He finally placed both his and his brother's breakfast on the table and while it wasn't the best thing to look at at the very least it tasted good, it would have helped if he didn't almost burn the food but everyone makes mistakes.
He heard his brother running towards him before he quickly pulled the chair and sat down.
"Ha! I beat you." his brother said to him while he pointed a finger at him.
"No you didn't, I sat down before you." He said to his brother, that was a game they played every morning.
For whatever reason they both tried to be the first one to sit down and take the first bite of food, the game didn't mean anything but it was something that the two of them shared.
He watched as his little brother grabbed his slightly burned hashbrowns and bit into them, and then he turned his attention to the holo screen.
"So what do you think?" he heard one of the players ask another one.
'Well if I can get the computer to work and if you guys keep bringing me more of them I should be able to reactivate or get whatever information they had." he heard the second player answer the first one.
He was about to put a spoon full of beans into his mouth when he heard the player say those words, then he unintentionally drooped said spoon when he heard the next set f words that the player said.
"If you guys can find the machines, I should be able to get the internet back online."
"I mean we would need to fix the towers but other than that nothing is stopping me from getting it running again."
He turned to look at his brother who was too young to understand just how much those few words meant.
The real internet was something that no one had control over, unlike what everyone used now, no corporation controlled the old internet and there was no one policing the everyday person from saying or doing whatever they wanted.
Everyone knew that the internet still existed, but it was behind the Black Wall and it was full of insane A. I, still, people risked their lives just to get a glimpse of what had been lost.
"What's wrong?" his brother asked him.
"Nothing I just heard someone say something crazy." he said to his brother as the messaging board was already starting to be filled with people commenting on what they had just heard.
Some claimed that it was just a bunch of nonsense, and others said that the players just wanted to get famous before they died, but he knew that a lot of people would take what the players said seriously.
"So when is that show of yours?" he asked his brother as they both finished eating.
"Next week, two o'clock." his brother said to him as he held two fingers up, making sure that he both saw and heard him.
He smiled and after washing the dishes he rubbed his little brother's head and began to walk him to school.
The moment they both stepped out of their apartment they were immediately greeted by the dumps odor along with the stench of the wastelands stench.
He handed his little brother a rag that he had grabbed from the kitchen so that he could cover his mouth and nose, he on the other hand would have to use his shirt sleeve.
Maybe it was his lucky day because he had slept with his clothes on, they smelled like sweat, which meant that it was harder for him to smell everything else.
He grabbed his brother's hand and they both began to walk down the hallway, he made sure to tighten his grip on his brother's hand so that if someone tried to pull him away, they wouldn't be able to.
the hallway was dark and if it hadn't been for the neon lights from the various signs neither he nor his brother would know where their apartment was.
They finally reached the end of the hallway and knocked five times on the door before whistling.
This was a sign that the gang and the regular people living here used to tell each other that they belonged there and weren't just bursting.
The door opened and they found themselves in a completely different world.
Wherever they turned was a building that towered over them, cars that looked as if they were from different time periods both driving on the street and in the air.
Massive holographic videos and pictures promoting one thing or another, while men women and children dressed in somany different kinds of clothes walked passed them.
They both stared at the city like they usually did, then like useal, the gangsters greeted them and rubbed his little brother's head before telling his brother to stay in school.
Their apartment was located in an odd part of the city, it wasn't in the downtown part of the city so they didn't get to see or experience any of the fancy stuff that goes on there.
Yet they weren't exactly far away, so they could see whenever something big was going on.
Unfortunately, this meant that the area where their apartment was located had more than one gang wanting to take control of it, but the gang that controlled it had never lost, so it was probably the safest place for his little brother to be.
As they walked they began to pass the various dark alleys of the city, some had homeless people just laying around living their lives.
They had to move fast when they walked past someone being beaten- robbed or killed, hell they even had to walk fast whenever they passed prostitutes.
They only stopped walking fast when they reached the part of the city that had the dealers selling their filth to the high schoolers and the rich brats from one of the corporation's schools.
It was normal for people to see their kids get on the train and the train would take them to their school, however, he would always accompany his little brother to his school.
It may have been overprotective of him, but this city is dangerous and he isn't the only one that does this.
the train finally stopped and after walking towards the school and watching his little brother enter the school, he logged in and began to take as many orders as he could.
It was time for him to go to work.
