I, harleyxqueen am the creator of this story. Please give me credit if reposting.
Hacker
Chapter One
The year is 2012. The day is December 31st. After the doomsday freakout, we managed to get through the year's last week. No, the world didn't end as many predicted, but yes, something is going to happen. We don't know what, but it is.
My father said he'd be coming home late today. Had to clean up some "overtime," is what he said. I know what he'd be doing. He had to clean up the dirty work of the bosses. There had been a situation slowly growing, and he had to handle it so the corporate leaders could take the credit. Of course he had no say, he was just a peon compared to the big-time fatcats head of office. However, I know he couldn't fix the worldwide epidemic that was going to happen. No one could. I don't know why he would even try. Did he want to be fired in front of millions on national television? He should've just quit, and went down with dignity.
I wasn't going to watch the T.V tonight. It would be broadcasted on every television - him being fired. This is a virus controlling millions of computers. They'd need a team of supercomputers to stop it. It's also very complex and with each passing moment, it's learning. The logical thing for the goverment to do is to just put a fireweall on all of the nation's internet servers, but it's long too late for that. They wanted to destroy it all together - which you can see, is not working out.
Today was also New Years' Eve, even though many had forgotten. Today was just a day before tomorrow. No station would be covering any type of celebration for it, as no one was having a celebration for it. No one celebrated Christmas either. The media lied saying that doomsday is still on it's way. Please. While everyone else was hiding in their boom shelters, I was upstairs watching T.V. The program was "How to Survive Doomsday." I wanted to watch C.S.I, but every show was cancelled for that program.
I would be home alone, and now in poverty. My mother left three months after I was born. She was jealous of the attention my dad was giving me and left. Following that, my father went depressed. To make things worst, my mother filed charges claiming he kicked her out and made up allegations of abuse he'd done to her. My father could've spoke up and said he was innocent, but how could he? He still loved her. She got custody and then I went to live with the woman had walked out of my life. Thankfully, that is over.
~next chap will be longer
�
