I met up with my writer’s group last night for the first time since August.
We tried this new writing prompt we got off Reddit of all places. It turned out to be super fun:
Write about something you don’t understand. No research allowed!
We came up with our own topics.
It had to be something that at least one of us knew something about, so we could “vet” our stories, so to speak.
I got the task of writing about Hacking a Bank. These unedited results are deliciously awful (as expected):
Her palms were cold and sweaty. She rubbed them on her pant legs with a rough one-two and then her fingers resumed their frenzy on the keyboard. The encoder showed a flowing stream of lined code, invisible zeros and ones working behind her complex algorithm.
It was a couple weeks since she came across the idea of hacking a bank. At first, it was just jokes around the lunch table with her coder buddies. But she realized they were on to something and began secretly working on her side project in the evenings.
She drafted up a program that could penetrate the firewall in Goliath National Bank’s VLAN network.
Hah, idiots! she thought.
They only had one VLAN and the encryption, as she quickly discovered, was minimally secure. All she had to do was crack the firewall enough to access the Head of IT’s local files. She cloaked her signal and downloaded the files to her computer.
Now she had access to the bank’s international transfer codes.
She swiped any trace of her presence clean with a tap, tap, tap of her keyboard. She was sitting on a goldmine of information.
Ones and zeros soon to become dollars and cents.