Computer Hackers: The Whos, Whats, Whens, Wheres, Whys and Hows. :: Essays Papers

Computer Hackers: The Who's, What's, When's, Where's, Why's and How's. After coming home from a long day at school, I turn on my computer and go to the Internet to see "What's New!" Then all of a sudden I hear, "You've Got Mail!" I check my e-mail and it's a message from my friend in Alabama. It is warning me about a computer virus that is being spread, and that I should watch out. Thank goodness someone warned me about this. I said to myself, "This kind of stuff must be the work of those hackers that I hear so much about." But what exactly is a hacker, and what are they out to do? Hackers are people who are getting into our computer systems, destroying our personal property and stealing our information. Years ago, a hacker was a person who was capable of creating elegant and or unusual uses of technology. These days, a hacker refers to a person who attempts to penetrate security systems on remote computers (Hackers 2). Not only are computer hackers causing many problems for businesses, they are also causing many problems for the average person. Hackers get in personal information and get a hold of credit card numbers, various banking accounts and financial information, and just about anything else they want to know about you. They are going to get it whether you like it or not. Hacking, with the intent to steal or deface, is so feared in the corporate world that companies have spent $1.8 billion this year alone on computer network security products and services (Home Hackers 1). Cracking of home computers has been rare, but it is always a growing concern. Any machine connected to the Internet is potentially vulnerable, but the best targets are those with high-speed, "always on" connectors, such as cable modems or digital subscriber lines. Systems with high-speed connections are typically targeted because they are the simplest to track down. People have to realize that hacking is not a prank or a game, especially when hackers are hitting such spots as the White House site, the FBI site and the Senate site. The fines and jail time for these hackers are not very funny either. Arrests are being made and punishments can be up to life in prison and thousands, and in some cases millions of dollars in fines. When you think of hackers, you probably think of someone who is a little older, someone who's profession is working with computers.

Succubus Shadows Chapter 12

It occurred to me at some point that I wished the Oneroi would only send me false dreams. They hurt – no question – but there was a very, very small comfort afterward in knowing they hadn't really happened. Yet, my next few dreams were true ones, and I was forced to keep reliving the past. One memory brought me back to fifteenth century Florence. At first, I felt a small blossoming of joy at repeating this. The Italian Renaissance had been a beautiful thing, and I'd been in awe watching the ingenuity of humans reawaken after the last few depressing centuries. Things were made that much more interesting because the Church was always pushing back against this artistic flourishing. That kind of conflict was what my kind thrived on. Another succubus and I had shared a house, living luxuriously off of a textile business we ostensibly managed while our merchant uncle (an incubus who was never around) traveled. It was a good setup, and I – going by the name of Bianca – was the favorite child of our local demoness, Tavia, thanks to conquest after conquest. It all started to go awry when I hired an eccentric and extremely good-looking painter named Niccol? ° to create a fresco for our home. He was flamboyant, funny, and intelligent – and had been attracted to me from the first day. Nonetheless, a sense of propriety and professional boundaries made him keep his distance. This was something I intended to change, and I frequently stayed with him while he worked on the wall, knowing it would only be a matter of time before he gave in to my charms. â€Å"Ovid didn't know anything about love,† I told him one day. I was lounging on a sofa, caught up in one of the literary discussions we so often stumbled into. His ability to engage in these talks added to his allure. He looked up at me with mock incredulity, pausing in his painting. â€Å"Nothing about love? Woman, bite your tongue! He's the authority! He wrote books on it. Books that are still read and used today.† I sat up from my undignified repose. â€Å"They aren't relevant. They were written for a different time. He devotes pages to telling men where to meet women. But those places aren't around anymore. Women don't go to races or fights. We can't even linger in public areas anymore.† This came out with more bitterness than I intended. The artistic culture of this time was wonderful, but it had come with a restriction of female roles that differed from those I'd grown used to in other places and eras. â€Å"Perhaps,† Niccol? ° agreed. â€Å"But the principles are still the same. As are the techniques.† â€Å"Techniques?† I repressed a snort. Honestly, what could a mere mortal know about seduction techniques? â€Å"They're nothing but superficial gestures. Give your ladylove compliments. Talk about things you have in common – like the weather. Help her fix her dress if it gets mussed. What does any of that have to do with love?† â€Å"What does anything have to do with love anymore? If anything, those comments are particularly applicable now. Marriage is all about business.† He tilted his head toward me in a speculative manner that was typical of him. â€Å"You've done something with your hair today that's extremely pretty, by the way.† I paused in return, thrown off by the compliment. â€Å"Thank you. Anyway. You're right: marriage is business. But some of them are love matches. Or love can grow. And plenty of clandestine affairs, no matter how ‘sinful,' are based on love.† â€Å"So your problem is that Ovid is ruining what love is still left?† His eyes drifted to the window, and he frowned. â€Å"Does it look like it'll rain out there?† The zeal of this topic seized hold of me, making his abrupt interruptions that much more annoying. â€Å"Yes – what? I mean, no, it won't rain, and, yes, that's what he's doing. Love is already so rare. By approaching it like a game, he cheapens what little there is.† Niccol? ° abandoned his brushes and colors and sat down next to me on the couch. â€Å"You don't think love is a game?† â€Å"Sometimes – all right, most of the time – yes, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't – † I stopped. His fingers had slid to the edge of my dress's neckline. â€Å"What are you doing?† â€Å"This is crooked. I'm straightening it.† I stared and then started laughing as the ruse revealed itself. â€Å"You're doing it. You're following his advice.† â€Å"Is it working?† I reached for him. â€Å"Yes.† He pulled back. This wasn't what he'd expected. He'd only intended to tease me, proving his point with a game. Averting his eyes, he began to rise. â€Å"I should get back to work†¦.† He was rarely thrownoff, and I'd disarmed him. Gripping him with surprising strength, I jerked him back to me and pressed my lips to his. They were soft and sweet, and after a few stunned moments, he responded, his tongue moving eagerly into my mouth. Then, realizing what he was doing, he drew away once more. â€Å"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have†¦Ã¢â‚¬  I could see the longing in his eyes, the desire he'd held back since working for me. He wanted me, but even a roguish artistic type felt it was wrong to do this with an unmarried, upper-class woman – particularly one who'd employed him. â€Å"You started it,† I warned in a low voice. â€Å"You were trying to prove me wrong about Ovid. Looks like it worked.† I put my hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth back down to my own. He still initially resisted, but it didn't last. And when his hand began slowly pushing up the folds of my skirts, I knew I'd won and that it was time to retreat to the bedroom. Once there, he abandoned any attempts at decorum. He pushed me down onto the bed, the fingers that so deftly painted walls now fumbling to release me from my complicated dress and its layers of rich fabrics. When he had me stripped down to my thin chemise, I took charge, removing his clothing with a brisk efficiency and delighting in the way his skin felt under my fingertips as my hands explored his body. Straddling him, I lowered my face and let my tongue dance circles around his nipples. They hardened within my mouth, and I had the satisfaction of hearing him cry out softly when my teeth grazed their tender surface. Moving downward, I trailed kisses along his stomach – down, down to where he stood hard and swollen. Delicately, I ran my tongue against his erection, from base to tip. He cried out again, that cry turning to a moan when I took him into my mouth. I felt him grow between my lips, becoming harder and larger, as I slowly moved up and down. Without even realizing what he did, I think, he raked his hands through my hair, getting his fingers caught up in the elaborate pinning and carefully arranged curls. Sucking harder, I increased my pace, exalting in the feel of him filling up my mouth. The early twinges of his energy began seeping into me, like glittering streams of color and fire. While not physically pleasurable per se, it sparked me in a similar way, waking up my succubus hunger and igniting my flesh, making me long to touch him and be touched in return. â€Å"Ah†¦Bianca, you shouldn't†¦Ã¢â‚¬  I momentarily released him from my mouth, letting my hand continue the work of stroking him closer to climax. â€Å"You want me to stop?† â€Å"I†¦well, ah! No, but women like you don't†¦you aren't supposed to†¦Ã¢â‚¬  I laughed, the sound low and dangerous in my throat. â€Å"You have no idea what kind of woman I am. I want to do this. I want to feel you in my mouth†¦taste you†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Oh God,† he groaned, eyes closed and lips parted. His muscles tensed, body arching slightly, and I just managed to return him to my mouth in time. He came, and I took it all in as his body continued to spasm. The life energy trickling into me spiked in intensity, and I nearly had a climax of my own. We'd only just started, and I was already getting more life from him than I'd expected. This would be a good night. When his shuddering body finally quieted, I shifted myself so that my hips wrapped around his. I ran my tongue over my lips. â€Å"Oh God,† he repeated, breathing labored and eyes wide. His hands traveled up my waist and rested under my breasts, earning my approval. â€Å"I thought†¦I thought only whores did that†¦.† I arched an eyebrow. â€Å"Disappointed?† â€Å"Oh, no. No.† Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against his. â€Å"Then return the favor.† He was only too eager, despite his weariness. After pulling the chemise over my head, he ravaged my body with his mouth, his hands cradling my breasts while his lips sucked and teeth teased my nipples, just as I'd done to him. My desire grew, my instincts urging me to take more and more of his life and stoke my body's burning need. When he moved his mouth between my legs, parting my thighs, I jerked his head up. â€Å"You said once that I think like a man,† I hissed softly. â€Å"Then treat me like one. Get on your knees.† He blinked in surprise, taken aback, but I could tell something about the force of the command aroused him. An animal glint shone in his eyes as he sank to his knees on the floor, and I stood before him, my backside leaning against the bed. Hands clutching my hips, he pressed his face against the soft patch of hair between my thighs, his tongue slipping between my lips and stroking the burning, swelling heart buried within. At that first touch, my whole body shuddered, and I arched my head back. Fueled by this reaction, he lapped eagerly, letting his tongue dance with a steady rhythm. Twining my hands in his hair, I pushed him closer to me, forcing him to taste more of me, to increase the pressure of his tongue upon me. When the burning, delicious feeling in my lower body could take no more, it burst, like the sun exploding. Like fire and starlight coursing through me, setting every part of me tingling and screaming. Imitating what I'd done to him earlier, he didn't remove his mouth until my climax finally subsided, my body still twitching each time his tongue tauntingly darted out and teased that oh-so-sensitive area. When he finally broke away, he looked up with a bemused smile. â€Å"I don't know what you are. Subservient†¦dominant†¦I don't know how to treat you.† I smiled back, my hands caressing the sides of his face. â€Å"I'm anything you want me to be. How do you want to treat me?† He thought about it, finally speaking in a hesitant voice. â€Å"I want†¦I want to think of you like a goddess†¦and take you like a whore†¦.† My smile increased. That about summed up my life, I thought. â€Å"I'm anything you want me to be,† I repeated. Rising to his feet, he pushed me roughly against the bed, holding me down. He was ready again, though I could see the effort it took. Most men would have collapsed after that loss of life energy, but he was fighting through his exhaustion in order to take me again. I felt the hard press of him against me, and then he pushed – nearly shoved – himself into me, sliding almost effortlessly now that I was so wet. Moaning, I shifted myself up so that he could get a better position and take me deeper. His hands clutched my hips as he moved with an almost primal aggression, and the sound of our bodies hitting each other filled the room. My body responded to his, loving the way he filled me up and drove into me. My cries grew louder, his thrusts harder. And, oh, the life pouring into me. It was a river now, golden and scorching, renewing my own life and existence. Along with his energy, he yielded some of his emotions and thoughts, and I could literally feel his lust and affection for me. That life force warred with my own physical pleasure, both consuming me and driving me mad, so that I could barely think or even separate one from the other. The feeling grew and grew within me, burning my core, building up in such intensity that I could barely contain it. I pressed my face against him, smothering my cries. The fire within me swelled, and I made no more attempts to hold off my climax. It burst within me, exploding, enveloping my whole body in a terrible, wonderful ecstasy. Niccol? ° showed no mercy, never slowing as that pleasure wracked my body. I writhed against it, even as I screamed for more. Doing this might make Niccol? ° immoral in the eyes of the Church, but at the heart of what mattered, he was a decent man. He was kind to others and had a strong character whose principles were not easily shaken. As a result, he had had a lot of goodness and a lot of life to give, life I absorbed without remorse. It spread into me as our bodies moved together, sweeter than any nectar. It burned in my veins, making me feel alive, making me into the goddess he kept murmuring that I was. Unfortunately, the loss of such energy took its toll, and he lay immobile in my bed afterward, breathing shallow and face pale. Naked, I sat up and watched him, running a hand over his sweat-drenched forehead. He smiled. â€Å"I was going to write a sonnet about you†¦. I don't think I can capture this with words.† He struggled to sit up, the motion causing him pain. The fact that he'd managed all of this was pretty remarkable. â€Å"I need to go†¦the city's curfew†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Forget it. You can stay here for the night.† â€Å"But your servants – â€Å" † – are well-paid for their discretion.† I brushed my lips over his skin. â€Å"Besides, don't you want to†¦discuss more philosophy?† He closed his eyes, but the smile stayed. â€Å"Yes, of course. But I†¦I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I need to rest first†¦.† I lay down beside him. â€Å"Then rest.† A pattern developed between us after that. He'd work on the fresco during the day – his progress slowing significantly – and spend his nights with me. That twang of guilt never left him, making the experience doubly exciting for me. My essence drank from his soul while my body enjoyed the skills of his. One day, he left to run errands – and didn't come back. Two more days passed with no word from him, and my worry began to grow. When he showed up on the third night, there was an anxious, harried look to him. More concerned than ever, I hurried him inside, noting a bundle under his arm. â€Å"Where have you been? What is that?† Unwrapping his cloak, he revealed a stack of books. I sifted through them with the wonder I'd always had for such things. Boccaccio's The Decameron. Ovid's Amores. Countless others. Some I'd read. Some I'd longed to read. My heart gave a flutter, and my fingers itched to turn the pages. â€Å"I've gathered these from some of my friends,† he explained. â€Å"They're worried Savonarola's thugs will seize them.† I frowned at this reference to the city's most powerful priest. â€Å"Savonarola?† â€Å"He's gathering up ‘objects of sin' in order to destroy them. Will you hide these here? No one would force them away from someone like you.† The books practically shone to me, far more valuable than the jewelry I'd amassed. I wanted to drop everything and start reading. â€Å"Of course.† I flipped through the pages of the Boccaccio. â€Å"I can't believe anyone would want to destroy these.† â€Å"These are dark days,† he said, face hard. â€Å"If we aren't careful, all knowledge will be lost. The ignorant will crush the learned.† I knew he spoke the truth. I'd seen it, over and over. Knowledge destroyed, trampled by those too stupid to know what they did. Sometimes it happened through forceful, bloody invasions; sometimes it happened through less violent but equally insidious means, like those of Fra Savonarola. I'd grown so accustomed to it that I barely noticed anymore. For some reason, it hit me harder this time. Maybe it was because I was seeing it through his urgent eyes and not just observing it from a distance. â€Å"Bianca?† Niccol? ° chuckled softly. â€Å"Are you even listening to me? I'd hoped to spend the night with you, but maybe you'd rather be with Boccaccio†¦.† I dragged my eyes from the pages, feeling my lips quirk up into a half-smile. â€Å"Can't I have you both?† Over the next few days, Niccol? ° continued to smuggle more and more goods to me. And not just books. Paintings accumulated in my home. Small sculptures. Even more superficial things like extravagant cloth and jewels, all deemed sinful. I felt as though I'd been allowed to cross through the gates of heaven. Hours would pass as I studied paintings and sculptures, marveling at the ingenuity of humans, jealous of a creativity I had never possessed, either as a mortal or immortal. That art filled me up with an indescribable joy, exquisite and sweet, almost reminding me of when my soul had been my own. And the books†¦oh, the books. My clerks and associates soon found their hands full of extra work as I neglected them. Who cared about accounts and shipments with so much knowledge at my fingertips? I drank it up, savoring the words – words the Church condemned as heresy. A secret smugness filled me over the role I played, protecting these treasures. I would pass on humanity's knowledge and thwart Heaven's agenda. The light of genius and creativity would not fade from this world, and best of all, I would get to enjoy it along the way. Things changed when Tavia showed up one day to check in. The demoness was pleased at the report of my conquests but puzzled when she noticed a small sculpture of Bacchus on a table. I hadn't yet had a chance to hide the statue with my horde. Tavia demanded an explanation, and I told her about my role in protecting the contraband. As always, her response took a long time in coming, and when it did, my heart nearly stopped. â€Å"You need to cease this immediately.† â€Å"I – what?† â€Å"And you need to turn these items over to Father Betto.† I studied her incredulously, waiting for the joke to reveal itself. Father Betto was my local priest. â€Å"You can't†¦you can't mean that. This stuff can't be destroyed. We'd be supporting the Church. We're supposed to go against them.† Tavia raised a dark, pointed eyebrow. â€Å"We're supposed to further evil in the world, my darling, which may or may not go along with the Church's plans. In this case, it does.† â€Å"How?† I cried. â€Å"Because there is no greater evil than ignorance and the destruction of genius. Ignorance has been responsible for more death, more bigotry, and more sin than any other force. It is the destroyer of mankind.† â€Å"But Eve sinned when she sought knowledge†¦Ã¢â‚¬  The demoness smirked. â€Å"Are you sure? Do you truly know what is good and what is evil?† â€Å"I†¦I don't know,† I whispered. â€Å"They seem kind of indistinguishable from one another.† It was the first time since becoming a succubus that the lines had really and truly grown so blurred for me. After the loss of my mortal life had darkened me, I'd thrown myself into being a succubus, never questioning Hell's role or the corrupting of men like Niccol? °. â€Å"Yes,† she agreed. â€Å"Sometimes they are.† Her smile vanished. â€Å"This isn't up for debate. You will yield your stash immediately. And maybe try to seduce Father Betto while you're at it. That'd be a nice perk.† â€Å"But I – † The word â€Å"can't† was on my lips, and I bit it off. Under the scrutiny of her stare and power, I felt very small and very weak. You don't cross demons. I swallowed. â€Å"Yes, Tavia.† The next time Niccol? ° and I made love, he managed a tired but happy attempt at conversation in his post-sex exhaustion. â€Å"Lenzo's going to bring me one of his paintings tomorrow. Wait until you see it. It shows Venus and Adonis – â€Å" â€Å"No.† He lifted his head up. â€Å"Hmm?† â€Å"No. Don't bring me any more.† It was hard, oh God, it was so hard speaking to him in such a cold tone. I kept reminding myself of what I was and what I had to do. A frown crossed his handsome face. â€Å"What are you talking about? You've already collected so much – â€Å" â€Å"I don't have them anymore. I gave them up to Savonarola.† â€Å"You†¦you're joking.† I shook my head. â€Å"No. I contacted his Bands of Hope this morning. They came and took it all.† Niccol? ° struggled to sit up. â€Å"Stop it. This isn't funny.† â€Å"It's not a joke. They're all gone. They're going to the fire. They're objects of sin. They need to be destroyed.† â€Å"You're lying. Stop this, Bianca. You don't mean – â€Å" My voice sharpened. â€Å"They're wrong and heretical. They're gone.† Our eyes locked, and as he studied my face, I could see that he was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, I spoke the truth. And I did. Sort of. I was very good at making people – especially men – believe what I wanted them to. We dressed, and I took him to the storage room I'd previously hidden the objects in. He stared at the empty space, face pale and disbelieving. I stood nearby, arms crossed, maintaining a stiff and disapproving stance. Eyes wide, he turned to me. â€Å"How could you? How could you do this to me?† â€Å"I told you – â€Å" â€Å"I trusted you! You said you'd keep them safe!† â€Å"I was wrong. Satan clouded my judgment.† He gripped my arm painfully and leaned close to me. â€Å"What have they done to you? Did they threaten you? You wouldn't do this. What are they holding against you? Is it that priest you're always visiting?† â€Å"No one made me do this,† I replied bleakly. â€Å"It's the right thing to do.† He pulled back, like he couldn't stand my touch, and my heart lurched painfully at the look in his eyes. â€Å"Do you know what you've done? Some of those can never be replaced.† â€Å"I know. But it's better this way.† Niccol? ° stared at me for several more seconds and then stumbled for the door, uncaring of the curfew or his weakened state. I watched him go, feeling dead inside. He's just another man, I thought. Let him go. I'd had so many in my life; I'd have so many more. What did he matter? Swallowing tears, I crept downstairs to the lower level, careful not to wake the sleeping household. I'd made the same journey last night, painstakingly carrying part of the horde down here – a part that I didn't give to the Church's minions. Splitting the art and books had been like choosing which of my children had to live or die. The silks and velvets had been mindless; all of them went to Fra Savonarola. But the rest†¦that had been difficult. I'd let most of Ovid go. His works were so widespread, I had to believe copies of them would survive – if not in Florence, then perhaps some other place untouched by this bigotry. Other authors, those whom I feared had a limited run, stayed with me. The paintings and sculptures proved hardest of all. They were one of a kind. I couldn't hope that other copies might exist. But I'd known I couldn't keep them all either, not with Tavia checking in. And so, I'd chosen those which I thought most worth saving, protecting them from the Church. Niccol? ° couldn't know that, though. I didn't see him for almost three weeks, until we ran into each other at Savonarola's great burning. History would later know it as the Bonfire of the Vanities. It was a great pyramid stuffed with fuel and sin. The zealous threw more and more items in as it blazed, seeming to have a never ending supply. I watched as Botticelli himself tossed one of his paintings in. Niccol? °'s greeting was curt. â€Å"Bianca.† â€Å"Hello, Niccol? °.† I kept my voice cold and crisp. Uncaring. He stood in front of me, gray eyes black in the flickering light. His face seemed to have aged since our last meeting. We both turned and silently observed the blaze again, watching as more and more of man's finest things were sacrificed. â€Å"You have killed progress,† Niccol? ° said at last. â€Å"You betrayed me.† â€Å"I've delayed progress. And I had no obligations to you. Except for this.† Reaching into the folds of my dress, I handed over a purse heavy with florins. It was the last part in my plan. He took it, blinking at its weight. â€Å"This is more than you owe me. And I won't finish the fresco.† â€Å"I know. It's all right. Take it. Go somewhere else, somewhere away from this. Paint. Write. Create something beautiful. Whatever it takes to make you happy. I don't really care.† He stared, and I feared he'd give the money back. â€Å"I still don't understand. How can you not care about any of this? How can you be so cruel? Why did you do it?† I studied the fire again. Humans, I realized idly, liked to burn things. Objects. Each other. â€Å"Because men cannot surpass the gods. Not yet anyway.† â€Å"Prometheus never intended his gift to be used like this.† I smiled without humor, remembering an old debate of ours about classical mythology, back during our sweeter days. â€Å"No. I suppose not.† We said nothing else. A moment later, he walked away, disappearing into the darkness. For a heartbeat, I considered telling him the truth, that much of his treasure was still safe. I'd paid well for it to be smuggled out of Florence, away from this mad destruction. In fact, I'd actually sent the goods to an angel. I didn't like angels as a general rule, but this one was a scholar, one I'd met in England and tolerated. Heretical or no, the books and art would appeal to him as much as to me. He would keep them safe. How ironic, I thought, that I would turn to the enemy for help. Tavia had been right. Sometimes good and evil were impossible to distinguish from one another. And if she'd known what I had done, my existence would probably be over. So I couldn't tell anyone. The secret had to stay with me and the angel, no matter how much I wished I could share it with Niccol? ° and comfort him. I had to live with the knowledge that I had taken his life, soul, and hope. He would hate me forever, and it was a sting I would likewise carry with me forever – one that would slowly make my existence more and more miserable. My world dissolved into darkness. I was back in my box, still cramped and uncomfortable. As usual, I couldn't see anything, but my cheeks were wet with tears yet again. I felt exhausted, even a little disoriented, and my heart ached with a pain that I could never put into words. I didn't see the Oneroi, but something told me they were probably around. â€Å"That was truth,† I whispered. â€Å"That really happened.† As suspected, a voice answered me in the darkness, and I suddenly knew the real reason they kept showing me true dreams. â€Å"Your truths are worse than your lies.†

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Sample details Pages: 6 Words: 1908 Downloads: 1 Date added: 2017/06/26 Category Management Essay Type Narrative essay Did you like this example? ISM ISPS Codes Introduction ISM Code: Safety Management System Safety management objectives are to offer safer practices in ship or rig operations and a safe working environment, assess all related risks to ships or rigs, personnel and the environment, establish proper safeguard mechanisms, and continuously improve personnel safety management skills, including preparation for emergencies concerning both safety and environmental protection. ISPS Code: Ship Security Management System Security management objectives are to establish an internationally approved framework to eliminate security threats and take precautionary measures against security incidents which directly or indirectly affect port facilities, ships and rigs. Also, to ensure the early collection and effective flow of security-related information, to provide a method for assessing security like having in place ship security plans and process instructions for changing security levels, and as well as to ensure the placement of adequate and clearly defined maritime security measures. Don’t waste time! Our writers will create an original "ISM ISPS Codes" essay for you Create order By integrating applying both codes, the risk to the fleet can be minimized and fines and Port State Control detentions can be avoided. To help reduce the risks, the following are to be included as part of the final checks prior to port entry and voyage to ensure conformity to the international convention requirements. In addition, the implementation of ISM and ISPS will protect the fleetà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s reputation and will help to get most out of the companyà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s human resources. All items in this policy review are to be checked on an ongoing basis to supplement the companyà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s operational and maintenance procedures as well as the  ¬Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã… ¡ag Stateà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s requirements. ISPS Code Compliance Requirements Every ship or rig to which the security code applies must have: A Company Security Officer (CSO); Implemented and approved Ship Security Plan (SSP) ; A Ship Security Officer (SSO); IMO Number marked on certain locations on the vessel; Installed AIS, (see Equipment, paragraph 1) A Continuous Synopsis Record à ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å" CSR; and Installed Security Alert System (see Equipment, paragraph 2). Ship Security Plan Ship security plan is the plan developed to ensure the application of the vesselà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s or rigà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s measures and designed to protect the crew on board, cargo, cargo gear units, and stores or overall the ship from risks related to security incidents. The submitted SSP shall be reviewed and approved when it is verified to be in compliance with the ISPS Code. (Handbook for Ship Security System Audit, 2012) Continuous Synopsis Record The CSR is intended to provide an on board record of the history of the vessel or rig with respect to the information recorded therein. Manpower Port Facility Security Officer (PFSO) The person responsible for the development, revision, maintenance and implementation of the port facility security plan and operate as liaison with company security officer and ship security officer. Company Security Officer (CSO) The designated person of the company for ensuring that the vessel security planning is carried out; responsible for the development of the security plan, approval submission, maintenance and implementation as well as for liaison with the ship security officer, port facility security officer, and the flag. The auditor is to verify that the vessel has provided essential information of the individuals in their company who have been designated as a CSO. This information shall be in the SSP. Ship Security Officer (SSO) A person on board the vessel, most commonly the Master, designated as responsible for the security aspects of the ship, including maintenance and implementation of the ship security plan and to perform activities as liaison with the CSO, PFSO and the flag administration. The auditor is to verify that the company has designated and trained at least one of the senior officers onboard to perform the SSO duties. Equipment Automated Identification System (AIS) For all vessels performing activities and engaged in international voyages is required the installation of an Automatic Identification System installed according to SOLAS Chapter V Regulation 19.2 or a valid exemption certificate issued by the flag administration. The AIS installation has to be approved by the shipà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s or rigà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s classification society. Ship Security Alarm System (SSAS) The installation and operation of SSA shall be verified upon installation by the RSO that issued the ISSC. The SSAS equipment and its operation are to remain confidential. The verification of the SSAS shall be conducted by the same RSO that issued the initial certification. The number of individuals, who were part of the verification and review process and have knowledge of the location of SSA, is to be kept to a minimum. 4.16.3The message programmed into the SSAS shall include, but is not limited to: Vessel name; IMO number; Call sign; Maritime Mobile Service Identity (MMSI)/DSC number; Position, course and speed; and Date and time (UTC) of the message. The ship security alerts shall be sent to the company and the administration. Training The auditor shall verify that the CSO and SSO have received the appropriate training as referenced in STCW VI/56 and that documentary evidence is available. Refer to the corresponding flag administration website for list of approved training institutes. For all seafarers, a certificate of proficiency issued by CSO or SSO is to be available. The CoP will be granted upon the successful completion of the audit which examines the personnel in the following: Is the crew familiar with the content of the company security policy and the related procedures, as described in the SSP? Is there evidence about the crewà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s awareness in security related issues (e.g., access control of people, cargo control, restricted areas onboard, responsibilities in case of security threats, etc.)? Does the crew know how to respond to an attack or threat situation? Sustainability All records presented to the auditor shall be recorded in English. All records listed under the ISPS Code shall be kept for at least 3 years. This is to ensure that they will be available for review during the verification audits. Each vessel shall have an individual SSP tailored to its SSA. However, there will be information in each ships plan that will be the same for all of the ships in the companys fleet, for vessels on the same trade route and for sister ships operating in the same trade. The SSA for the first ship can be used as a model for each of the other ships engaged in the same trade on the same routes. The auditor is to verify any changes made in the CSR and that the flag administration has been informed accordingly. Failure to keep the Administration informed is cause for invalidating the ship security certificate. Company security exercise shall test communications, company coordination, resource availability and response in accordance with ISPS Code Part B/13.7. The CSO shall provide a summary of the vessels in exercise, that should include: Description of the scenario; Summary of the drill; List of all parties involved; and Description of any recommendations that could improve the SSP. Overall Assessment/Summary Even though, ISPS Code represents the culmination of just one yearà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s intense work by IMO, an international framework focusing on the assessment of security threats and preventive measures against incidents, involving shipping and port industries and government agencies is established. In drafting ISPS code, care has been taken to ensure compatibility with the provisions of International Safety Management Code and the harmonized system of survey and certification. ISMà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s main sections (1-9) are addressed efficiently in the ISPS code as follows. Safety and environmental protection policyISPS Company responsibilities and AuthorityISPS Part A-6 (pp.11) Designated personsISPS Part A-12 (pp.1617) Masterà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s responsibility and authoritiesSOLAS Reg.8 (pp.118) Resources and personnelISPS Part B-15.5 (pp.77) Shipboard operationsISPS Part A-8 (under ship security assessment) Emergency preparednessISPS Part A-13 (pp.18) Reports and analysis of non-conformities, accidents and hazardous occurrencesISPS Part A-10 (pp.1555-59) However, ISPS Code requires further assessment to enhance its objectives, implement its paragraphs and allow for sustainability in the maritime industry. In order to, establish a more effective ISPS Code and manage more efficiently potential security threats recommendations have to be made. The following paragraphs are dedicated to the synthesis of a complete action plan for the implementation of the Code. Undoubtedly, many of them have been addressed as specific requirements from flag administrations, however if they get incorporated in the original document they are able add value to the present code. During SSP review and approval, the following shall be defined within the SSP, in addition to those listed in Part A of the ISPS Code. Shipà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s security organizational structure; The vesselà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s relationships with the company, port facilities, other vessels and relevant authorities with security responsibilities and duties; The ship communication systems within the effective communication between the ship and port facilities or CSO; The basic security measures for security level 1, both operational and physical, that will always be in place; The additional security measures that will allow for the shipà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s to change to security level 2 and, if necessary, to security level 3; The provision for regular review and audit of the Ship Security Plan and for its alterations in response to experience or changing circumstances; and Detailed reporting procedures to the Contracting Governments contact points. During the ISPS verification, the following sections of Part B of the ISPS Code shall be treated as mandatory requirements for issuance of the corresponding certificates. Revision of SSP; Protection of the confidentiality of security plans and assessments; Recognized security organization; Minimum competencies of RSO; Setting the security level; Contact points and information on PFSPs; Identification documents; Ships application of the security practices as recommended by the administration depending on the waters they are sailing; Manning awareness level; Accurate and rapid flow of information when a vessel is denied or expelled from a port; Ships from a State which is not a party to the Convention; Companys obligation to provide information about the ships operators; Minimum standards for the SSA; Independence of RSO; and Frequency of drills and exercises regarding security for crew and security officers. According to the Liberian Flag (ISPS Code Special Requirements, 2012, pp.5) although it is not a requirement, the company should contemplate incorporating the relevant shipboard security requirements into the companyà ¢Ã¢â€š ¬Ã¢â€ž ¢s Safety Management System (SMS). The Safety Management system should: Define the security duties and responsibilities for the Company Security; Officer, the Ship Security Officers and the crew; Discuss who will be responsible for organizing security drills and exercises; Contain procedures for immediately reporting any noncompliance with the; ISPS Code, threats and breach of security to the Administration; Defined maintenance requirement for the security equipment; Provide for the logging of actions or measures taken to rectify deficiencies and non-conformities noted during Security Assessments and notification of the Administration and the RSO of any corrective actions taken; Provide the list of records to retain on board and retention period; Define the procedures for the harmonized internal ISM and ISPS Code audits State the company will provide the support necessary to assist the CSO and SSO to deliver their duties and responsibilities in accordance with chapter XI-2 of SOLAS and the ISPS Code. Abbreviations of terms ISPS Code ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ International Ship and Port Facility Security Code (Formal name: The International Code for the Security of Ships and of Port Facility) ISSC ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ International Ship Security Certificate SSP ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Ship Security Plan SSA ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Ship Security Assessment CSO ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Company Security Officer SSO ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Ship Security Officer RSO ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Recognized Security Organization PFSO ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Port Facility Security Officer SSAS ¼Ãƒâ€¦Ã‚ ¡ Ship Security Alert System 1

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Question: Discuss about the Communication In Apology Letter. Answer: Just like verbal communication, while undertaking written communication also, the writer must hold accountability for whatever he writes, and hence should ensure integrity in whatever he communicates. However, there are many work-related reports which are not informative in the right sense, as they are exhibit the characteristic features of non-information, misinformation and disinformation. Such a misinformed work-related report has been presented below: Apology Letter written by a staff to his boss, for not receiving customer call and solving his inquiries in time: Dear Sir, I am very sorry for whatever had happened, and hope it would not happen in future. We feel sorry that the customers call has not been received at the right moment, and that he had to wait for a long period of time, before the call was being taken by one of my co-workers. As you know, taking up a call, at the peak moment is really challenging for us. We have to serve so many clients, which makes it difficult for any customer care executives to take care of all the calls. There was no one around to take up the call at a time, and all the staffs were busy in handling customers over the phone. Thus, it was not possible to take up the call in time. However, I regret the inconvenience of the client, and assure you that such incidents would not repeat again. Regards Mary. As evident from the above paragraph, the letter written by the employee asking for apology is not at all informative, and is rather misleading. First of all, the element of non-information is clearly evident in the letter, as the writer has deliberately chosen to keep silence on why was he incapable of taking up the call at the right time. He uses words like us, and tries to shift his blame on others (his co-workers), instead of taking responsibility for his own action. He deliberately omits information regarding why he has not been able to take up the phone call at the right time, and shifts the discourse, in explaining how the call has been taken up by one of his co-workers. Further, the writing also exhibits characteristics of disinformation, as the writer claims that it is challenging to take a call during the peak hours, and in this way, tries to shift the blame to the management practice of the organization he works for. He refuses to take accountability for his action, and rat her ends up writing a misleading apology letter.

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