GENRE: ya thriller
I never thought my hacking could kill someone.
I know the dangers of high school. Drugs turn brains to mush, drinking makes the hottest guys act stupid, and bad grades only secures a future working in a McD's drive-through. However, I've never seen a PSA warning about how computers kill.
When I first hacked the system, I knew something was effed up. The program was screwy, the source code as murky as my local public pool, and there were signs of hack scripts.
Even with that, I had no clue someone would die over it.
My eyes skim the directory as my fingers glide the old keyboard. Except for the light blue glow spraying from the monitor, the room is dark. The only sounds I hear are the hum of the hard drive and the clicks of my fingers as they tap the keys.
It amazes me how people leave their computers so unprotected without even knowing. When I'm done, I sit back, smiling at my command string. I may not know the inverse trigonometric functions or whether Hamlet was totally insane or just faking. But, I do know computers. I'm multi-lingual. Guess you could say I speak computer-ese. My mother tongue is Java, but I'm fluent in most programming languages. Whether it's Linux, C++, or some crazy combo, I have the strange ability to understand it.
And if I can read it, I can hack it.