Thursday, August 04, 2005


Splinter screamed down the telecom lines, her neon blue hair streaming out behind her, imagining she could already feel the cold touch of the virus on her ankles. She'd been there, inside the core. Sure it was a small time mini-corp, but she'd actually hacked it - the cutter was actually worth what she'd paid for it.

Elation filled her as she saw the exit appear before her but then her heart dropped just as quickly. Bars of jagged static slammed across the opening, blocking her way. She broke left, chancing a glance behind her - yeah, the virus was still there. She seemed to have gained a bit on it. Maybe she could just mask and avoid it.

Potted plants, boxes, dark spaces - some sort of receiving and routing area. Splinter dropped down next to a purple cube with yellow slashes on it.

"I'm not here. You can't see me. I'm not here. You can't see me." Whispering furiously to herself she held the picture of the cube in her mind. Eyes tightly shut, arms crossed over her head, chin tucked down into her chest, every fiber of her being focused on projecting an appearance of the box.

Milliseconds passed. Nothing happened. Without looking up she cautiously sampled her environment, stretching out her mind for any sense of danger. The alarm was still there, but sampled down. Calmer. She opened her eyes, peered out between her arms. No sign of the virus.

Carefully, she lowered her arms and rose to her feet. No reaction from the system. Splinter slowly left the room then strode purposefully for the now open exit. She moved through, like silk on glass and merged with the traffic outside.


Reaching up, Sharan unplugged the data cable from her head - the smart sheath curling it in her hands for stowing. Wow...that was close. Man, it's never been like that before. A shudder went down her spine, then a curious tingle worked itself up. Close, yes...but she'd enjoyed it. Even the danger. It added a thrill that wasn't there before. She heard her mom call - breakfast was ready, then she had to go to school. Oh, well, how many other nine year olds could say that they'd hacked a mini-corp. Boy was she going to have a story for Mina and Katja today.


Blogger Amber said...

Yea! My husband is writing again! :-)

That reminds me... I have a post I've been working on with you in mind. Maybe I'll be able to put that together today.

Nice piece, btw!

8/05/2005 7:43 AM  
Blogger Matt said...

Thanks. I finished watching Johnny Mnemonic last night and that's what made me think about writing it.

8/05/2005 2:22 PM  

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