Spectrum

9.1: Purple

Pt. 9/10: Purple

purple

[pur-puh l] 

noun

1. any color having components of both red and blue

2.cloth or clothing of this hue, especially as formerly worn distinctively by persons of imperial, royal, or other high rank.

3. the rank or office of a cardinal.

4. the office of a bishop.

5. imperial, regal, or princely rank or position.

6. deep red; crimson.

 

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Darkness enveloped the teen's room as the sun slowly slipped behind the billowing dark clouds of night. Her face was lit up, however, with the glow of a screen; lines of code flew down the black surface; headphones the color of rich purple wine covered her ears. The house was empty except for her, for both of her parents were out, most likely partying on opposite sides of town, each thinking that the other was at home, taking care of their teenage daughter. She was under house arrest, after being caught illegally trafficking music and other various types of media. However, it was a way of making money, and so she had found a way around it:

Instead of hacking into artist's albums and stealing their music, she was hacking into a bank. Not a large one, just the small little unprofessional bank downtown, one that - even though it was not big - still retained a large amount of money, an amount that could pay for her college tuition for years. Even though the police in her town kept an eye on her, they didn't keep a close enough eye on her to notice her latest scheme - the town was simply too small for them - they soon grew bored with every little case.

A curse came out of her mouth as a small warning came up on her screen, a firewall preventing her entrance to the bank's security and therefore its files. Not hard cash, but credit card numbers she could use to technologically drain their accounts of all money. Every firewall has a small hole, or in this case a rather large one, due to the fact that the bank had just recently put in their security and still didn't understand how it worked. Then, her eyebrows furrowed in a 'v' formation, a smile growing on her face as thin long fingers flew across the keys of her laptop that she had saved up for months to buy. A beep sounded out on the computer, and a purple screen, one of victory, one that only she could identify as a hue, popped up on the monitor. She was in. Numbers in sets of fours and threes flew across the screen, downloading onto the computer's hard drive, numbers that would pay the bills and tuition for years. 

That was the funny thing about numbers; they could either be a blessing or a curse that would send even the smartest man into the deepest depths of insanity. Money, for example, could be a blessing to the poor man, but then upon receiving too much, they could go mad with a lust for power that they believe can only be bought with currency, not with intelligence. However, take the same poor man, and take what little money he has away from him,and he could wither away from hunger or thirst. 

Power, too, is quite an interesting thing; it can give us life and take our lives away. Our society nowadays is completely dependent on power, electricity that fuels our lights and our cell lines. However, power within a human being,can make them too strong and give them this delusion that they can kill, murder, and maim without consequence. This is what causes terrorists, people who believe they have a point and wish to prove it through meaningless violence. Power is a disease, a volatile aspect that we cannot avoid.