Matchmaker
Chapter One
Hank Josef was a Class 3 hacker, as the papers had put it. He didn't know where this came up. Probably in the newspaper or something in a government website. For all he knew, some reporter came up with it just to make a buck. Cocksuckers, he thought. They could all go to hell. Even all the police from Minnesota out for his arrest because of his "crimes", as they put it. He considered himself a genius. It was all so easy. He didn't even know how he did it. Just a few clicks of the keyboard and he was in. The CIA web frame that held all of the government secrets and lies. That pissed the Department of Defense off enough. But it wasn't the hacking that truly got him in trouble. It was all the viruses that got him in the shitter with the government. The first few were harmless. Nothing but e-mail bugs and unstoppable waves of pornography that just annoyed people. Simple problems called for simple answers, and all of those miniscule anti-virus programs offered them. But none of them could prevent the online hell-fire that Hank was about to inflict on the U.S. It was called the "Sweeper Virus" by all the news stations and papers. It invaded your computer whenever a virus sweep was being done by the anti- virus programs. It would just slip in and cause all kinds of groovy problems. Like a human virus, it shook up the screen, overheated the motor in the belly of the beast, and deleted any form of help, just so it could infect and destroy. It was so widespread because of the anti-virus programs. Everyone had them. Thank you world! And fuck you world at the same time! It had really given nothing to Hank in the long run. It's not like he had a model childhood growing up. Drunken father, depressed mother. Money and income were good, considering his father stole from his boss at the bank. His mother, no matter how messed up she was, she was the only one he could really sympathize with. She had gotten nowhere in life either and her husband, which he had everyone call "Mr. Josef", was no help either. Life was shit and his house was the toilet. Oh well. Nothing much he could do now. He would soon have to change his identity. Name, address, social security, even get plastic surgery (if he truly needed it). The government was out for his ass, so he needed to hustle to hide it. Something also troubled Hank. He had never met someone for him. He had always wanted someone to come home to and love and make kids with, but those weren't the cards he was handed in life. After he would change himself, he would find someone. Maybe he could pay the 30 dollars to get a self-evaluation from one of those online dating services and meet someone. They even now have the instant messaging dating, so you could talk in real time. This was very good for Hank. He needed this. He needed all of this to move on. He would start tomorrow. All he needed to do was sober up and get off the kitchen floor, which was where he had passed out the night before.
Chapter One
Hank Josef was a Class 3 hacker, as the papers had put it. He didn't know where this came up. Probably in the newspaper or something in a government website. For all he knew, some reporter came up with it just to make a buck. Cocksuckers, he thought. They could all go to hell. Even all the police from Minnesota out for his arrest because of his "crimes", as they put it. He considered himself a genius. It was all so easy. He didn't even know how he did it. Just a few clicks of the keyboard and he was in. The CIA web frame that held all of the government secrets and lies. That pissed the Department of Defense off enough. But it wasn't the hacking that truly got him in trouble. It was all the viruses that got him in the shitter with the government. The first few were harmless. Nothing but e-mail bugs and unstoppable waves of pornography that just annoyed people. Simple problems called for simple answers, and all of those miniscule anti-virus programs offered them. But none of them could prevent the online hell-fire that Hank was about to inflict on the U.S. It was called the "Sweeper Virus" by all the news stations and papers. It invaded your computer whenever a virus sweep was being done by the anti- virus programs. It would just slip in and cause all kinds of groovy problems. Like a human virus, it shook up the screen, overheated the motor in the belly of the beast, and deleted any form of help, just so it could infect and destroy. It was so widespread because of the anti-virus programs. Everyone had them. Thank you world! And fuck you world at the same time! It had really given nothing to Hank in the long run. It's not like he had a model childhood growing up. Drunken father, depressed mother. Money and income were good, considering his father stole from his boss at the bank. His mother, no matter how messed up she was, she was the only one he could really sympathize with. She had gotten nowhere in life either and her husband, which he had everyone call "Mr. Josef", was no help either. Life was shit and his house was the toilet. Oh well. Nothing much he could do now. He would soon have to change his identity. Name, address, social security, even get plastic surgery (if he truly needed it). The government was out for his ass, so he needed to hustle to hide it. Something also troubled Hank. He had never met someone for him. He had always wanted someone to come home to and love and make kids with, but those weren't the cards he was handed in life. After he would change himself, he would find someone. Maybe he could pay the 30 dollars to get a self-evaluation from one of those online dating services and meet someone. They even now have the instant messaging dating, so you could talk in real time. This was very good for Hank. He needed this. He needed all of this to move on. He would start tomorrow. All he needed to do was sober up and get off the kitchen floor, which was where he had passed out the night before.