/ A/N: This is my first fic, and probably the only one I will ever write, unless people like my work for some reason grins. It's a Future-Harry fic with some cyberpunk thrown in as well, having read a lot of both HP and CyberPunk in my life, and seen some good implementation of technology into the Hogwarts world, although most have been abandoned. Without further ado, the fic! \
ZooWEEEoaraow "Good morning, sir. The time is 4:45 AM, on the date July 31 2069. Happy 11th birthday" Harry's droid crooned, waking him from his (not quite restful) slumber.
"What's so great about my birthday anyway, huh? I mean, my spoiled-ass cousin gets every single thing he asks for, and then some, and what do I get? Nothing except the tools I ask for to help with their damn chores and repairing things, and that little cyberdeck they got to shut me up last year, other than that, NOTHING." Harry snapped back in response.
"Well you do put the tools to good use, upgrading my firmware and making yourself hacking components and such with that old electronics kit your cousin discarded after zapping the shit out of himself."
"True, and I suppose things could be worse. I mean, there was that one kid down the street who's parents jacked him into cyberspace and then yanked the plug out. Body lived, brain didn't. And at least I have some Mundane magiks to work with, more than most cowboys can say."
"I wouldn't know, sir."
"And for the last time, quit calling me sir! It makes me feel like a capitalist."
"Sorry si-- sorry, Harry."
With that, Harry got up, grabbed his cyberglasses (he didn't need them, no one really did any more, they're just a convenience, with a clock display, biological meters, etc. Voice activated as well, so he could easily pull up, for example, the electrical schematics for a pumped-up hoverboard to keep his cousin from beating the shit out of him) and looked about in dismay. He was in the basement, where he'd spent the last decade of his life, where there was an old computer terminal in the corner (2 terrahertz processer, so last century!), and piled up along the walls 4 deep and 10 high were the discarded toys of his 3-month-older cousin. He'd pulled down a few from the farthest-left and highest boxes, where some of the more recent items were kept, which was where he had found most of his electronical kit, laser welder and so on that Dudley had requested, used once, lopped off half a finger and never touched again, shortly after throwing it into a wall. It was lucky that Harry had such a natural gift in technology, as roughly ½ of all the items he relied on were busted when he found them.
On the other side of the room (If the door out were north, then the boxes would be east, and this would be west) was a series of hovershelves that he'd rigged up, capable of holding up a full 200 kilos without wavering. What Harry had done was, he scavenged about ten levitrons from some of Dudley's old hoverboards and daisy-chained them together so that they all pushed away from the ground with an obscene force and then bolted some steel rods he'd found lying around to the main foundations of the house and the hovershelves. There he kept everything of remote value to him, and several projects that he hadn't gotten around to finishing.
Finally, on the south wall was his bed, an old mattress of Dudley's that he had until getting that new NASA material bed. There was also a reclining chair sitting next to his (well, Dudley's, but he didn't use it) dedicated T3 internet connection, that he used whenever he was sure he had a few hours to spare. On the cybernet, he could be whoever he wanted, get whatever information he wanted, and since he was so intimate with the intricacies of the net, enter wherever he wanted. It was like a legal illegal state of mind, with the rush of all the information and such. He usually took the opportunity to download some more plans to his glasses as well, the more interesting, useful, and/or controversial the better.
He'd already gotten rid of all the restrictions of his cyberdeck and he was upgrading it with what little money he had. The cyberdeck had several settings, one power-intesive 3d one, which is what most people used, but it did hog power, and the Dursleys were not ones to waste power. The other setting most commonly used was the 2d setting, which hooked into his glasses and ran a guest OS. There were loads of little tweaks as well, such as being able to use it as a server for some netsite or another, earning him a bit of cashflow.
For the most part he just logged into a netServer that Beowulfed all the machines connected and paid per the hour, which was how he got the majority of his money. When cyberdecks are connected without anything visual they put all their power into processing and cooling, which takes far less electricity, so he didn't catch hell for that, and he got money for it as well, which were used to upgrade his deck, getting him more money per hour ad infintum.
Having completed his little 'tour' of the basement, he asked the droid for the time (it was 5:00) and went upstairs.
/ A/N: So how did you like it? This is only the first chapter of many, so stay tuned. If you don't like it (and I don't blame you) don't just say 'crap story, go die in a hole', actually say what you find wrong with the story ("MOAR TEXTS" would be acceptable cheesy grin). \