[ WP ] You are a world renowned programmer and you have finally finished the secret program you have been working on for years , The Skeleton Key , it 's an undectable , untracable , unstoppable electronic key that can open any electronic device . What do you do with it

I laughed uncontrollably. I was right all along. I had told them for years and years and no one would listen to me. The barbs and taunts that I had been hearing over the years had blurred with the well meaning advice a long time ago and in truth I never really saw the difference between them. There were only those who doubted my theory and they were all the same to me irrespective of whether it was mocking, outright blunt cynicism, genuine skepticism or unrelated inquiries about my sanity. No one had taught me humility when I was growing up and for that I was grateful. 
 
 I held the device in my right hand as if i was holding nothing more significant than my car key. I gave it a light twirl around my index finger and caught it on the third loop. I had to give it a name. I wondered whether I should name it after myself and call it the Sanghi Key. But I knew that would be wrong. This was a piece of work that was going to transcend my name and my legacy. Governments the world over would be fighting to get their hands on it. Defense contractors would try and steal credit for it of course. Not that I was going to let any of that happen. 
 
 But the name had to be bigger than me, it had to be something symbolic and it had to be something that the world would relate to and remember. It hit me like a bolt of lightning. I would call this `` *the skeleton key*''. 
 
 It may not have been the most original name, but it certainly was the most appropriate and since I was thinking about the most powerful weapon since the A-bomb, propriety was very important. 
 
 It was time to test this thing out. I wanted to see first hand how far I could go with it. 
 
 I went to the nearest ATM and withdrew cash. From my own account. Using my own PIN and my own card. It was easy to get carried away, but I would n't have been able to live with myself if the first thing that I used the Skeleton Key for was to rob some poor old schmuck of all the hard work that they had put in. Or at least all the shit that they took from people around them at any rate. 
 
 But that did n't mean I was n't entitled to have some fun. Two streets away, there was a wedding happening. I did n't know the couple, but it was a safe guess that they were tired of being onstage and smiling at every passer by who wished them a happy future. The street outside the wedding hall was filled with cars. Expensive cars and cheap cars. Blue, red and black cars. Each of the cars had its own unique alarm system. What a noise it created when all of them went off simultaneously!!! 
 
 It was deafening from where I was standing and counting my change, so I can only speculate as to how terrible it must have been if you were an unfortunate guest. The street emptied out and people flocked in the direction of the noise to see what was happening. It felt odd being the only person who was actually walking away from all of it. But then I had been the type who went against the crowd for most of my life. In retrospect, I suppose that raucous was like my war cry. The awakening of a mighty beast that all of Earth's so called geniuses had dismissed as nonsense. 
 
 The beast was real and was now well and truly awake. And I was the puppet master pulling it's strings. I had a place to be. It was time for a meeting with the men who ran the place. 
 
 I stuck my left hand out and waited for a taxi to notice me. Soon enough one did and when I got in, he asked me where to. 
 
 `` The Airport'' I answered him. He nodded and we sped away. At the end of the street as we took a turn, a lovely red Enzo caught both our attention. `` I would've taken that one'' I remarked to the driver, `` but unfortunately, I've been so busy since I was 10 that I have had no time to learn how to drive.'' He looked at me as if I had said something really amusing. 
 
 While on my way to the airport, I used the key to scrape a single mileage point from the list of the top 500 most frequent flyers of Jet Airways and transferred them to my name. I then used it to book a flight to Washington - where the big boys lived and played. 
 
 I got down and paid the cabbie who took my money, but felt the need to tell me I was not heading in the right direction for the arrivals. I told him I was flying myself. He muttered something about crazy people and drove off to find his next customer. 
 
 I collected my boarding pass and proceeded to security without a problem. When I was being patted down, the security agent pulled out the Skeleton Key. My heart felt like it was being squeezed as he held it in his hands and asked me what it was. In a matter of seconds I had gone from king of the world, to beggar at an airport. The sight of him holding the last two decades of my life in his hand and asking asinine questions about it was a lot for me to take. I began to sweat, and my misery must have shown on my face, because in the end he gave it back to me after accepting an explanation about what an advanced cell phone it was. 
 He laughed as he said `` As long as it ca n't blow things up, I'm okay with it.'' 
 
 I did n't feel the need to point out to him that it could in fact blow a lot of things up. I could in principle as soon as he gave it back to me have caused the next airplane to land 50 feet away from where it was supposed to. 
 
 I began to realize that I had as much to worry about now than I did just a few hours ago. 
 
 TO BE CONTINUED 
 
 

