Saralie walked into class the next day to see Dr. Naarom fumbling over the computer. "Is something wrong?" she asked him, seeing the trouble he was having.
"Yes," he grunted. Saralie smiled weakly as she worked up the nerve make her suggestion.
"Maybe I could help?" she asked him, seemingly uneasy that someone had done this.
"How?" he asked, looking at her, "I'm a good hacker," he whispered to her, "I can't get in, how can you help?"
"I hacked into the pentagon when I was six. I don't know who would do this, but I can help you get back into the network," she suggested. The class was looking at her oddly; she smiled weakly as Dr. Naarom backed up to let her try. She had set the computer to change the pass code so it wouldn't look suspicious. She worked at the computer for five minutes before she got in and let her teacher have the computer back. She then went smiling to her seat as Dr. Naarom fixed her hacking job. She pulled out her Data-pad and pulled up the link to the other smartest kid's pad. "Hi, Nelson," she wrote to him. "Don't say anything, but I made this link when I hacked into the system"
Nelson looked up, but replied on the pad, "How? You only had a few minutes to hack in?"
"I hacked into the pentagon three times before I was seven, I'm a pro!" she replied. "But, hey, perhaps you could show me around the town some time, like this week end," she suggested. Saralie sent the message and began taking notes. She and Nelson struck up a good friendship during the time when they had both finished their class work and were waiting for the next task. They talked about a lot of things, but what drew Saralie to him, other than his vast intelligence, was his looks. Nelson had brown wavy hair that fell down several inches past his shoulders when it was loose. He wore it in a ponytail. His eyes were a piercing blue that looked deep into Saralie's mind and brought her to see him as a challenge rather than just a guy. She saw him as a partner in crime.