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How would you have felt if your parents geared all your toys toward learning? Or even worse, if you were given additional homework to keep you out of trouble because you got bored at school. Would you be happy? Not me, that’s for sure.
Now, I cherished those times. It was my parents’ gift to me. Who cared about children who made fun of me because of it? I would choose to speak weirdly over those nobodies anytime, any day.
My passion for computers, however, didn’t come from my parents. It was purely and strictly mine.
The first time my mother showed me what a computer could do, it felt like I found my calling.
They were easy, rational, and they made sense to me. There was a beauty to it that very few people saw, and we understood each other because it spoke to me (granted, it did so with codes and numbers instead of human dialects, but you get the point).
I must have read thousands of books and websites on the subject. But it wasn’t until I happened upon Milovic Kant’s underground book on computer coding that a lightbulb went off in my head, and my life tilted on its axis.
In it, the man explained a virtual world existed in parallel to ours, and power resided in the hands of those who controlled it.
So here I was, about to try my hand at breaking one of the most sophisticated systems in the world.
I accessed Winthrop Financials’ mainframe and smiled when the sweetest words on this earth appeared on my screen.
Please enter your ID and password.
You see, my mother taught me an important lesson that day.
Human lie, they leave you, and hurt you.
But computers? They never do.
