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The clackclackclack of fingers flying over plastic keys filled the expansive room. Every worker had their eyes trained to their own computer screen, searching and programming multiple files at once. Every single one had on a white polo shirt with the company name branded in black letters across the left breast pocket, black slacks, and black polished loafers. All were well groomed and sat up straight, all uniform and proper. Except for one.

Digits, known as Will Thresher to the other techies in the building, was casually leaning in his wheeled chair, simple headphones over his ears and bright purple visor shades covering his equally bright eyes. He was letting his fingers fly across the keys in front of him in beat with the music that blasted into his ears. He was grinned impishly, like he usually was, as he watched numerous windows popping up then closing, over and over again. He was easily the smartest one in this room, probably in this whole building according to him. His dark hair was unruly and he had stubble on his jaw from not having shaved that morning, but he was the smartest one here. Many of the other workers here grimaced when they saw him, but they knew it too. They could never beat him, never could hope to come close. His grin stretched wider as he thought this, laughing internally at the primped and pampered workers around him. He was the greatest hacker in the world, and here he was, working in a mundane position and a typical Future company. Nobody even suspected that he was, even now, hacking into corporate business files and stealing the information for himself. The droning sound of the break bell sounded, and even though his ears were filled with sound already, Digits heard it and quickly closed all of his windows before standing up and stretching. It was finally break time, and after that was over, the monthly inspection from the "boss" of the department would be here, just as uniformly as everything else.