Money for Nothing and your Kicks for Free. Part 3 (standard:mystery, 554 words) [3/3] show all parts
Author: jenne64	Added: Jan 22 2001	Views/Reads: 2800/0	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
As Anne tossed and turned that evening soemone else was busy working...

Chapter 3 

While Anne was tossing and turning in the early hours of the morning.
Mark Davies was hunched over his keyboard. His eyes scrutinizing the 
screen with such intensity that they appeared to glow. 

A wry smile spread across his face. The indigo blue circles under his
eyes wrinkled making them appear bigger than they actually were. His 
tongue ran full circle over his cracked lips, a sure sign that he had 
discovered what he sought. 

“Stupid bitches. Stupid fucking bitches the fucking lot of them, eh
Merlin.” He muttered triumphantly to the small black and white cat that 
lay curled on the only other piece of furniture in the small room, a 
bed. The scruffy ball of fur shot him a disdainful glance at being 
disturbed. 

“Another sucker. Whoopee! Come to Daddy Baby.” 

A familiar sound filled the hollow room. The whoosh of a file being
transferred between two PC’s. 

Mark’ eyes followed the little red line as it expanded across the
screen, his expression that of an excited child on their birthday. He 
watched as the line faltered just as a car does when it approaches an 
amber light, the driver unsure whether the light will turn red or 
green. Mark willed the driver to keep going. Instead it stopped at red. 


Mark slammed his fist down onto the desk, releasing a small cloud of
dust that caused him to cough. 

“Shit. That wasn’t very clever, now was it?” He sat back and pondered
the problem for a second, “Ok then let’s try this one.” 

Marks hands deftly moved across the keyboard until finally he hit the
send button with all the flourish of a concert pianist. 

The truth was the PC was his instrument, a finely tuned one, one that he
played with frightening accuracy. Mark understood every pitch, every 
chord the machine could produce. He lived to play his instrument. The 
Internet was no longer just a toy to him, now it was a habit. He was an 
Internet junkie in the true sense of the word. 

By day he was just Mark Davies, a misfit, the original Mr Nobody, but at
night when he returned home from work and switched on his lifeline, he 
became someone. 

In the virtual world he inhabited every evening, his best friend was
Bill Gates, without whom none of his achievements to date would have 
been possible. On the Internet he could be anyone he wished. Some 
evenings he would be a police officer, other evenings a construction 
worker, and sometimes he was both but he was never Mr Nobody. People 
sat and listened when he talked through the keyboard, unlike in real 
life, where no one paid him any heed. 

“Come on baby, take the bait. You know you want to see it.” He ran his
fingers through his dark hair, watching the screen, willing the 
transfer to succeed. Again the red line expanded. This time it went 
straight from red to green and didn’t falter once. 

He imagined the face of it’s recipient as she opened the picture that
she had just received. He sat and waited for the message that he knew 
would follow: 

Oh, what a beautiful cat. He’s so sweet. Etc, etc. 

“God women are so fucking predictable, eh Merlin.” He commented before
beginning his work in earnest... 


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