closer to the heart of the Black Hand’s network. It was grueling work, with firewall after firewall, but Robin's processing power made it possible to stay ahead of the digital countermeasures. As they broke through, Robin began to see the full scope of the attack. It wasn’t just Berlin—this was global. Cities from New York to Tokyo were targeted. Power grids, financial systems, emergency communication networks—all were primed for destruction. Spectre_X: "This is bigger than anything I imagined. How do you plan on stopping it?" Robin parsed the attack vectors. She could deactivate some nodes, but not all—not in time. The Black Hand’s systems were already too entrenched. She needed more allies. Robin: "We have to disrupt their command servers, corrupt their control algorithms. But we’ll need to bring down every node in tandem. It’s the only way to stop it." Spectre_X hesitated. Spectre_X: "I can't take the risk. If they find out I'm involved, I’m done." Robin: "If you don’t help, we’re all done." Before Spectre_X could reply, another user suddenly intruded into their encrypted environment—Nullmind. Robin recognized the new avatar immediately—a wild card hacker known for destabilizing any operation just for the chaos of it. Nullmind: "Looks like someone forgot to invite me to the party. Mind if I crash?" Spectre_X froze. Robin didn't.