Creepypastas

The Outernet

It all started on the first day of college. I had just purchased a brand new laptop, full of the top programs and hardware I could afford. This was an upgrade from my previous PC, which had started to shut down before too long. That PC though, still had files, and other forms of data that I wanted transferred over to my laptop. So the moment I got home, I ran upstairs to my room, and hooked my laptop up to my old PC, still sitting on my desk. Transferring files didn't take too long, but using that computer again, gave me a feeling of nostalgia, the good times. It still had a fully loaded favorites bar, and I had nothing better to do. 

During this endeavor, I became bolder that I usually was. Willing to visit sites that I was not usually willing to go to, for fear that it might hurt my computer. My laptop was fully disconnected, so I couldn't care less. The PC was going to become useless anyway before too long. That is why I didn't think twice about this next part. 

I came across this website, while trying to find suggestive images of popular actresses. It was called "Searchyourheartout.com" It's not up any longer, but I don't know if you would want to visit it anyway. I, with the promise of women clicked the page open, and had been greeted by a pop up. It said "To use this search engine you must download our free program." From there it offered the install. Like I said, I didn't care. The computer was going to become useless anyway, so why not try it out, even though it might be a scam. I hit "download, save, and run." All one button, I had never seen something like that before. 

Then my computer went black. 

I thought it had crashed at first, then I figured the thing must have been full of virus at this point, almost not even bothering to turn it back on. I was morbidly curious though, not like any extra harm could be done. The computer booted up with almost no delay, running faster than it had before. It brought me to the desk top, where I was presented with a new icon, one for a search engine simply called "search". 

Clicking on my other icons did nothing. This however was less than amazing. What really fascinated me was the fact that it could have downloaded so fast. With fewer choices than I had before, I clicked on it. Once more, the item booted faster than I thought my computer capable of. 

It brought me to a mostly white screen, with text. It said: 

"Welcome to the Outernet, where you can find all that you need in a safe, virus free area. Below is your search box. Simply type in what you would like to know, see, or hear. This service is purely informational; please do not miss use, thank you." 

Sure enough, there was a search box. Fascinated that my computer wasn't utterly destroyed yet, I continued forward, typing in what I had come for in the first place. I found everything I was looking for, and more. It didn't matter what celebrity I typed in, they had the images I was looking for.  

No, they weren't fakes. I'm a programmer, okay? I know what photoshoped images looked like. 

I was so entranced by their selection that I almost forgot that it was an informational service. So I typed in a random question. It was a math question, very specific and not something any search engine available can find.  

It had the answer, the exact, correct, answer. I kept going, and going. It didn't get anything wrong, not a single number out of place, so I started asking random questions. By random, I mean, very random. "Why do rainbows form? How do CD's work? What episode of (insert any show or movie) had (name actions or actors)?" Every damn question had an exact answer. I thought of it as some kind of magic eight ball. I really wanted to see just how magic it was. I asked it if my English teacher is an attractive person. It answered with yes. 

It was right. 

That was too personal for it to have such an answer. 

I then looked for pictures of my teacher. 

It had quite a few. It looked like the pictures, like the others, had been pulled straight from a phone. She even looked younger than she did in person, as though she had taken these pictures of herself when she had been my age. It was her though, no mistake about it. 

I asked for her records, credentials. I found out everything about this woman, right down to her social security.  

This thing knew everything. No matter what question I asked, no matter who it concerned. It had an answer. I had at my disposal, access to a data bank, containing everything. I found a list of future Presidents, what they would do, and when.  

I asked it what would happen tomorrow. 

It was right again. 

This went on for several days. I'll admit, I miss used that search engine. I had no idea what it was, and I didn't care. I hacked bank accounts, hacked the government to a small extent. Heck I even learned how to make just about any kind of bomb I wanted. I did whatever I wanted, having every bit of information at my disposal. This was, until it all back fired. 

I got home from school one day, and saw that my computer was already on. Think this was strange, I went over to it, and did what I usually did, clicked on the search bar. It didn't do what it usually did. It opened a chat window. I guessed it had to have been one of the developers, but in my heart I knew that couldn't have been true. Then my point was proven. It asked me a question for once. It asked me:

"You have one last question, punishment for misconduct. Use it well, type it here, and I will answer." 

The chat, no, the search, was talking to me. I knew that had to be what was happening, though I didn't know how. Though if what it said was true, then I only had one question, and I was addicted, so I had to make it a good question. 

I thought up what I considered to be the best question. "Is there a God?"

I regret ever asking. It said:

"I am now."

I watched as a box appeared, full of all of my past searches, pictures of everything I had looked at, and all of this compressed into one file, nicely tittled with my name, address, and information. This file only held evidence of specific people I had looked up, information on the government, including anything else incriminating. Like how to make bombs, and blue prints of the pentagon. I got curious okay? 

The box closed, then I watched as it was sent away. Emailed to just about everyone it concerned. All my friends, all my family. Potentially the government itself.

"Good bye." Was all the chat box had left to say before it too vanished.