PC Review was Felix Lester's favourite magazine. He had bought it every week since he had been about nine years old. It contained everything he needed to know not just about computers, but about technology. He ran his own website, was fluent in three different coding languages, and could type 100 words per minute on any standard computer keyboard. He had taken a practise IT GCSE paper when he was 13, and passed with exceptional performance. He had even won a competition, run by the magazine, to test out a new, state-of-the-art computer, the Stormbreaker, which, he noticed, had disappeared somewhat since the creator had died in a mysterious helicopter accident. He hadn't even had the chance to test it – Herod Sayle had fallen ill, so instead he had been sent on holiday in Scotland, which he had enjoyed, but not half as much.
The article that caught his attention was one regarding Charles Brixton, the genius behind BattleNET, the world's largest Internet game, with over 6 million hits each day. This was about how maybe one day, Pentagon meetings would be held over the internet, and important decisions would by made through cyber-characters. He could imagine it now, the Prime Minister, an elf or a pixie. It made him laugh, quietly to himself. Then, he was called down to dinner, and the whole thing was forgotten.
Very short, I'll probably make it longer, at some point. It's just a first draft, I'm posting cause I haven't updated for ages.