Red Box
Box 12: The People Die Everyday
"Why are you doing this, Dim?!"
My mother's question stuck in my mind, as well as being a mystery to myself.
Actually, when did it all start?
“Dimas!” reprove Dad.
I was still silent, as usual putting my face down. His tone had not been that high for a long time.
This is a sign of a tragedy of raging, if they do not hinder. I understand how much she hates this; seeing mother is sad.
“You can be exposed to KDRT demands, when doing this, sir!” lerai an officer, hurriedly entered the room.
Dad still raised his hand, but finally managed to hold back the emotions. He just turned around, then left.
Before leaving the room, he left a message that opened my eyes wide.
“Dad disappointed in you!”
That’s a big news!
All this time I was thinking; he never expected anything from me. My grades, my relationships, my life, even later when I decided to lock myself up, I never saw him care.
The job for him remains number one, though not a mistake. We know, that's his job. The only bad luck was having a child like me. But, couldn't they believe it, or at least give me a chance?
I saw mom staring at me. He asked me a lot about my condition and problems. But the officer explained more. I don't care what they're talking about anymore, even though so many points have to be clarified.
It's up to them.
But I don't know why, I'm crying.
Suddenly she clasped my hand, before leaving to catch up with me. My tears are getting full. I was still pensive, aware of my mother's great intuition. In fact, he better understood the feeling I was feeling.
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Shortly after, an officer came in. He was the one who caught me. I won't forget the scar on his forehead, as well as his huge body.
He patted me on the shoulder, then pulled my body. The feeling that stifled the chest slightly decomposed. I'm pretty grateful for that. If he hadn't done that, this pitiful guy would probably have been staring at the exit all day.
“Why again? Isn't your mission over?” my, ketus.
“What do you mean?” his reply.
“My life is now completely ruined, is it still lacking?”
“Nobody cares about your life!”
Really, he didn't need to say it so out loud. I already know all this.
Does he think everyone should be scared?
Unfortunately, the scene with a firearm has often been seen. Instead, I started to think, this is a good idea.
Is there anything left?
I approached, shortening the distance of my face with the tip of the muzzle of the gun. The officer slightly retreated, but I immediately opened his hand.
He looks confused. I took a deep breath, hoping all this would end quickly. But when I pressed his index finger, he immediately pulled out his gun.
“What are you trying to do?!” snapped it.
Apparently, the bullet didn't come out at all. I was disappointed, but part of me was also relieved.
“It turns out just messing around!”
“You've gone crazy?” The Officer.
“Not to be surprised so, don't you guys want this?”
“Want what?!”
“Keep, why did you poke with that thing?” my many.
“That's not a good idea, man,” said the officer earlier.
He took the gun, put it in his partner's pocket.
“Shut up!”
You freak!
I was pondering, thinking about this shitty life. Something might happen while I'm alive, but lately everything's been getting stupid. Besides, what's the difference? I didn't do anything either.
“Listen, a colleague of ours just died!” shouts, “we need you to finish all this!” continued.
Don't they understand that I don't care at all? People die every day. It is just natural law. Just because they're police doesn't mean they have the right to make the alibi an idea to regulate other people's lives. I do not want to be a tool of accountability for something that is a natural decree.
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“My grandmother also died last year, but why don't you guys care?” my many.
“Listen yes ..”
“I don't want to hear!” my breakup, “you only care when someone who dies is someone you consider important, or related to your work. Then, why should I care?!” my continue.
“If you help us, all your crimes will be eliminated,”.
It was really an arid joke. My crime is just hacking a site. Even if then this news spread, people would just think, “this person has no job!”
I mean, why would they imprison people who hack unimportant sites?
Unless I hack an adult site, then replace all the videos with a telepathic series, it just makes sense. They will definitely start suing me for disturbing the common peace.
“Just unload all my aibku!” my challenge.
“You don't realize your position now?!” threaten her.
“What position? At least prison, or do you want to be an impromptu judge?” ask, “please shoot me in the head! Life is meaningless!” I continued, still with my head boiling. I even put my head on the table, challenging them all.
It must look arrogant, but I don't care. Once in a lifetime, I want to be like this. Spit out everything that comes to my mind without caring about the boundaries and values of society.
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“Let me take over!”
A skinny officer approached me.
He said again, “your crimes may look trivial, but damaging 6 internet internet cafe computers will make your family bear a large compensation cost.”
“Where are you ta-“
I shut my mouth, stopped the obscene speech.
Fucking idiots!
Why admit to your own crimes?
Okay, I know. This is the reason why we should not just say what comes to our mind.
“If you help us, we will fix everything,”.
I took a breath, thinking about this. People usually leave a legacy in the form of property, not a problem. I want to be stupid as usual. But it can't be, when I remember their faces, the ones who will inherit my dark history.
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“You guys will seriously negate that?” my many.
“It all depends on your achievements, of course!” he answered, showing me the laptop again.
I checked for a second, found another picture of that stupid box. Really, it was just an accident.
Why, the hell, do they care so much about that?
“I don't want to say this more than this, I need my laptop to explain all this!”
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A few hours later they brought me my computer, charged for the explanation I promised. I showed the condition of my tied hands, then they untied it. After that, I turned on the computer.
I opened some apps, and asked for an internet connection. After all the preparations were fulfilled, I, too, did a short demonstration.
They can see clearly how a software runs two commands at once. One made a random answer, while the other created a fake account.
In the past, Redbox has limited the number of answers that can be submitted, but initially allowed the number of accounts that can be used. This gap I use to create a command that works continuously, until the correct answer appears.
Usually, the answer consists of 4 to 5 words. I've done a self-guided survey. Doing this is not difficult, because I do it every morning. As a result, the system was later proven to work.
I was thinking, Redbox will definitely cancel the gift delivery. But strangely, they obey the rules. The pay for each box I broke was sent to my account.
I hope the demonstration I've done to answer this prize-free online puzzle can make them understand. Because, it is no longer possible to do this all on the original web now, after various updates that occur.
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"So, you're using that?" ask them, disappointed.
Really, I just feel like a fool with them.
