This should mark the start of something I’ve been trying to do for almost 3-4 years now. That is to write a book, a short story in fact. Would’ve been over 6-7 years for that other book (novel) to make reality but, I figured let’s have small steps to bigger goals. Without further ado, let’s have a quote about procrastination and shoot.
“The best way to get something done, is to begin.”
‘Eighty-seven thousand dollars’ is a crime/thriller short story based around the life of a 21st century hacker. I do realise how challenging it is get people to the edge using just words and how illogical it is to make a literary debut with a thriller. As someone who couldn’t care much, I just decided to go ahead, please tone down the critique. Being a learning engineer myself, it is plausible for the reader to think of my references and details of hacking to be accurate. Sorry to disappoint, but for the sake of convenience and plot this short story would rather come under the category of fiction.
EIGHTY SEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS
Video playing… “The most notorious hacker, known to the world as 5had0w, hacks into illegal or unclaimed bank accounts of dead people to transfer all the funds in an untraceable route, believed to be led to his way. His existence is solely determined by his deliberate digital notes after each attack, signed ‘5had0w’. Still unidentified, he is one of the most wanted cyber criminals of today and is still at large. Believed to have caused damages of over 15 million USD…”, spoke out the computer speaker. Sixteen year old Ryan glares at the midnight monitor, hmms and says to herself, “Hacking seems fun…”. Little did she know that next door lived Tanner Allen.
Tanner Allen, a Stanford dropout who’d been doing computer sciences, had left because the classes were too easy. Professionally unemployed; if looked up he was listed a waiter and had made a fortune with lotteries and stocks. In reality our young man never earned a tip, had a share in a company or bought a lottery ticket. Obvious it would seem for someone well acquainted to him, that this lad did have something up his sleeve. Still, in his mid-late 20s with frizzly hair and hipster frames, he’d look like the ordinary 21st century kid.
Tanner dived into the deep web, logged on to an anonymous messaging board and typed in,
5had0w: hello there…
and the servers shut down. Tanner loved doing this, to cause panic amongst other hackers showing his persistent existence. It wasn’t the traffic which took them down, it was just what Tanner did himself, making everyone paranoid about their identity and location being exposed. He never associated with anyone; he didn’t need to. With an appreciably huge rig set in his home and with the general excuse of a powerful gaming rig, he had his machine in perfect disguise.
Smirking at what had just happened he leaned back in his chair until his phone buzzed a text out. It was Ethan. Ethan Johns. A med school student also from Stanford. Ethan was Tanner’s childhood friend; they’d stuck on together for about fifteen years. Ethan was the studious kid, the one who was always with his books. Sporting a pair of rimless glasses and boasting a skinny build, he was the typical nerd with Tanner being the geek. Together, the perfect highschool buddies.
As the message told him to, Tanner walked out of his home towards the garage. Coming across a man in a uniform, “Yeah, just go inside. Here.” Tanner threw his keys at the stranger. “Sir, I must say, you seem to utilize our 24/7 service pretty well, and would you be leaving?” “Yeah, don’t disappoint”, Tanner winked and went along. Igniting his engine, Tanner rushed out into the midnight streets of San Francisco.
– Goutham Meka