I’m fed up with my life. Every day it’s the same routine. I sat in front of my loyal and reliable pc and opened my notorious chat room. It was quarter to ten and I’ve waited for valuable information to electronically crop up. Out of the blue, a bizarre message appeared. “Do you crave for PayPal account details?” I readout. This message quenched my desire for priceless details. Quickly I typed and replied hell yeah. A list of words emerged on the colossal liquid crystal display screen. I examined the passage. It was an instruction for a PayPal account with ï¿½ 250,000 deposited in. The particular participant had written this under the pseudonym Omega.
Before starting my money-hungry pursuit I printed the information in a sleek laminated sheet, wore my personalised arsenal top, baggy tracksuit bottoms and my flamboyant air max ltd plus I grabbed a handy USB.
Prices start at $12
Prices start at $11
Prices start at $14
Prices start at $12
As I strolled across Faraday Avenue, I pulled out the information and read it aloud. “Go to the laboratory in Faraday Avenue.” I scan the industrialised scenery and found the laboratory that fitted in the description. The old decrepit lab seems to contrast with the spanking new surroundings.
I entered as silent as a scared, stealthy mouse and switched on the lights. Rats and other rodents scurried away and the room smells like horse manure. I could feel the moisture gradually building up on my light beige-like caramel skin because of the humidity. I read the next instruction clearly and said “stand in front of the main computer.”
I stood patiently and waited for the next instruction. Suddenly the computer displayed countless binary digits scrolling down rapidly as if it was initiating a complex program phase. As fast as the speed of light a bright light materialized and I was teleported.
“Wahhhh…” I uttered, startled. I felt as if I was falling for a few moments, but then I felt stable. Unaware of closing my eyes, I opened them, blinking.
“Hello, I’m Omega.” said a voice. Stood before I was a man dressed in a funny fashion. “Welcome to cyberspace utopia.”
“Hey!” I shouted. “Where are the money packed accounts you promised me.”
“You must facilitate me first.”
“What’s the catch chum?”
Omega took a deep breath before explaining. “Delete the master program by using your infamous virus called exterminator V2.90025.”
“Why should I?” I reprimanded.
“This is the program which controls the national grid. The master program or MP was upgraded to version 3.95 and gained artificial intelligence. He will annihilate the national grid and wipe out Great Britain as we know it.”
“Okay,” I said in a sarcastic manner. “Where do I start?”
“Head towards the control panel, there you will upload the super virus,” he responded.
I scrutinized the strange environment to find the control panel. The vibrant and colourful place looked more developed in terms of technology than Earth. Circuit boards are the floor, USB ports and chips are situated everywhere and the shrilling sound of booting could be heard. I soon found a neon sign saying control panel 2 terabytes ahead.
Omega threw a miniature capsule at the floor and a gleaming electro-cycle appears out of nowhere. “Hop in,” he hollered.
I approached to touch the glossy exterior before jumping in. Omega started the engine and told me to brace myself. Before I knew it the cycle soars into the distance and stopped in front of a majestic tower.
“Here, take this e-katana and help me delete MP’s minions,” whispered Omega. It was an electric blade with a light handle. Rapidly he stuck a cap on his head and cocked his twin pistols. Swiftly a group of similar people attacked us. I felt an uplifting sensation running through my feeble bones and with just a mighty heave, the swarm of minions were obliterated. Soon after, the next wave chased after us as we dashed towards the MP’s lair. Omega blasted them as if it was a game of space invaders whilst I was plunging my e-katana through several chests.
The minions were “deleted” and we headed cautiously towards a giant door. There was a small console next to the door and I soon began to do what I do best – hacking. The door was soon opened and we continued. It was a dull room with three giant computers. “Quickly upload the virus,” he said in a drastic tone.
While I was uploading the virus on the third computer through my USB a mysterious figure appeared in the room. He was a tall dark man with a ferret-like a moustache. Omega leapt towards him and cries out hurry. Omega tried his best to stall but he was beheaded by his deadly claws. The virus was uploaded and he screamed in horror. I soon realised who he was…
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