08-10-2016, 09:03 AM
Sage followed the girl to a Starbucks around the corner. He smiled as he stopped next to her in line. "Their coffee sucks. I know a better place around the corner."
She smiled at him, and brought her left hand to her lips. "My fiance only drinks from Starbucks." The diamond was small on the ring she was proudly showing off.
Sage laughed softly to himself. Poor delusional girl. Not worth her weight in stone something had to be wrong with him - or her maybe. But Sage just smiled and nodded as he lied. "He must be a lucky guy. I still know a better coffee shop around the corner. You could do better than Starbucks. But your loss."
Sage nodded his farewell and headed out the door and to the coffee shop he'd spoken of. It was a hole in the wall place, but it was a local haunt for a few hackers who couldn't afford to stop in at the den for any sort of privacy. Sage got a cup of black coffee and sat down in his favorite chair near the window and looked deep inside. Getting shot down hadn't done anything for his mood. First thoughts of his parents and then that he was almost shaking with need.
The processor in his mind wasn't like his thoughts or memories, it was precisely what it was in the outside world a device that processed 1s and 0s. It wasn't until Sage met Grim that he even remotely understood how it worked. Now it was like a hand, or an eye, it was a tool he could use to process information. He could make it function.
A hacker named, C11d3, once comment on a public forum that Ph453r's code was like a eight year old wrote it. Sage was 7 at the time so that was a plus. His code wasn't pretty, it wasn't the latest and greatest paradigm out there and he sure as hell didn't care about the latest trending design pattern. It worked, it was all that mattered to Sage. And no one was faster than he was. Neural interfaces were still an expansive thing, but none tapped directly into the brain, it was all surface manipulation, there was still a delay. There was only one hacker who might afford such a thing, but he was a jack of all trades, not just a hacker like the rest of them. Voxel was one of the strangest characters he'd heard of out in the ether. Sage thought he might have to reach his fingers across the ocean and track the man down - assuming his assumptions were correct in gender of course. But that was one thing he could easily be wrong about and often was when it came to hackers.
Lost in his own little world sipping at his coffee Sage never saw an older man sit down across from him with his laptop. "Sage, wake the fuck up!" The man kicked Sage in the shin, but he didn't even notice. Resigned the other man leaned back in his stuffed chair and opened his laptop and started typing away.
Grim: Wake the fuck up Ph453r
Sage blinked as the message flashed across his vision. The outside world switched back into focus and Sage frowned. "That was rude."
"You zoned out again."
"I know. I meant to. What do you want, Brian?"
It hadn't taken long for Brian to figure out he was a child when they first met. They didn't physically meet until Sage was 16. Mostly because Brian didn't want to give others the impression he was a pedophile. He wasn't. Brian taught him everything he knew about computers and hacking in general. Brian was his mentor and his only real friend. He had friends - at least that's what he called them - but they didn't know him. They didn't know he tracked their movements or followed their digital footprints around. He knew it was an invasion of privacy. He could get in trouble. But first someone had to catch him.
"Sage... Sage! Goddammit boy!"
Sage sighed. "What?"
He nearly yelled at his mentor. He was getting sick of his interruptions.
"I got something to show you." He stood up and waited on Sage. Sage just rolled his eyes and stood up and followed Brian out the coffee shop door.
Edited by Sage, Aug 10 2016, 09:25 AM.
She smiled at him, and brought her left hand to her lips. "My fiance only drinks from Starbucks." The diamond was small on the ring she was proudly showing off.
Sage laughed softly to himself. Poor delusional girl. Not worth her weight in stone something had to be wrong with him - or her maybe. But Sage just smiled and nodded as he lied. "He must be a lucky guy. I still know a better coffee shop around the corner. You could do better than Starbucks. But your loss."
Sage nodded his farewell and headed out the door and to the coffee shop he'd spoken of. It was a hole in the wall place, but it was a local haunt for a few hackers who couldn't afford to stop in at the den for any sort of privacy. Sage got a cup of black coffee and sat down in his favorite chair near the window and looked deep inside. Getting shot down hadn't done anything for his mood. First thoughts of his parents and then that he was almost shaking with need.
The processor in his mind wasn't like his thoughts or memories, it was precisely what it was in the outside world a device that processed 1s and 0s. It wasn't until Sage met Grim that he even remotely understood how it worked. Now it was like a hand, or an eye, it was a tool he could use to process information. He could make it function.
A hacker named, C11d3, once comment on a public forum that Ph453r's code was like a eight year old wrote it. Sage was 7 at the time so that was a plus. His code wasn't pretty, it wasn't the latest and greatest paradigm out there and he sure as hell didn't care about the latest trending design pattern. It worked, it was all that mattered to Sage. And no one was faster than he was. Neural interfaces were still an expansive thing, but none tapped directly into the brain, it was all surface manipulation, there was still a delay. There was only one hacker who might afford such a thing, but he was a jack of all trades, not just a hacker like the rest of them. Voxel was one of the strangest characters he'd heard of out in the ether. Sage thought he might have to reach his fingers across the ocean and track the man down - assuming his assumptions were correct in gender of course. But that was one thing he could easily be wrong about and often was when it came to hackers.
Lost in his own little world sipping at his coffee Sage never saw an older man sit down across from him with his laptop. "Sage, wake the fuck up!" The man kicked Sage in the shin, but he didn't even notice. Resigned the other man leaned back in his stuffed chair and opened his laptop and started typing away.
Grim: Wake the fuck up Ph453r
Sage blinked as the message flashed across his vision. The outside world switched back into focus and Sage frowned. "That was rude."
"You zoned out again."
"I know. I meant to. What do you want, Brian?"
It hadn't taken long for Brian to figure out he was a child when they first met. They didn't physically meet until Sage was 16. Mostly because Brian didn't want to give others the impression he was a pedophile. He wasn't. Brian taught him everything he knew about computers and hacking in general. Brian was his mentor and his only real friend. He had friends - at least that's what he called them - but they didn't know him. They didn't know he tracked their movements or followed their digital footprints around. He knew it was an invasion of privacy. He could get in trouble. But first someone had to catch him.
"Sage... Sage! Goddammit boy!"
Sage sighed. "What?"
He nearly yelled at his mentor. He was getting sick of his interruptions.
"I got something to show you." He stood up and waited on Sage. Sage just rolled his eyes and stood up and followed Brian out the coffee shop door.
Edited by Sage, Aug 10 2016, 09:25 AM.
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