Ares Melancton
Dec 18th, 2003, 12:56:08 AM
lUvEr_BuNnY908 says: H3Y TROJAN HORSA U KNOW A LOT ABOUT HLOGMES111!111! OMG WTF TAHT IS COL11!!!111 WTF
Ares Melancton minimized the window on his computer screen to reveal another. His brown gaze scanned down the rows of type at the comments that had been made in his short absence. They mostly consisted of "LOL's" and "OMG!!!!!!'s". It was a popular gaming chat room on the Holonet, mostly occupied by twelve-year-olds with no time in their schedules to learn grammar. With a roll of his eyes Ares began to type back a message, his fingers flying deftly over the keyboard.
Trojan Horse says: YEAH DUDA I PLAY THEM AL DA TIEM1!!!IM RILLY GOD AT TH3M1!1!!11! LOL IF U NED ANYMOR3 HELP JUST ASK!!1
As he expected, the next message came back within a few minutes.
lUvEr_BuNnY908 says: K TAHT WUD B GREAT!!1! OMG U SHUD E-MALE ME!!! WTF LOL MAH ADRAS IS COL_GUY7688@CorNet.com!11!! OMG LOL!
It was excrutiating. Ares rubbed his head as if it physically hurt and then minimized the chatroom. Staring hard at the screen, the glow lighting his face faintly, all the boy did was type. His tongue came out in concentration and an intense look came over his face.
Ares Melancton was an only child. His parents were Coruscant socialites, both rich from inheritances that would support even their son, when the time came for them to leave the world. For his fifth birthday his mother and father had given him a computer. It was their way of making up for the fact that they were almost never home.
The boy loved that machine. He taught himself how to maneuver well enough to get by, and over time it became his best friend. Ares was a gifted child who found school to be extremely boring. It wasn't so much that the studies weren't challenging; he had to study for exams sometimes. It was just that they were never interesting.
Every day Ares raced home to log onto the Holonet, toying with this and that. It was inevitable that one day he would wonder how far he could go. lUvEr_BuNnY908 was the third victom.
For the first time, a grin crossed the curly-haired boy.
Trojan Horse says: H3Y DUDE I JUST INFECT3D UR COMPUT3R!11!1! WTF LOL
lUvEr_BuNnY908 says: WUT?!?!??!
But Ares didn't reply. He just waited, wiggling in his swivelling chair. For a moment he wondered if he'd done something wrong, but then the awaited message popped up.
lUvEr_BuNnY908 has signed out
The boy knew that lUvEr_BuNnY908 had not signed out willingly.
"Finally. What a moronic geek."
A rush of pride and adrenaline soared through Ares' limbs. He always felt like this after a 'hit', as he had come to refer to them in his head.
It was the boys arrogance and pride that made him make the biggest mistake of his thirteen-year-old life.
With nary a hesitation Ares went into his 'favorites' file and clicked on the link to the senatorial netsite. The page took only a few minutes to load. Ares took a deep breath and cracked his fingers.
After all, if he could create and send a virus, why couldn't he hack into a system?
Ares Melancton minimized the window on his computer screen to reveal another. His brown gaze scanned down the rows of type at the comments that had been made in his short absence. They mostly consisted of "LOL's" and "OMG!!!!!!'s". It was a popular gaming chat room on the Holonet, mostly occupied by twelve-year-olds with no time in their schedules to learn grammar. With a roll of his eyes Ares began to type back a message, his fingers flying deftly over the keyboard.
Trojan Horse says: YEAH DUDA I PLAY THEM AL DA TIEM1!!!IM RILLY GOD AT TH3M1!1!!11! LOL IF U NED ANYMOR3 HELP JUST ASK!!1
As he expected, the next message came back within a few minutes.
lUvEr_BuNnY908 says: K TAHT WUD B GREAT!!1! OMG U SHUD E-MALE ME!!! WTF LOL MAH ADRAS IS COL_GUY7688@CorNet.com!11!! OMG LOL!
It was excrutiating. Ares rubbed his head as if it physically hurt and then minimized the chatroom. Staring hard at the screen, the glow lighting his face faintly, all the boy did was type. His tongue came out in concentration and an intense look came over his face.
Ares Melancton was an only child. His parents were Coruscant socialites, both rich from inheritances that would support even their son, when the time came for them to leave the world. For his fifth birthday his mother and father had given him a computer. It was their way of making up for the fact that they were almost never home.
The boy loved that machine. He taught himself how to maneuver well enough to get by, and over time it became his best friend. Ares was a gifted child who found school to be extremely boring. It wasn't so much that the studies weren't challenging; he had to study for exams sometimes. It was just that they were never interesting.
Every day Ares raced home to log onto the Holonet, toying with this and that. It was inevitable that one day he would wonder how far he could go. lUvEr_BuNnY908 was the third victom.
For the first time, a grin crossed the curly-haired boy.
Trojan Horse says: H3Y DUDE I JUST INFECT3D UR COMPUT3R!11!1! WTF LOL
lUvEr_BuNnY908 says: WUT?!?!??!
But Ares didn't reply. He just waited, wiggling in his swivelling chair. For a moment he wondered if he'd done something wrong, but then the awaited message popped up.
lUvEr_BuNnY908 has signed out
The boy knew that lUvEr_BuNnY908 had not signed out willingly.
"Finally. What a moronic geek."
A rush of pride and adrenaline soared through Ares' limbs. He always felt like this after a 'hit', as he had come to refer to them in his head.
It was the boys arrogance and pride that made him make the biggest mistake of his thirteen-year-old life.
With nary a hesitation Ares went into his 'favorites' file and clicked on the link to the senatorial netsite. The page took only a few minutes to load. Ares took a deep breath and cracked his fingers.
After all, if he could create and send a virus, why couldn't he hack into a system?