Novel & Cerita Nerd Behind Computer

‘I’m tempted to call it Hal — though I hope it’ ll mever take it upon itself to be rebellious. ‘Computers can’t think. They’re only as good as their programmers,’ Karen reminded him sedately, seating herself in the operator’s chair, which was upholstered in chocolate-brown leather. It had hydraulic lift and swivelled at a touch. ‘Nice,’ she added, feeling the upholstery squish beneath her bottom and drag the seam of her pants tighty between her pouting pussy lips. She savoured the piquant smell of the top-quality animal hide. ‘We're on the Net.’ Tony perched on a corner of the desk, one leg swinging lazily, the other braced on the Turkish carpet. ‘And we can link up with any library or unive

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

I tried to ignore the prying eyes of my schoolmates as I stuffed all the books and files into my bag and closed my locker. Still, people wouldn’t quit staring and me, acting as a nerd, has no power in changing that because I’m expected to be weak, voiceless and a pushover. Not saying that’s what nerds are, honestly, nerds are awesome but these bitches are just too bitchy to even consider it. I have always tried my best to not draw attention towards me or anything which obviously hasn’t been working. It’s like I’m a retarded, walking, sparkling, rainbow colored dolphin. Okay, maybe not that much but you get the idea.

Alex POV It is 11:34 in the evening and I am still up, searching cute lingerie sets. It's just so addictive. As I'm searching, I hear keys rattling and the door opening. For a second there I thought somebody was breaking in, but why would they have keys. Idiot. Mason comes into view and I shut my laptop really fast. I get up and collect my stuff before dashing for my bedroom, before I was stopped. "Hey, you ok?" He asks

"Jas-" "Shut up!" He yells back, pushing his silver locks back from his face out of frustration. "First of all, what you just did was completely idiotic and dumb. What if something had happened to you? You have your brain to think, right, Ms. Gracie Nerd Rose? How about you USE it?!"

With a sense of purpose, I extended my hand, fingers poised to touch the keyboard, connecting with the remnants of forgotten technology. Lucian stood beside me, his eyes brimming with curiosity, following my every move. With a determined focus, I scanned the keyboard, searching for the power button amidst the sea of keys. My fingertips hovered over the worn surface, feeling for any irregularities. A surge of excitement coursed through me as I located the familiar shape of the power symbol. Pressing down gently, I waited with bated breath, hoping for a response. The soft click beneath my touch was a reassuring sign of life. The computer stirred, its fans humming to life, and the monitors flic

I have to move fast if he's on the other computer. Not even a day into working in this room, I'm amazed by him and his brain! How can he be this smart? He moves around... typing in code, then programming and designing, then moving again to other systems. So everything is done at the same time. Why doesn't he do them one by one? His concentrated face looks tense. His eyes stare straight at the computer, and his hands sometimes squeeze a rubber ball that seems to be for calm therapy. I had to be alert when he move and immediately do a backup.

Jack asked. "It's number seven on a phone keypad!" Zoe said, and they looked at her like she was crazy. Andre took a moment to figure it out and said, "She's right! Check one of those button phones, and you will see!" "Yes, you are correct!" said the hacker. "The next question is: What is an alien's favorite place on a computer?" "The space bar," Zoe said immediately. "Correct again," said the hacker. "The last riddle: Why did the computer wear glasses?"

I added and Avery nodded quickly beside me. “Well, it could be a minor technical issue,” Avery said as she rested an arm over my shoulder. “He could probably help fix it.” She glanced at Enzo, then quickly looked at me. “Nick is a computer engineering student,” she added with a nervous smile. “And a smart one too, right Nick?” Enzo kept his eyes on me for a moment. “It started with software glitches,” he said. “Then it wouldn't turn on.“ I nodded and bent closer to check the computer.

I didn’t lose my v-card until I was a junior in college, and I haven’t had a date in the last six months. But, seriously… there’s an awful lot of nerds who spend departmental meetings just staring at my chest. What really pisses me off is they don’t take me seriously. That is, until I school their ass by rewriting their crappy code in under five minutes. Then they usually mutter something rude under their breath and walk away. So. Pretty computer chick. Introverted. Works for a big online security firm as a forensic data analyst. Game of Thrones. Cupcakes. Occasionally goes to see hair metal parody bands.