Page 4! Whee!
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“You’re back at square one!” Rosella giggled, floating in her own little spot.
[?] blinked, letting the area focus. “I guess I am,” he said as he looked around at the familiar squares and clear-as-glass blocks in the walls.
“I got all the information saved. It’s ready to be accessed at any time.”
“Then load it up,” [?] commanded eagerly.
“If you haven’t noticed though, you’re not Dech’e at the moment.”
[?] looked down only to find the slacks to his school uniform. His beat up shoes were leering back at him against the glassy floor.
“It doesn’t matter right now. I’m curious about the files, not how I look” [?] replied without a second look as he pulled up the display and shifted through the newly acquired files.
“But you’re so cute. You should care,” Rose smiled as she began retrieving the files.
“Whatever,” was his reply as the information filled the screen.
“You know,” Rose said as the information began to gather, “this person seems a bit…different from the other hackers.”
“How so?”
“It seems that he or she uses a lot of text and number coding…”
“I don’t see how that’s any different,” [?] replied confused, looking at his strange friend with an expression to match.
“I don’t know,” Rose twirled a strand of hair with her finger, “it’s like they’re only using their keyboard or something. No VirtuTru or anything. There are missed typed coding here and there.”
[?] stifled a little laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous Rosella. Hacking without a VirtuTru? I’ve done it before and it’s almost impossible.”
“Almost,” Rose emphasized. “Meaning it’s possible.”
“I don’t see where you’re going with this,” [?] looked at her. “Does it matter? No matter what they use, a hacker is a hacker. I don’t care if it took them a minute to get into my system, or a year.”
“I was just saying,” Rose pouted. “Little details can be important.”
“Again, it-“
There was a loud ringing that bounced off the sterile looking walls. The display suddenly shattered and the walls condensed into nothing.
“It’s the bell,” Rose smiled. “I guess I’ll see you later!”
“But I wasn’t done!”
“You can look at them later. You wouldn’t want to be caught would you? Really, you’re becoming a bit obsessive over this person aren’t you?”
“Not obsessive,” [?] told the shrinking figure outlined with nothingness.
Rosella giggled and waved as she digitized into a little pixel of nothing.
The blackness of the formerly loaded SquareOne was now only a blurred image of the classroom. Quickly slipping out his drive and stuffing it into his pocket, [?] removed the head set and placed it back in its spot. Looking up, he saw Mark, arms crossed, glaring at him.
“What?” he asked calmly.
“You know what,” Mark snapped about as menacingly as a drenched kitten.
“Look, I’m sorry. But I’m really busy tonight,” [?] replied with a sigh, throwing his bag over his shoulders and getting up. “Maybe next time man,” he offered, trying to get Mark to move away from him.
“Fine,” Mark huffed. “But next time for sure!”
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