Sam was sitting in front of her computer, again. She always used her
computer in her room.
She had a corner deck in a corner of her room, just off the side of her closet. There was a lot of technology there.
The fastest computer money could buy. Printer/fax/scanner/copier all in one, speakers, headphones, and a lot more advanced technology.
Most people thought Sam was a computer geek. She told them she was writing stories and just surfing the Internet.
But that wasn't true. Sam's father was a computer security specialist working for a large technology company that was always creating the newest of things.
Sam wasn't rich, but she wasn't poor. Sam had short bleached blonde hair, cut like a boys'. She had been around the world, multiple times. For eleven years of her life, she had lived in Saudi Arabia, the dirtiest rat filled country on the planet, at least in Sam's eyes.
Sam had made the Little League World Series team, playing for Saudi Arabia. She had helped win the game, but at a price. Sam had received a scar from a Japanese boy. He had been told by his coaches in the finals to get Sam out of the game, no matter what.
He was the pitcher, and Sam was up to bat. He threw the ball, at her head, as fast and hard as he could. It shattered her helmet, cutting her face and throwing her back in a cloud of dust.
She stood up, blood dripping down her face. People had run to her, coaches, parents. Her team had to be held back from beating the crap out of the Japanese team.
The next day, in front of cameras broadcasting behind the scenes of the different teams during lunch showed her dumping her hot soup all over the pitchers' head, causing both teams to lash out at each other.
Sam and her team won the fight, naturally. ^_^
That made her tough though, not just physically, but mentally. That's why she was where she was now.
She had been hacking into some American government computers when she was caught. She didn't mind, but they had made an offer that she couldn't refuse.
They had been willing to pay her millions of dollars to hack into computers all around the world, not as much at first, but more and more as they started to trust her more. They even gave her high-tech technology that wasn't even out to the public yet.
Sam didn't live in America, hell, she wasn't even American. She was Canadian, but since she had grown up in Saudi Arabia, and had only known American and Arabian influences, she didn't know quite how to "act" Canadian.
She had created a bank account at a bank in America (by hacking, of course). That is where all the money went, simple as that.
Sam had covered all her tracks, the American Government had no idea who she was, no ideas or clues of any kind. Of course she had lied about her age and name, to throw them off even more.
It was like a game for her, and it was a bonus if she helped save lives by doing the work.
Sam always had a bag of handy gadgets already put together, just in case she needed them. Just the usual things, strong cell phone, locater, headset, batteries, speakers, palm pilot, beeper, and some other things as well.
'Sam! I want you to get off that computer right now and go out and get some fresh air!! I mean it!' Sam's mother called from the kitchen.
'Alright Mom!!' Sam called back, sounding aggravated. She had just finished downloading some *very* interesting information about some new military actions that will be done by Saudi Arabia.
She pulled on her old dark brownish colored leather jacket, her baseball hat (from LLWS). She already had on her baggy jeans and a shirt she got from playing baseball (guess from where ~_^). She had her old skater shoes that the bottom of her jeans fell nicely over. Sam pulled her hat down to shadow her eyes and basically the rest of her face, except for her mouth. For the last part of her out fit, she slung the bag of some useful electronics over her shoulder and left.
Sam walked down to the school that she had gone to the year before, just a little less than two blocks away from her house. She remembered that year. The kids there had tried to get too close, it ended up pretty nasty, she had no friends, everyone thought she was weird, and would barely talk to her. That how she had wanted it, but she had not wanted to hurt them any, but they forced her to.
She sat down on the swing set that she had never used in the year that she was there. Sam closed her concealed eyes, thinking about all that had made her what she was.
'Greed...' She mumbled softly to herself.
'What did you say?' Someone asked. Sam looked up slowly.
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AN: I have not read any stories like this one *EVER* before on ff.net or anywhere else.
^_^ I'm sooo happy, it seems like a real original this time, not something lots of people have done before.
I just want to say the date, as proof of the day I *POSTED* this story, not the day I started writing it.
Anyways, 12/04/02 (December 4, 2002)
She had a corner deck in a corner of her room, just off the side of her closet. There was a lot of technology there.
The fastest computer money could buy. Printer/fax/scanner/copier all in one, speakers, headphones, and a lot more advanced technology.
Most people thought Sam was a computer geek. She told them she was writing stories and just surfing the Internet.
But that wasn't true. Sam's father was a computer security specialist working for a large technology company that was always creating the newest of things.
Sam wasn't rich, but she wasn't poor. Sam had short bleached blonde hair, cut like a boys'. She had been around the world, multiple times. For eleven years of her life, she had lived in Saudi Arabia, the dirtiest rat filled country on the planet, at least in Sam's eyes.
Sam had made the Little League World Series team, playing for Saudi Arabia. She had helped win the game, but at a price. Sam had received a scar from a Japanese boy. He had been told by his coaches in the finals to get Sam out of the game, no matter what.
He was the pitcher, and Sam was up to bat. He threw the ball, at her head, as fast and hard as he could. It shattered her helmet, cutting her face and throwing her back in a cloud of dust.
She stood up, blood dripping down her face. People had run to her, coaches, parents. Her team had to be held back from beating the crap out of the Japanese team.
The next day, in front of cameras broadcasting behind the scenes of the different teams during lunch showed her dumping her hot soup all over the pitchers' head, causing both teams to lash out at each other.
Sam and her team won the fight, naturally. ^_^
That made her tough though, not just physically, but mentally. That's why she was where she was now.
She had been hacking into some American government computers when she was caught. She didn't mind, but they had made an offer that she couldn't refuse.
They had been willing to pay her millions of dollars to hack into computers all around the world, not as much at first, but more and more as they started to trust her more. They even gave her high-tech technology that wasn't even out to the public yet.
Sam didn't live in America, hell, she wasn't even American. She was Canadian, but since she had grown up in Saudi Arabia, and had only known American and Arabian influences, she didn't know quite how to "act" Canadian.
She had created a bank account at a bank in America (by hacking, of course). That is where all the money went, simple as that.
Sam had covered all her tracks, the American Government had no idea who she was, no ideas or clues of any kind. Of course she had lied about her age and name, to throw them off even more.
It was like a game for her, and it was a bonus if she helped save lives by doing the work.
Sam always had a bag of handy gadgets already put together, just in case she needed them. Just the usual things, strong cell phone, locater, headset, batteries, speakers, palm pilot, beeper, and some other things as well.
'Sam! I want you to get off that computer right now and go out and get some fresh air!! I mean it!' Sam's mother called from the kitchen.
'Alright Mom!!' Sam called back, sounding aggravated. She had just finished downloading some *very* interesting information about some new military actions that will be done by Saudi Arabia.
She pulled on her old dark brownish colored leather jacket, her baseball hat (from LLWS). She already had on her baggy jeans and a shirt she got from playing baseball (guess from where ~_^). She had her old skater shoes that the bottom of her jeans fell nicely over. Sam pulled her hat down to shadow her eyes and basically the rest of her face, except for her mouth. For the last part of her out fit, she slung the bag of some useful electronics over her shoulder and left.
Sam walked down to the school that she had gone to the year before, just a little less than two blocks away from her house. She remembered that year. The kids there had tried to get too close, it ended up pretty nasty, she had no friends, everyone thought she was weird, and would barely talk to her. That how she had wanted it, but she had not wanted to hurt them any, but they forced her to.
She sat down on the swing set that she had never used in the year that she was there. Sam closed her concealed eyes, thinking about all that had made her what she was.
'Greed...' She mumbled softly to herself.
'What did you say?' Someone asked. Sam looked up slowly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
AN: I have not read any stories like this one *EVER* before on ff.net or anywhere else.
^_^ I'm sooo happy, it seems like a real original this time, not something lots of people have done before.
I just want to say the date, as proof of the day I *POSTED* this story, not the day I started writing it.
Anyways, 12/04/02 (December 4, 2002)