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The HackerIt was a lonely Satur twenty-four hours night. The wind was howling through the branches of the honest-to-god oak tree outside my window. The branches swayed back and forth, creating faint tapping and screeching sounds on the glass. And so, I sit down It was a night like any former(a) my music playing in the background and the room was illuminated that by the changing shades of green from my lava lamp. I waited. Suddenly, a came from the corpse unit of my computer, signalling that it was ready. I sat in my big leather chair, leant forward, and logged on. Immediately, the computer went through a series of programmes, checking the system was operating correctly, and so on. The post bar reached 100% and the computer was now ready for action. I sat with the bright glare in my eyes. The once room, once light by a perpetually changing shade of green, was now light up with a brilliant sky blue. Good evening, Dave. Would you like me to log on to the Internet? It was a synthes ised voice coming from the computer. It was a voice larboard I had made by piecing together things my girlfriend friend had said. I had it on the computer to remind me of her, and to give me hope that one day I would see her again. Hmmyeah, log me on. I said. My voice was grotty and weak. Although I had a voice interface, I rarely spoke, even though I habitd my computer 24/7, Id normally use the keyboard and mouse. Still, having a voice interface was pretty nifty, but I couldnt help but think that one day, it may not jazz my voice.it was getting worse by the day. The modem clicked. Log on complete. train a nice day. It said. I almost broke down. I hadnt heard this voice for some time.it brought back memories. I had forgotten what she sounded likeShe? My god Id started to think that this machine was my girl friend. The late nights must be getting to me. I thought Thanks. I said. I could hardly stand itit felt like there was a rock in my throat you know the one I sozzled? When y oure upset and you feel like your going cry? Well, anyway, I cracked my knuckles, for no reason what so ever, knowing full tumesce it could give me premature arthritis.