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...on the way there I’ll tell you about a hilarious prank my friend Jake played on three sisters a while back, oh my god, laugh? We almost cried!

Alright, let’s go! It isn’t far away, fifteen minutes traffic depending. So, my friend Jake is a real whizz with computers. He could hack the pentagon if he wanted to but he doesn’t think an orange jumpsuit would flatter his complexion. Anyway, we know these sisters who live in the same apartment complex, their Dad bought them one each when they were little and rented them out until they were grown up, now they live there with no mortgages, just strata fees. Can you believe that? So lucky...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2015.

Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by Daisy.

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Jake got a bunch of news footage and doctored it and sent it direct to each sister’s computer so it would look like the real news. Anyway, sister one’s news was all positive, heroic firefighters and such. The sister two got a multiple murder, footage of terrorists, complex financial information and a story of a talking budgie who made the elderly happy. The third sister got news full of only war, terrorism and grisly murders. All of them had been followed by make-up and clothing commercials. Then Jake arranged to take all of us for lunch. Sister one was in a very positive mood, she was reflecting on how her life could be improved and some community work the news had inspired her to think about. Sister three wanted to talk about the state of the world, she was upset, depressed even, hardly touching her coffee. Sister two was quite flat, smiling, but in that way that told you her mind was elsewhere. She ordered more than she normally would, a sweet dessert too. Then she wanted to go shopping. She’d seen some advert for a new make-up and she wanted some. It wasn’t in her budget this week but what the hell, she could get blown up tomorrow so why not spend it all now? I asked sister two what was wrong and she rounded on me angrily. Even Jake was surprised. He had expected her to talk about what she’d seen and then he was going to confess and they’d laugh about it. But the second sister didn’t even know what was wrong with her. Her mind had been traumatized, but surrounded by such trivia she wasn’t able to process it appropriately. So instead her confused mind had latched on to the adverts, at least they made sense - she could buy things to be happy...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2015.

Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by Daisy.

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Leaning back in frustration, the hacker let some glittering beads of sweat trickle down her forehead. She stared at the contrasting white pixels against black as if all the URLs and fragments of code clogged the gears of her mind. Although the overheated laptop scorched her laps and the jungle of algorithms played a laser show on her glasses, she held her breath to concentrate as if her life depended on it. The hacker's eyes combed the monitor in search of a bug, moving from side to side rapidly like the eyes of a dreaming person but wide open. Nothing could be heard in the stuffy apartment but the violent beating of fingers against a keyboard and the increasingly unbearable spin of the CPU cooler fan. In the air, the scent of coffee and hot electronics was replaced by sweat. The tension and suspense solidified. Suddenly, a hysteric laughter broke out in triumph. With a hesitant click, she transferred the contents of fifty bank accounts of naive strangers into hers and celebrated her brand new wealth with a bottle of champaign. A guilty smile bloomed over her seemingly innocent face...

By botond, August 6, 2015.