Hacker
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Eliza Harpsworth. A normal teenage girl, a teen writer, who published under the pseudonym "Delta." That's a lie. (Reloading....) "Delta" is more like the name on criminal lists, and in commercials, promising rewards for her find. Not for theft. For hacking. Eliza has not grudge to settle with the government, she was not driven by revenge, more out of boredom and a need to survive. Until Project Reagan happened. (Reloading...) Not many survive against The Celestial or The Archangel. No one will live when they join forces. Eliza fights to stop the project, but also for acceptance (in more ways than one). After all, a computer can only re-calibrate so many times before it crashes. Trying to change your own programming is harder than it looks. (Reloading...) After all, reloading just brings back the same page over and over again. (Reloading...) **Error ******************************** WARNING: THIS BOOK DOES CONTAIN PROFANITIES AND SUGGESTIVE REMARKS/COMMENTS, AND GORE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED OR UNCOMFORTABLE BY ANY OF THESE TOPICS!!!! ***************************************************** #44 in "Hacker" out of 381 stories as of 11/15/18
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