[ WP ] Humans have perfected the person/computer interface , allowing you to download skills and knowledge instead of going through traditional schooling . Lacking the necessary funds , you decide to bootleg the skill you 've been wanting .

‘ I fucked up ’ were the first words that came to mind as I stared in horror at my monitor. I should have known that something was fishy. The site “ Mindwire ” promised dozens of tuition courses, all of them supposedly free. Believing this was my worst mistake. 
 
 The rest of my friends got there neurodutament courses and the prestigious Oxford College of The Mind. However hailing from a poorer background ( we only have 5 TB internet speed ) the cheaper the better. It was through this thought process that after a couple of internet searches I stumbled upon this site. It looked like it was straight out of the classical era. Links all over the place, not an impulse port in sight. That was however until I discovered that hidden among the links and the threads, there was a sister site dedicated to the neurogear. 
 
 Upon clicking this the first thing it asked me was to confirm whether or not I was a Robot. I thought this was rather archaic, considering robots have been getting increasingly more rights thanks to activists. Although this still didn ’ t deter me, so after ticking the box I was created by a picture of a smiling man with the caption. “ Before you can learn these courses you must first submit to our mandatory classes ”. I was already desperate for tuition so I just clicked away and inserted the neurogear. 
 
 It ’ s been 5 hours since then and I still have no idea what those extra lessons were. I ’ m worried that I ’ m going to do something, hurt someone and it scares me. Everything else is working as intended, I can now do perfect calculus and my English is on point. It ’ s just the extra 10GBs of uncounted for neuroinformation. 
 
 The graduation ceremony is tomorrow, well the ceremony only exists as tradition. Basically the teachers just shake your hand and give you pointers about the real world. But I ’ m scared. I ’ m scared of going because I dread what of what I might know.
