Pleased with the coming day, Jim arrived for work early and even had time to enjoy a cup of coffee while he read the morning paper. There, his day shifted to a darker note as the headlines jumped out in bold print, "Computer Terrorists Attempt Take-Over."
Worry for the moment shadowed his personal joy. His father's work was in question if such things became known to the public too soon. It was for that same reason, his family had left Maryland on such short notice. Jim's mother felt duty bound to stand by her husband, and he had not wanted to leave her alone while his dad worked away from home, sometimes for up to twenty hours a day.
Now, after finding a new home, a job and, more importantly, a friend he wanted to build a greater relationship with. . . If things turned out as they had in Baltimore, they would be on the move once again.
"I know Dad's work is important," Jim mumbled sadly, failing to recapture the joy of his lunch date later. "I just wish I could tell someone about it."
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Media Design was the one class Rachel felt would keep her from graduating. Seeking a degree in Art was a stretch for her, always in love with the subject, she had never known there was so much to learn. With the everyday work she could pair up with her brother, Timothy, but today's test was getting the better of her.
Building her own web design template would not be so hard, if she didn't have to load it to the computer herself. Tim knew computers and could do the program work in seconds, but this was her class and her test to complete.
The task was easy enough, creating a dual color background, with header, footer, multi-column page spacing, and text size overlay for each. Simple, she knew what she wanted and had done it all before, but today her mind could not keep the distractions at bay long enough to concentrate.
Three times now, she had added the wrong graph-codex and nearly ruined the page altogether. First with the colors, then the columns above the header line. Now, this latest mistake, deleting the whole work page.
Head out of the clouds, girl, Rachel wanted to scream, sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
Again she began typing it out from the first line: background page size, then color, border width and secondary color, header height with third color trim and font size, multi-columns with first word font variant then second size continuous. . .
As with the last time, here it changed as Rachel began adding the text to show her work. Once the page was set, her subconscious seemed to step in, slip her back to the beginning of class to the newspaper her friend had sent in with her brother.
Still worried that she was getting into a relationship without all the facts, her neighbor had seen fit to send the article about hackers attacking the city's Utility Works computer. She had even highlighted the part where this odd group came from out of state, and their other crimes. And this because her new friend came from the same general location.
Rachel shook her head free of the thought, only to see the paper's headlines typed out once more on her class work, "Cyber-Terrorists Sought for Murders."
Again, as she tried to delete the offending text, the whole page vanished from her screen. This time she did scream in her frustration– loudly.
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