Young Writers Society

Disclaimer: I know nothing of hacking or anything like that, so feel free to correct me!

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Triah smiled to herself as she sat back down at the station. She had received a message on her back frequency about a fight between the Guvs and the Rebels on the N2/NE1 border. She pulled her laptop towards her and pulled up the satellite image of that area. Sure enough, the two patrols were fighting each other. It was always the same. There were about ten people fighting hand-to-hand and four others protecting the fighters' backs with guns. Seven people on each side.

Suddenly, in the bushes next to the fight, Triah saw two small, pale faces staring at the fight. Kids. Not any older than ten, they had no place in this world of violence. She pinpointed the SOS frequency to the area of the fight and flicked it on at the same time as her mike. Sighing, she sent the signal. She hadn't wanted to get involved and expose herself but she had no choice. She didn't want to be responsible for two children being hurt.

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On the N2/NE1 border, Cam a Rebel soldier was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to fire at the enemy, which he knew from experience would never arrive. The fights between the two groups always ended in a stalemate. But still he waited. At his hip, his radio crackled...then burst into the SOS signal. All of the fighters instinctively froze to listen to listen.

"Stop fighting, you idiots!" a girl's voice yelled from the radio. "Oh, wait, you already have. Right... Before you start fighting again, let the two kids in the bushes next to you run away." Two heads popped up from the bushes.

"Thank you, Triah!" They yelled before running away.

"Good. Just so you know, I think you're all imbeciles for fighting. Ciao!" The SOS signal rang out again then everything fell silent. The soldiers looked at each other perplexed. Wheat had just happened?

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In her bunker, Triah was laughing her head off. The look on those soldiers' faces when she had stopped broadcasting! They were so confused they hadn't even started fighting again. It had been totally worth the risk. Risk had never stopped her. That was how she had become one of the top Techno-heads. She had hijacked a G8 summit on the dangers of Techno-heads. She leaned back in her chair and remembered...

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She had just turned nine and was already a pretty well known Techno-head. Soon she was going to become famous. It was going to be the biggest, most daring stunt ever, with Techno-heads from all over the the world joining in, and she was going to lead them. She was so excited. Her laptop was ready and everyone ha connected to the Techno-cam, a multi-user web-cam that had been made especially for the occasion.

On her screen, the President of the USA stood up. Triah launched into action, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she bypassed the summit's firewalls and defences. She opened a clear path to the central computer and strengthened it with her own defences. No one would be able to shut them down. On the screen the President was enthusing.

"They are corrupting the world's youth!"

"Wrong!" sang Triah as she finished connecting. Her picture had appeared on one of the eight screen-walls of the meeting room. The room it's self was in uproar. The Jackers (anti-hackers), who hadn't noticed her attack, were now trying to stop her broadcast and just bouncing off of her defences.

"Hello Mr and Mrs World Leaders!" Triah called out "This is just a friendly broadcast, so please ask your Jackers to stop attacking my defences. The alerts on my headphones are giving me a headache." Her voice was so little-girl innocent that they gave the order without even thinking. There was no point, the Jackers had already given up. Triah's defences were too strong. "Good!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "There were two purposes to this visit. Firstly, you need to tighten your computer security. Imagine if I had been a terrorist. What precious files could have been lost? It only took me ten second to get through your firewalls." The President gaped at her.

"B-but you're a k-kid!" he stuttered.

"I'm nine, not a kid. It took me so long to get the program started, tragic isn't it?" She smiled sweetly. "Anyway, the second reason is to reply to what you said. We got you're script a few weeks ago and didn't like it. Too pejorative. We want to give you something to think about, a reason to not publicly spread slander about us.

You said that we are corrupting the world's youth, the world's future generations." On the other wall-screens, something flashed. "Well, you're wrong." Another flash. "We are the world's youth." The screens flashed again then the image stayed on the screens. Hundreds, maybe thousands of faces framed with headphones stared at the world leaders. All young, all defiant, all Techno-heads. "We are the future." Triah stated before suddenly ending the broadcast leaving the screens blank... and the meeting room in pandemonium. No one could find the footage of the broadcast anywhere

The world had seen a nine year old break through the best computer defences in the world without any apparent effort. Everyone knew that Techno-heads existed. They were famous. Triah was a legend. Unforgettable.

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Her mind back in the present; Triah sighed happily. Unforgettable. a Techno-head Legend. Her new codename. A year of happiness and and audacious hacking. Then the Third World War had started and all that had ended.

Suddenly, the governments had been on their side, wanting their help to destroy other governments and the Techno-heads had been split in two. Those who wanted to help and those who thought that the Techno-heads should stay neutral as they always had. Friends became enemies and no one trusted anyone. That was the first year of the war. The second year was no different. Then in the year, Techno-heads started disappearing. Everyone quickly realised that one of them was selling out the others. And the others weren't coming back from where they had been taken. Computers were being hacked directly from the Techno-head site, the location of the the owner taken before any defences could stop the attack. The person was fast. As fast as Triah in fact. Their way of hacking was exactly like Triah's too. So much so that people that people started to accuse her of being the attacker, despite her completely neutral status. Thirteen was too young for world politics. Triah tried everything to get rid of the attacker. Everything she could think of. Nothing worked. Then she was the only Techno-head left. Four years after it had stated, WW3 ended and she was her name. Legend.