As the enigmatic message lingered on my screen, I couldn't help but delve into the depths of speculation. Who could be behind this daring intrusion? Thoughts raced through my mind as I sifted through the memories of people I had encountered, searching for a possible culprit. However, it quickly became apparent that my list of potential adversaries was disappointingly short.
Sure, I may have trolled a few unsuspecting gamers, turning their gaming experience into a virtual nightmare. But were any of them cunning and resourceful enough to breach the security of my prized computer(says with a smug face)? Doubtful. I scratched the back of my head in contemplation, realizing that my inflated ego had left me vulnerable to the possibility of a more formidable opponent.
But enough pondering. It was time to take action. Retrieving my beloved PC from the clutches of the unknown intruder became my top priority. After all, I couldn't simply allow them to tamper with my gaming exploits while I idly played along. A smirk crept across my face, a knowing glint in my eyes.
My fingers danced across the keyboard, digging into every nook and cranny of my PC's settings and control panels. I surfed through codes and programming, updating and tweaking everything to my own liking. Gotta say, I even managed to kick that damn virus to the curb while I was at it. heh
The hours slipped away as I hammered away at the keys, diving deeper into the realm of coding and scripting. It was like I was on a mission, determined to show that no one messed with my rig without facing the consequences. Line after line of code flowed from my fingertips, as if I were creating a digital fortress that nothing could breach.
And then, as the climax neared, a wide grin spread across my face. I had done it. My PC stood reborn, upgraded, and fortified with the best damn security measures money couldn't buy. That sneaky virus was history, nothing more than a distant memory in the rearview mirror.
The sun was already up, and I stretched my back on the edge of my floating gaming chair. Rubbing my eyes, I realized it was time to face the day. I sauntered over to the mirror, which stood a whopping 6 feet tall, and checked out my reflection. Man, I really had to decide if going to school was worth it.
Contemplating whether I should bother attending school today, I let out a sigh and muttered, "Ah, screw it." Casting aside my clothes, I took a moment to appreciate the impressive physique I had somehow acquired. I hadn't touched any of those "neolock" products or experimented with any enhancers, yet here I stood, a testament to the human form. A laser measurement confirmed my suspicions—towering at 6'6" with a sculpted eight-pack and arms that betrayed the appearance of years spent in a gym.
Shaking off the thoughts of my peculiar physique, I tidied up my room and slipped into the mandatory school unilocks, a standard uniform for all students. As I stepped out of my room, I was immediately greeted by a tumultuous barrage of jet cars zooming across the sky, thoroughly ruining my carefully styled hair. With a disappointed expression, I called an "oxi," the term we used for a taxi in this futuristic world.
Once inside the oxi, I relayed the destination to the driver, who felt compelled to inform me that the school I was attending was considered one of the top two prestigious institutions in existence. Personally, I had no idea what that meant, but I knew all too well that fame often translated to endless complications. Nevertheless, I resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be a bothersome day.
As we arrived at the school, I couldn't help but feel dwarfed by its colossal size. The campus sprawled before me, teeming with students at every turn, "i wanna go home" i muttered. Levitation shoes carried some of them through the air, while others unleashed their frustrations on metallic punching bags. The air buzzed with the whir of inventions and creations that grated on my nerves. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but with a resigned sigh, I made my way inside.
Just as I was about to swipe my ID card at the entrance checkpoint, an unexpected interruption rudely knocked me off balance. A swift kick to the back sent me tumbling into the room, flailing like a startled hamster caught off guard.
I dusted myself off and cast a glance behind me to identify the culprit who had kicked me. True to form, it was the stereotypical school bully, the kind that every institution seemed to have. "Jeez, how cringe," I muttered under my breath as I regained my footing. I confronted him, asking why he had done such a thing. His smug reply was, "You were taking too long, so I thought I'd give you a little push." I scoffed, "Seriously? That was completely unnecessary. Maybe you should check yourself into the medical room for your apparent case of Down syndrome." The look of anger on his face was positively grotesque, prompting an involuntary "Ew" to escape my lips.
In a fit of rage, he began spewing out his perceived superiority and boasting about his influential family. I simply rolled my eyes and responded, "Sure, sure. Whatever you say." As his fist gradually transformed into a metallic form resembling one of those Transformers, I instinctively grabbed his hand and pleaded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Please forgive me. I never meant to insult someone of your esteemed stature." I quickly transferred him the remaining neux savings I had, and he smirked with satisfaction, warning me not to let it happen again before spitting on my hair as he walked away.
As I stood there, perplexed by the lack of reaction from anyone witnessing the altercation, I look around my surroundings. There was not a soul in sight, not even a teacher. Realizing the futility of my curiosity, I resigned myself to the bizarre situation and made my way to my seat. It was a traditional Japanese-style wooden and metallic table, nothing out of the ordinary. To my surprise, there was an actual blackboard, and just as I began to contemplate the strangeness of it all, I heard footsteps approaching.
The teacher a woman and all other student's, entered the classroom without any introduction and casually said, "Alright, now please access your byte desks." Perplexed, I glanced around the room to see my classmates typing on their seemingly ordinary wooden desks. I thought to myself, "Have they all gone delusional?" Suddenly, one of my classmates' desks sprouted a robotic voice, proclaiming, "Access confirmed." Her previously mundane wooden desk transformed into a high-tech keyboard, with two floating screens hovering above it. Soon, more and more students gained access to their desks, each one undergoing a remarkable transformation.
I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the desk's surface, instantly sensing the intricate mechanisms and codes that governed its functionality. With a newfound understanding, I accessed the desk without the need for physical input.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a red-haired guy with an irritating expression. I couldn't help but think, "Maybe he's one of those gay tsundere types." Regardless, I diverted my attention back to the teacher, who explained the intricacies of our desks' programming, though I found it difficult to muster any genuine interest since I had already deciphered their inner workings.
The teacher then assigned us a quiz, and almost instinctively, I hacked into the desk's system without triggering any alarms. It was a breeze for me, and the teacher remained oblivious to the fact that I had already completed the task before she finished explaining it. Glancing to my right, I noticed that the red-haired guy had already finished as well, along with the violet-haired girl sitting next to him. The rest of the students appeared to be diligently working on their quizzes, unaware of the exploits happening right under their noses.
As I look around the classroom, the teacher announced that it was time for a break, which left me slightly confused. I had expected more work during my senior year. As the other students began to leave, the red-haired guy approached me and casually mentioned, "Hey, there's spit on your hair." I had completely forgotten about the incident from a few hours ago. I responded with a nonchalant "Oh yeah, thanks," and continued walking.
A mischievous grin spread across my face as I pondered what to do next. Extending my hand, a small holographic keyboard materialized before me. I typed away, inputting a command, and then pressed Enter. Unexpectedly, a person nearby suddenly self-destructed, resulting in a gruesome display of organs and robot parts scattering across the surroundings. I arrived at the scene and realized it was the same boy who had spit on my hair earlier. Though his face was now unrecognizable due to the splatter, the robot cleaners swiftly began their task of cleaning up the mess. This gruesome outcome had been made possible by my earlier act of gaining control over his body systems when I had grabbed his hand and apologized. I couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction as I watched the flesh disintegrate under the diligent work of the robot cleaners.
unfortunately, the students were forcefully instructed to return to their rooms. But witnessing the spectacle unfold before my eyes had already provided me with immense satisfaction. I released a contented sigh and resumed walking. However, my momentary peace was interrupted by the appearance of a mysterious figure to my right—a young woman with violet hair. She whispered, "So it was you~" The moment I turned to face her, she vanished, seemingly teleporting behind me. Before I could react, she cautioned me, "If you turn back, I'll expose you." I could hear her slow footsteps approaching as she gently touched my back, remarking, "Oh my, what a firm and strong back. Is it all natural~?" In that instant, thoughts raced through my mind, instinctively suggesting "kick her crotch area and quickly kick her face" violent responses, but the realization of my lack of martial arts skills brought me back to reality.
Instead, I surrendered to the situation and mustered the least surprised expression I could manage. With a hint of sarcasm, I simply replied, "What?" The encounter left me wondering about the identity and motives of this enigmatic woman who seemed to possess knowledge about my actions.