Like most civilizations our city has the same fear; and also like most civilization we are very reliable on technology.
Everyone has their own computer, television, phone, tablet, etc. But ever since the year 3001 our computers have met their match; the computer hacker.
He is said to wear a flannel shirt and jeans, which is very rustic compared to our current fashion; silver jumpsuits, which are fire and water proof.
It has also been heard that he has a large, brown beard; odd next to the colorful hair of the present. And he is very feared. Feared by all that are known.
But I never thought my fear would come true.
I still remember that night perfectly: it was cool and breezy. It was the first night of summer vacation and both of my best friends had come to camp in my backyard.
We had been sitting in our tent watching scary movies on my laptop when we heard a rustle of leaves and then a twig snap. Young and adventurous as we were, we decided to investigate, and, as I look back, that’s probably exactly what he wanted us to do.
We went out and I took my laptop and used its bright screen as a flashlight in the dark, crisp night. We searched my yard giggling and whispering about the boogieman and thieves.
I was the one who saw him first, standing eerily in the corner. He rushed and reached me before I could blink, and snatched my laptop. I took two steps back and the man threw my laptop on the ground. Then he pulled a hatchet from his leather tool belt and hacked my computer into millions of small pieces: the computer hacker.
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