Dot Com Boom

All-Seeing-Eye

Do you know of the dot com boom? No not that one. The one I'm talking about is much more important. It'll put true terror in the hearts of the country.
And it's all because of me!
You see, I'm kind of a genius. I'm watching you right now, as a matter of fact. See that screen you’re looking into? That phone you can't get enough of? Yeah, here's lookin' at you kid.
I can hack anything. And I do. If I want to track you, I can, but whatever you do, please don't lose your phone. We've got an appointment to keep.
I watch it all. I watch the cougar in the candle-lit tub checking her email while sipping champagne and soaking in bubbles. I watch the little boy freeing willy when he should be doing his homework. I watch the gay man cheat on his aforementioned wife with a gigolo and not even use a condom. And I watch the neglected little girl sit on the steps of her house watching the same Dora The Explorer episode for the third time in a row. Perfect target. That girl's gonna be a star!
It's not that I'm into little kids, exactly. I'm an opportunist is all. And tonight, fresh meat is on the menu. Don't get any sick ideas. That's just an expression. I'm not one of those sick cannibal types. I'm only lookin' to get my jollies off, just like everyone else.



I put on my EMP vest. That's Electric-Magnetic-Pulse for you lamers. And I stepped outside. You see, now-a-days they got cameras everywhere. That's good for me, and bad for me. I like to watch. I don't like to be watched. The EMP handles the latter. As I walk the streets, cameras are temporarily disabled –scrambled – a certain radius around me. I won't go into specifics because your small brain wouldn't understand anyway, but it keeps my identity hidden from prying eyes. I've got an appointment to keep.
Abducting a lonely child from a neighborhood is never as easy as you might think. There's a lot of variables. The primary one is snooping neighbors. I like choosing neighborhoods that have a lot of security systems and cameras. People think they're safer. They'd be wrong. I case the place out for days, it's exhausting at times, but by the time I get my jollies off it'll all be worth it. After I choose a target, I learn the patterns of the neighbors. I learn who has their phone grafted into their skin and who doesn't. Most of them do these days. It's the old people I have to worry about. They're harder to track movements of, but they also move a lot less. All it takes is old man Rivers that likes to trim his neighbors bushes because he's a nice guy popping his head over the fence at a bad time and the jig is up. Or at least a lot messier. Luckily, most of the old folk are in bed by 9PM, which is the time that I snatched the Dora the Explorer enthusiast from her wonderful life.
This wasn't my first kidnapping. A couple hundred now, actually. Maybe thousand. I've lost count. But it's a lot! I only recently started broadcasting my work, and will quickly rise to become the most prolific serial killer in the world. That's where my peers got it all wrong, staying hidden and all that. You gotta advertise to get the prize! I work hard at this, I deserve all the praise I get. Praise. That's what I call it when the cougar cries her eyes out to the television media and her gay husband tries real hard to be a decent human being as they plead for their daughter's safe return.
She won't be safely returned. They've got to know that, right?
No one will ever see Dora again. I named her Dora. Why not? Okay. That isn't completely accurate. They'll see plenty of Dora as I ram her from behind for the camera while screaming "DORA! OH YES, DORA!" in a robotic voice to hide my own as she cries. But after that, no one will see her again. I promise. They can put that image out of their mind. But there will be another that pops up on their computer screen while surfing their favorite website. Remember, I'm a genius. I'm aiming to not only be the best serial killer but also to destroy entire companies as well. And with nothing but a hack. Amazon will be the first that I destroy. Imagine surfing for that perfect celebrity-sponsored perfume, when suddenly poor little Dora pops up on your screen, bleeding vagina and all. Would you shop at Amazon again?
That's the dot com boom. That's the one I'm talking about.