A fictional Hacker story, in the same explanative tone as some sci-fi I had to read for class

Brothers in Arms

*BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP*

It's 5 O'clock. I snap back from gazing into nothingness and reach over for the mouse - wireless. I wouldn't have it any other way. There's an icon on my computer screen flashing up and down. It says "Email from CPUChAllEnGed". I double click it, and up pops a new window. My e-mail.

From: CPUChAllEnGed

To: SuicideKing

Subject: Brothers, to Arms!

Suicide,

We got a flamer posting a DDOS warning on his page. I've called in the Brotherhood for a meeting at 9 - we're meeting in CrackAttack0983. Password is SuzyQb459876. If any lamer or haxor owes you a favor, it's time to call it in. Get anyone you can who knows anything into that room. This is the big one, buddy. Please, be there - we need you.

~CPU

Instantly, I get to work. I pop open hundreds of files, and begin reading.

Die of an Intel 80486DX2 microprocessor (actual si...

An Intel i486DX2-66 Microprocessor, top view.

Computer Security

DDOS attacks are no picnic. I need to be ready by 9 o'clock, and I know that when CPU says that they'll need me, it's serious stuff.

Let me start a bit earlier. I am a hacker. To be more specific, I am a cracker. I sneak into large, protected software files, and, using the futuristic equivalent of a lock pick, I open some doors, and remove some locks, thereby unlocking the software.

I crack under the handle SuicideKing. In card-playing mythology, the King of Hearts' picture shows a sword in his left hand, but the end of it is sticking through his head. Thus, it appears that the King is committing suicide, thereby being known as the Suicide King. I like my name - it's original enough that no one else has it, and mysterious enough that it provides a mask which I can don...