Pandora's Box

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Essay for my English teacher...

I'm supposed to write a beautiful essay that begins with the words It was cold... And it's supposed to be 150-200 words. Right... Like I could actually write an actual story with that annoyingly small amount of words...

Anyways, I decided to just forget the word limit and write the essay. XP Sorry Mr. A!

Shalini and Kah Hean read some of it already, and they said they like it so I better post it up here so they can finish it off and so I can get more comments =P I just noticed it doesn't have a title... Hmm... Lemme give it one XP

Cold Hearts

It was cold with the air-conditioning on at full-blast, but the whole facility seemed deserted, it's eerie silence steadily punctuated by the echo of a heavy shoe against solid titanium. Small lingering puffs of vapour hung in the dry air as he thawed his frozen fingers in the useless pockets of his anti-septic lab coat. God, it was cold... He hugged his poor excuse of a drafty coat around him desperately, stiffly striding towards his laboratory relunctantly. He had no choice.

A minusicle yet indestructable camera mounted on the smooth metal walls monitered him with one unblinking red eye, nothing escaped it's keen sight, just like he had planned it would. The solid doors of his laboratory slid open to allow him entry, closing in ominous silence behind him. All these were wheels and gears of a state-of-the-art housekeeping and security program, code-named MOTHER, which he had stolen right under the governments nose, hoping to sell it off on the underground circuit for a hefty profit. After all, even a hacker such as himself would require food, and bytes he had didn't sastify his hunger and greed. But in the end, the joke was on him, and they had the last laugh.

The laboratory was warmer, but of course it should, they wanted him to work, so they made sure comfort would only come when he pleased them. They, those insufferable geeks who worked for the confounded government. They merely had to track him and insert a little "upgrade" into MOTHER. A little "upgrade" which would allow them control of MOTHER, which the hacker had installed into his personal underground R&D facility as a celebratory "present". Now they had control over his life, they struck a bargain with him.

He sat down at his modified computer, the one that had taken him years to complete, he was as proud of it as he was his pregnant daughter and the grandson she was to bring, and he had promised that his grandson would know his Grandpapa. God, it was so cold. A bitter tear rolled haltingly down his tired, old cheek, the chill slowed it's journey and numbed him. He looked at his bargaining chip on the flickering screen, it was a satellite interference system, a program the government had bade him do for the past few weeks. His fingers flew to the keyboard as the maestro began to program his latest creation to strike tomorrow at September 11, 2001.

He wondered why it was so important. He looked at the clock, it was 8.30 a.m. Maybe tomorrow, he would see the sun again. Then he could check in on his daughter at 9.00 a.m. The poor dear had to serve clients at the World Trade Center every morning. He sighed.

God, it was cold.

12:45 AM; unforgotten.Y