“Log on complete. Have a nice day.” It said. I almost broke down. I hadn’t heard this voice for some time….it brought back memories. I had forgotten what she sounded like…She? My god! I’d started to think that this machine was my girl friend. ‘The late nights must be getting to me.’ I thought
“Thanks.” I said. I could hardly stand it…it felt like there was a rock in my throat; you know the one I mean? When you’re upset and you feel like your going cry? Well, anyway, I cracked my knuckles, for no reason what so ever, knowing full well it could give me premature arthritis. , and started typing. When I looked at the clock in the bottom right of my screen, it read 21:30, when I glanced at it again, it was 23:00!
“DEAR SWEET JESUS!!! What the hell have I been doing for the past hour and a half?!?!” I shouted. I looked at my Internet browser window, and found some page about government conspiracies. “Uh huh…so, em, why did I come here?” I asked myself, in a patronising voice. Although I had no recollection of the last hour and a half at all, I decided to “go with the proverbial flow”. I scrolled up and down the page for a bit until I saw something that grabbed my attention…. and no, it wasn’t something to do with the Clinton-Lewenski affair, no, this was something far more deadly…
It looked mighty interesting. The heading read “Ion Cannon Tests on the Moon”. Having and insatiable curiosity for weapons of mass destruction ever since my girl friend died (The probable cause of all the hate inside me), I had a gander. Of course, there was nothing in the section, load of lying scumbags cheating my imagination. Never the less, this set back did not deter me. I decide to make a call in the Pentagon’s web site. And I must admit, even I was surprised to find they had one. I phoned around my friends and told them to log onto the Internet and activate my IP scatter program I had given them all, then to link to my computer. I then stocked up on drinks and food and brought some surplus to my computer, just to nibble on. I activated my server scatter and got ready for business, and cracking my knuckles of course.
The server scatter program made a continuous loop between my friends’ and my own computer, making tracing impossible, or at least, virtually impossible. I played the “Mission Impossible: 2” theme, as it was a fitting music track to listen to given the situation. I entered the Pentagon’s URL into my browser, and stuffed my face with some more food. The first page was, I expected, boring as hell.
“Damn visitor’s pages slowing me down again” I said to myself. I sent E-mail to the “Administrator”, ‘who’ was most likely to be a computer, with a modified “Trojan” virus. Luckily, the E-mail was accessed immediately, meaning I could access the primary server immediately. A strange looking page came up, not like anything I had seen before. I realised that it was the HTML code for the main server with hyperlinks imbedded in it. It took me some time, but I finally found the link to the page I wanted. I clicked on it, and the information filled the screen.
“Oooohh baby! JACK POT!” There was limitless information in there, and what could I do, but copy it all? I cackled like an evil witch as copied the text into a file for myself. Then, a small red box appeared in the centre of my screen that said “Tracing” in it with a status bar. As it reached 80%, I sat back. I could imagine the stupid idiots at the Pentagon sitting and getting excited, in the false knowledge that they would soon be able to get me. It had taken 30 minutes for the bar to get to 97%, when it froze, and restarted. I savoured the moment, laughing at the fools in America. It then reset the transmitted IP address of my computer to somewhere in Belgium, then France, then Germany, then China. The Pentagon had no chance of catching me. As far as they were concerned I was moving all over the world in a half an hour every time they tried to trace me. I finished getting the information I wanted and logged off.
I published each section of my file to a different newspaper, nation wide. Each one had a different story to sell, new stories and old stories that were very entertaining. Not only that, but from the proceeds, I had gained a VERY fat bank balance. And people say money doesn’t bring happiness? The US government denied everything, obviously, but I knew it was true, or did I?
So, regardless of the uproar and political upset I had caused, I spent the rest of my life in a big house, with a flash car, and people who cleaned up after me. Even though, I must admit, I did find life empty without that special some one. I kept my old computer, seeing as it helped me get all my vast fortune and for a VERY small slice of my wallet, I had a new computer custom built. Perfect………for hacking.
