chapter 1_
the boy is nothing.
trust me.
the boy is the least of our worries.
the boy has only one thing on his mine.
money.
Money.
Money.
Money is what makes the world go round.
Money is the reason I do what I do.
Money is the reason I am the way I am.
The glitch in the system is making this a little harder on me but I always find a way around.
A way around what, you say?
Well computer are my thing.
Those electronic little bastards are so fun to mess with.
Black hat is my way normally but occasionally I need some white hat protection.
Alright just try to connect.
Connect.
connect.
connect.
connecting to the system. he's connecting to the system.
he got pass the false.
false.
False.
False.
False glitch, huh? Nice try.
Try.
try.
try.
trying to get in, aye? How about, no.
Launch the counter attack on him.
Nice try at conceptualizing a unique writing style. Might want to work on it a bit, though. Hard to tell if this is a story missing correlative plot points or a poem without consensus. Either way, needs revision.
