Clara and I were sitting in the store room of my uncles shop. I was fiddling with a clock that had been laying on the floor and she was wandering around touching random things, going on about weird facts. This time she decided to focus on technology. She had heard on the radio that morning about how easy it is for hackers to attack your computer.
"They don't actually hack you. They create a script that basically does all the hacking for them. They can sit back and relax while also breaking into your devices and receiving your data," she told me. "Why doesn't the government doesn't hire computer programmers to fight the bad guys and write stronger code that won't get hacked so easily by a virus?" she wondered aloud.
She walked around thinking for a little bit humming softly. Her blonde hair swishing back and forth in its ponytail. She never seemed to be still, always fluttering around like a humming bird.
"I don't understand it really," she said after a little bit. "Though maybe they've tried but the hackers were smarter. Or maybe they did stop the hackers but then some more came and wrote a different code and it kept going. I also heard that it's a little useless to try to find the hackers because they could just fake the I.P. address."
"I suppose,"I said, the alarm on the clock ringing suddenly. Then my uncle came in from the front of the store where he had been ringing up customers and doing other things that sometimes looked pointless. He was big with a dark scraggly beard but kind eyes that people loved.
"Do you guys want me to drive you home?" he asked.
We accepted the ride from my uncle so we all piled into his little sedan for the short trip. Driving away from the shop where my uncle has worked for as long as I can remember, we passed places, people, and things that have been around for so long they are all just part of the scenery now, things that I don't usually notice.
