His hands flew over the keyboards, one
on each, macros and command lines firing out into the void. He used
to tell his friends he worked in computers before people got savvy
about it; how he tells everyone is a consultant, a word so bland as
to mean nothing at all. Politician is another such word, and Dave
does admit to sending spam emails but even he
has standards.
The
macbook pro pinged up a notice. A reply to the offer of a vacation in
the Maldives, but the name was familiar. He paused to get coffee,
instructing his computer out loud to search for that name. Proper
voice activation cost money, but money was not an issue: spam emails
existed because people responded. In Dave's experience a sucker
wasn't born every minute as much as every kilobyte of data.
His
coffee didn't grow cold – he was a professional, after all, if only
in a profession most found morally abhorrent – but the list that
scrolled down the screen gave him a moment's pause. She – he'd
decided the other person was a she (you can make of this what you
will) – hadn't replied to every spam, no. But every one about a
vacation, with comments about her husband, hurling his credit card at
the internet as if daring someone like Dave to sink into it.
He
hadn't when it first came up, expecting a trap, and it had fallen off
the radar. Now he wasn't as certain, and more sad than anything else.
He checked the balance on his swiss bank account twice, wired money
into another account. It didn't happen often, that the spam emails
were real, but enough for urban legend. Enough for people to sink
more time into them. He normally didn't make it a whole vacation, but
in the face of such hope he felt half-compelled to answer it.
He
thought he understood the high God must get on answering a prayer as
he hit the enter key and put money in her account with the dates of
the flight he had booked. Then he turned back to the other screens
and bombarded yahoo email accounts with offers of free televisions
for filling out a simple virus-laced survey.
It
never occurred to Dave to think that such a thing would let him
understand the Devil as well.
Very nice. :D
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This was awesome, Alcar!
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