Nerd Behind Computer Novels & Stories

He is teaching us what he knows, he really is very good. I point at Nick. “That one over there, the dark one with the glasses, is his cousin, Nick. He handles the technology, he is a master at the keyboard. He creates our profiles for us, takes care of the cameras and hacks the entire internet if necessary, he knows everything about everyone, he can look up any information if he has a laptop and the internet. Nobody hides from Nick. Basically, he's the camera monkey from Toy Story, if he catches you, you spend the night in the box.

He plugged in the wires and began typing code rapidly. "Where the hell is the socket?!" he muttered in frustration. I pointed below the computer, and he nodded in acknowledgement. Plugging the wire into the socket, he leaned back as the computer screen flickered with green codes. A loading window appeared, spinning round and round as it processed the information.

I loved that I was giving him the perfect delight. "Okay," he said as he drew back his cock. "I think we have to plug this device into a different port. That's what you're going to need." "Yes," I groaned, my eyes flicking over the oblivious boys and girls that had no idea I was about to be fucked up the ass by the nerdy computer science teacher. He might have thick glasses and be balding, but he had an impressive input device.

"You've got like four computers running, and you're always on them... And won't let anyone see your screen, what are you doing?" He paused briefly, but didn't say anything, neither did he look my way. Then he continued, as if he didn't hear me. Relentless, I pressed. "Let me guess, a coder for hire?" His brows knitted like he was offended, but he said nothing. I smiled, finding the expression funny. I racked my brain for possible things he could be doing with multiple computers. I was suddenly reminded that this very house was in a secluded area, one wouldn't find it easily. If it wasn't for his lit bulb, I wouldn't have found it either. Could it be...

--- ### The Crack in the Screen "You can't break this level, Kaima," the boy-voice said, but now it had a hundred echoes. "I am the **End-User**. Beyond me, there is only the 'Developer.' And the Developer is a **Ghost**." The violet light hit the walls of the kitchen. The walls didn't fall. They **Peeled**. Behind the lavender-scented kitchen, I saw a dark room. A single computer chair. A desk covered in empty soda cans. And a man, slumped over the keyboard, his face hidden by a hoodie.

I could see every detail of my body, from the tiniest freckles to the strands of hair on my head. In the corner of the room, there was a large computer that looked more like a supercomputer than any computer I had ever seen before. It hummed softly, and I could hear the fans whirring as it processed vast amounts of data. There was a keyboard and a mouse on the desk, but I couldn't see a monitor. It seemed like the computer was controlling everything in the room, from the machines attached to me to the monitors on the wall.

The man, who I now know as Gregor, has got a no-melanin skin which differentiate his skin colour from the rest of the people in the room. "I, I don't understand what's wrong with this computer. I'm almost done with my book, but now that I logged into the folder that I kept half the whole thing, I can't find it. I uploaded it to the cloud, but the computer won't work for me to access it. Oh, good lord. I can't lose it." He breaks down, falling back into his chair. "And where is our guy?" Our guy? "The fool's not here. I still don't understand how he even got to be here. There are lots of..."

Aeon squinted his eyes as he reached for the piece of board and started tapping at it, the clicking sound making my ears tingle. “It will take a little bit longer if we focused on the books, though I stand with how reliable and precise they are, we simply have too little to no time if we use them. Sometimes, I have to trust technology for it is very convenient working with it.” He turned his eyes back to the board, still clicking on them. “What’s this called?” “Oh! You haven’t seen–right–I forgot, silly me.” He straightened from his seat and beckoned for me, “This is a desktop computer.”

He looked incredibly nervous, and he kept bouncing his knee under his desk. He did not pick up the office phone to cancel my afternoon meetings with the legal team. He pulled his computer keyboard closer to the edge of his desk and started typing at a frantic pace. I frowned and leaned forward in my chair to get a better view of his computer monitor. My wolf pushed to the surface of my mind, demanding to know what held the human's attention so strongly. I focused my vision on the bright screen, and the small text became perfectly clear to me. Jett opened a secured web browser and typed lines of code into a black terminal window.

He push my feet off his desk. "No promises, Mr. Taylor." I put my feet back up and he sighed. The door open and Ms. Samuels walked back in with a kid almost too close to her, it's hard to see his face because his head was down with his dirty blonde hair, but you could see he had on glasses, the nerdy ones and he had on a hoodie that had the word 'Cody' designed into the front. I kept my eyes on him the whole time just wanting to see his face.