[ TT ] The year is 2078 , and you 're a cyberbully . You go into other people 's computer simulations and beat the crap out of them .

`` Francis,'' the kid pleaded, making as if to edge back into his unicorn stable as I approached. `` Please man, quit picking on me! I did n't do anything to you!'' 
 
 I Hacked the doors as he tried to get in, sealing the entire building shut. The kid's back hit the wall and he gulped, his only avenue of escape gone. 
 
 `` Yeah, you did n't do anything to *me,'' * I sneered, `` but I felt I needed to stop by anyway. It's not my fault you ca n't sanitize your entrance code. If I do n't show you how important it is, who knows what could get in?'' 
 
 The miserable nerd's expression seemed to suggest he was already regretting his lack of computer knowledge, but he said nothing. `` Francis, I-'' 
 
 `` Cut the crap,'' I broke in. `` Your lunch credits. Now.'' 
 
 `` Th-this... this is robbery!'' he gasped, his pixels turning white. `` You ca n't do this!'' 
 
 `` Aw, what are you going to do?'' I crooned, giving him a shove with my impossibly long and muscled arm. `` Flag me? Go cry to an admin? They ca n't keep me out. Just cough up and I'll get out of your gay-ass little sim.'' 
 
 As if on cue a pair of pink pegasi flew past. I Hacked their heartbeats, and they fell instantly to the ground and exploded into clouds of exp. The kid's mouth dropped open. Chances were he did n't know the first thing about Hacking. I knew as a fact Pretty Pony Land was one of the default world builds included in the sim pack... not that I'd ever run it on my drive. Definitely not. 
 
 `` O-okay,'' the helpless nerd sputtered, his toolbox appearing out of thin air next to him. `` Let me just open up a transfer account...'' 
 
 `` I'm waiting,'' I said threateningly, tapping an enormous combat boot against the ground as I waited. `` Do n't make me get bored here. I'll wipe your data clean before you can say Twilight Sparkle.'' 
 
 The kid briefly glanced up, torn between fear and wonder. ``... you can do that?'' 
 
 I made as if to snap my fingers, and went quickly back to transferring the credits. `` Alright, alright! I believe you! Just do n't... Christ, man...'' 
 
 After a moment I heard a satisfying ding as a dozen credits went into my account, and I grinned. `` There you go. Now that was n't so hard, was it?'' 
 
 `` No, not at all Francis. I... I did what you said. Now will you...?'' 
 
 `` Go away?'' I cut in, rolling my eyes. `` Sure. You'd better have me more lunch credits tomorrow, or you can kiss Queer Horsey Land goodbye.'' 
 
 `` But-'' 
 
 I stomped my foot furiously into the ground, Hacking a distortion effect and replacing parts of the ground with *cracked_earth.png*. The world shook, and earthquake-like cracks spread out from where my powerful leg had pulverized the ground. 
 
 `` No!'' the kid whined, his voice frantic. `` Okay, okay, I'll get you the credits! This map took me *forever* to build!'' 
 
 `` Then pay your fees,'' I replied coldly. `` See you tomorrow, faggot.'' 
 
 I turned around, my long golden hair flapping in the wind, and Hacked a portal into thin air. I stepped through, and before long, was back to my own computer drive with access to my room. With a sigh, I transferred the new credits to physical chips and plugged back into reality. 
 
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 `` Francis,'' the bully sneered, putting a foot on my wheelchair and pushing it a few feet back. `` What did I tell you? You come back around here, I get your lunch credits. Hand'em over.'' 
 
 My wheelchair slid into the hard metal walls of the school, and the jolt hurt my bad back. I breathed in sharply, grabbing for my front shirt pocket for my inhaler and taking a deep whiff. 
 
 `` I have, your credits,'' I panted, fishing my other hand down into my bag. `` Right here. Twelve credits. See...'' 
 
 I held out the chips, which the huge bully snatched roughly out of my hand. `` There you go. Now that was n't so hard, was it?'' 
 
 `` No,'' I said helplessly, putting my head down and refusing to make eye contact. `` I'll get you more tomorrow...'' 
 
 `` That's right you will,'' he smirked, giving my chair another sharp kick for good measure. `` And do n't think about snitching to the teachers. They ca n't stop me.'' 
 
 `` Of course not... of course not...'' 
 
 The bully nodded, contented. After a moment, he and the couple of lackeys he had watching snickering a few yards away continued on their path. 
 
 `` See you tomorrow, faggot,'' he shot at me as he left. 
 
 `` I will...'' 
 
 Soon I was left alone in the hallway, still sucking on my inhaler as my lungs quivered and my heart pounded. Eventually I regained my breath just as a bell started ringing, making me feel a little better as I started rolling my chair in the direction of class. 
 
 At least I always had Computer Science.
