[ WP ] The world 's most powerful hacker , an insecure , but self-important teenager gets diagnosed with an incurable disease . He decides that if he is going down , he takes the world with him .

In a dark, musky room I'm sitting in a reclining swivel chair, intently browsing, double checking my last great code. There is an odor so deep within the chair's faded, stained orange cushion that whenever I shift, move any which way, an invisible plume of it is released into the air, which once used to cause me great discomfort, but I have long gotten used to my world, a world both chosen and given. This is what sparked my grand idea. I've worked meticulously, delicately on this project for the past 4 months. I have n't been given long to live. I do this because I was born a victim, brought into this world by parents not fit to take care of themselves alone. Co-dependent, escaping however they can. I've never commanded respect from people in the real world, and even as a website moderator, a front of sorts, I am laughed at. Not even my own virtual person is made to succeed. The omniscient goal of myself and those who I want to feel like I have felt is what has driven me, driven me to isolate in this dark basement bedroom. I have tried in the world and I have tried not. I am a victim, I have chosen not to be. With this cancer, I am victim once again, and haven chosen to make a choice one last time. 
 
 I have God-given intuition for that of computers and all that encompasses the online province and in providence I will speak His word. Unforgiving, all those who've sinned will pay penance. I am the Good Shepherd. 
 
 Over these final months I have created a code which will initially shutdown sewage treatment plants in the 12 most populous cities in the world. This will cause a global crisis never quite seen before. The code will hide and hibernate. A part of it will be found and eradicated but the rest will self-mutate before hand and wo n't be seen as anything other than something that is supposed to be right where it is. It will continuously do this. The code will be placed not in just 12 facilities, but 300 world wide. Every 6 months the mutated codes will activate, selecting 12 facilities at random to shutdown. It will create chaos: disease, decrepit standards of living, panic, uncertainty, the unknown of where will be next, how can it be stopped, can it be stopped. It ca n't be stopped. This is my masterpiece, flawless. 
 
 I sit slightly leaning backwards in my chair, becoming certain the code is right and ready. A fit of coughing comes about and I spit into my bloody Avengers rag, bloodied more. I curse this world. I never wanted to die, I just did n't know how to change my stars. I now know I never needed to change them, but instead to look into them and serve those residing. That is my purpose. 
 
 Another coughing bought, then a fit of annoyed rage. I slam my mallet like fist into the wooden computer desk, knocking over my Mountain Dew Voltage, it spilling over the side of the desk and onto the permanently soiled carpet. I let out a roar, angered beyond. I slam my fist down again. A knock on the door as it opens. It is my mother. 
 
 Is everything okay in here, pumpkin?, she asks. 
 
 I twist around in my chair, my sides stuck to the arm rests from adhesive sweat. 
 
 God mom, get out! And do n't come back unless it's to bring me hot pockets!, I yell at her. 
 
 She leaves and shuts the door, a fetor now existing in the air.
