The Electronic Trap

Chapter 3

Using my Programming skills I could hack the Internet and save the world.
Ideas flicked in my head and I got too excited , I told them to leave everything to me because I got a clue.
I'm not very sure if my idea will work , and I'm trying not to get cocky then would be dead from embarrassments later but I'm hoping I could help these people and go to paradise ..... seriously ! I had a funny feeling of saving the world and I need soemoen to slap some common sense into me , really , please !
They gave me a number of a person who lives not so far who is willing to help them as well , they thought we could help each other because our talents are complements to each other... and we live in the same city , this is getting interesting !
And since every programmer that tried helping them ended up getting brainwashed they are coming to the last programmers they found , us , me and the person I'm meeting !! But definitely not the only ones in the world, I hope so !
But its cool when you think about it , ALL the programmers in the world lost and it's up to us whether humanity WILL be ruled by those internet chips or not !!!!!!!
I'm guessing that person was tricked to buy that game too .
When we say internet chips , it means internet as a whole , but I just love saying it this way .

December 15 4:26pm
I took my keys, my wallet and rushed downstairs, told Layth to tell everyone I'm in The Neighborhood Library and left.
Unlocked my red sparky Bike with the keys and rushed for the 100 m away Library.
Entering the Old brown and Red themed Library, dusty books that no one had touched since years were surrounding me , picked up the needed ones and sat to read, I don't like reading but I was informed that I'll meet a genius so I'm getting prepared .
There were programming books, I was hoping to get an idea of what my plan should be, but no luck .
4:30pm
Left the place and used my last Strategy, the Phone Number, I was feeling like a powerless hero that should stop the villian, I got the skills but not the mind!
Called the phone, a Boy answered " yes, problem?" His answer pocked me .
" I have something important to discuss about that V.I.P. ONLY game so meet me at 5 in Artsino Library , hurry!!" I informed him.
He gasped and replied " you know?? Right, right okay " , he ended the call and I got nervous, was I meeting a stranger after 30 minutes?? Where were all the discipline my Parents enforced in me ? I was actually worried who the person could and what would be the consequences , but I was excited to be in this adventure .
Ignoring I went to the next door Starbucks to kill some time.
Sipping my Coffee ، I chocked as I remembered that we didn't know our physical features , But with Ignorance I sipped my coffee and sighed.

I was sulking in the wall for like 20 minutes when I sensed someone is watching me, I turned to my right and there was a guy squeezing his eyes at me , he was my age I guess .
By my Sixth Sense , I was sure he was that guy I just phoned, I stood with confidence , walked to him and Greeted him.

His face lit up and his smile was tearing his face, he Stood so fast he hit his knee at the table, He stared at me with his sparkly eyes and said " Oh my, So you are Sammy!! Do you know how much I was looking for you, Mom had been crying for 4 days , where were you?" His Joy Tears were Exploding on his freckly face as he said that .

As Disappointed as I was , I looked at his full of hope face, and wished I was Sammy, I teared down on my Hot Glittery Pink Shirt and felt bad for some reason.
He looked at me in worry and said " Y-you're not Sammy! Sammy had dark blue eyes and straight hair......um..I'm sorry! " and then he ran away so fast I couldn't talk .
As he reached the door , he slammed hard at it and created a noise that could wake the dead, as Clumsy as he is , I felt bad for him, his sister isn't around him.

5:10pm
Given up , I left the place, headed home and took the books to return them, I already spent about 40 minutes doing nothing absolutely.
As I was leaving the starbucks shop an old man approached me and with squeaky voice asked me " Do you *cough* know where this girl is? " he shoved a picture of a very familiar face as she has speaking on the Telephone, she was wearing a glittery shirt but the picture was greenish so I wasn't able to recognize her .
I muttered " Um...Yes, I do know her....but I forgot her na-" , I gasped in realization that the person in the picture was......ME.

As Shocked as I was , I jumped backward and did a ninja move and then gave myself a pep talk , I nodded my head like crazy approving his question , and asked the Old Man why he needed me.
He Smiled real big and told me " I was on the phone with you 20 minutes ago " he said it like it was too obvious to recognize him.

Quietly we walked to the Library, I was really scared to walk with him , but why an old short man with one tooth out? Why not a young boy or girl who I can hangout with?
He stopped me from going deeper in thoughts and asked why do we need books, I replied in confusion " Don't we need books to determine our possible ways?"
He raised an Eyebrow and smirked, which annoyed me so much and put the books on the table we will sit on .
He picked a paper and a pencil from the Librarian and sat down casually.
Nervously staring at his calmness, I approached and sat across him , he spinned the Pencil in his hands and said " so, What's your name?" .

" Chika" I answered as I waited his farce.
He widen his eyes and said happily " Chika? What a wonderful name....it's unforgettable!" .
"It's unforgettable because it's weird" I sighed, This is the first time someone didn't pity me for my name.
He nodded his head and said " Is weird always bad?" The Old man winked and wrote something in the paper.
I replied "Thanks...I guess, but most importantly the plan, Do you have any ideas?" And sipped from my cup like a boss! I still can't believe I'm talking so causally to someone almost 50 years older than me.

    He fixed his position , prepared his speech , and fixed his grey colar and said " well First of all " as he was pulled his thick gret beard.....
And It came out, then he removed the grey wig and quickly covered his curly ginger hair with a "I'm Cool" Hat and to the look some black eyeglasses that I was still able to see his green eyes through.

My Jaw dropped! This man just got 40 years younger! Who is he?

Staring throught my Hazel Eyes , he laughed and said " We never introduced each other, did we?" He changed his seating position , looked around suspiciously, leaned toward me and said in a low voice " I am Isaac Robert, I am 15 and I like My Computer." He Smiled and went back sitting correctly.

Looking at his Curly Ginger Hair, I was thinking why is he so suspicious, Is he on the Wanted? Is he on the black list?
I got scared and went blank for a couple minutes.

He Raised an Eyebrow and said "So....um, Do you have a plan?" He broke the ice.
Based from this you can know how bad am I in conversations.
"Yes, I suppose I do ! Well, my idea is to Hack the internet and ask it to give back the people or we will share all of the internet's dark secrets, or something like that..." I answered Confidently.

He looked at me as if I just said a lame joke and told me " They're way stronger than this! I've tried this actually before and I ended up paying them instead ! So....got anything else?"

Smiling all Stupid I replied " well....I was hoping you have one! I gave you an idea I can do !" All messed up , I looked so pathetic.

He got excited and smiled all Happy and told me while he was trying his best to stay humble " Well, Ofcourse I have a plan .... I just Drew the idea on this pa-...." and he started to look everywhere then he looked all freaky at me, pulled his hair and said "WHERE IS MY PAPER??".
is their anyone weirder than him? I think Not!
I comforted him by presenting a new paper to him from my BackPack.

    As he started to draw again the plan, He Sticked his tongue out , a habit if his I guess.
The moment he was done he shoved the paper in my face and itched his nose with his index finger as a "I'm Cool , I know!" Gesture.
I looked at and saw a stick man figure having his leg stuck into a broken computer figure.....What Did He Mean?
I looked back at him with a confusion look " what was that? " I asked.
His drawing were either so bad I couldn't understand the message , or I'm just no good.