When I Woke Up

The grass tickled my nose, as the dew choked my air. i woke up to a spiking watery pain coming from my head, i had snorted the most basic necessity of man, water so clean and pure, and yet it gave me a headache so bad, i felt like jabbing a blunt stick into my hand, to ignore the pain from my head. i had waken up adjacent to a bus stop, the sign read "B83, B13, Q8"
i had no clue what they meant, but i don't think i needed to focus on that right now. a blue with red stitching book bag sat looking at me from the grass. its pockets, useless as they might be, gave the old familiar feeling of school. i opened it, only to discover a notebook that said "doodles" and as the tittle says, it was filled with pointless and kind of funny doodles of people places and things that had some funny quotes on them, apparently im funny. there was some old candy rappers, and some clunks of dirt, a pen and a card that had my picture plastered on it, and a ID number. according to this laminated rectangle my name is Eric Cubage. the little see through picture that surfaced the face of the ID looked kind of like the Greek letter Phi, a Circle with a capital "I" inside the circle. and apparently i worked for "PHIsycle Labs". i knew nothing about this company, or for that matter who i am, with the exception of my name. but i think i knew where to go. across from me was a giant sign that broke the sky with its objection to gravity. the name on the sign was the same on my ID. only with the little motto
"We Split the Atom, For all to share"
kind of cheesy. but pretty much understandable. I took the book bag and emptied out all of the junk rappers, and dust into a trash can leaning on the Bus stop sign. flung the book bag onto my back, and walked the cement sidewalk to an answer to my confusion.  a giant white building covered the skin of my peripheral vision. it blocked off all other things almost as if to say. "hey don't worry about everything else, look at me" the white clean walls gleamed the dim sunlight, giving it a new clean light. the doors were glass and blurry. i looked inside, barley seeing anything. i opened the doors. only too see the rigged truth. chaos, every person i saw, not that i was seeing a lot of people, was running in a panic fashion. screaming the the top of there lungs as if god took all there hopes and snapped them in one fast crunch. the chaos i saw showed me the truth of what was happening. a man wearing a blue striped suit no tie, and hair frizzy came running thru the doors across from a platinum elevator. "i need the code! i need the fucking code!"  his computer was visible, it was gleaming a giant red window with a classic timer counting from 0-60, it read 05:46:57 and was going down very quickly. studying the world i was in, i noticed that all of the computers around me were showing the same thing, clocks counting down. the man who had cussed at the top of his lungs looked at me, and yelled " holy shit Eric!!" i looked dumb founded, raised my hand and my index finger and pointed it to my chest in a questionable manner. "me?" i fluttered. "you? you?!, yes you you son of a bitch! i need the Abort code!!" looking confused, and not even sure if i was who he thinks i was. i simply said "what code? who are you...or me...whats going on here!?" he starred at me with utter contempt, " you hit your head hard didn't you?" once again, no clue what he meant by that. the building continued to be in utter chaos. " ok , you are Erik, i am Paul, we are fucked, if you don't have the abort code, you wrote it down somewhere, now give me your book bag and i can see where." i handed him the bag, with some questionable manner, mainly because i did not know him, and i was giving him the one thing i really knew in the world. he scanned the guts of the pockets, and the secret compartments cleverly made by holes in the bag. he took out the notebook and scanned each page, the whole time his angry expression only got more an more abundant. "the fuck is it!" he yelled out in some flying rage. "look i don't know what code your talking about, im gonna leave". i tried to take my bag, but he stopped my hand in its tracks, "the fuck you are, im not leaving until you tell me the code, cut the bullshit and tell me already!" i got a little more fretful .and started to back away, until my back hit the wall, i turned around only to see a plaque that had a few names on it, i scrolled the list and saw the name "Eric Cubbage: 2009 Computer Tech award"
looking slightly more stunned, it dawned on me, like a flash of light hitting a room of pure pitch black, revealing a picture of thought.  i was a computer hacker, a legal hacker, i had been working on the ultimate safe breaker, a code that could make or break a company. it was called the "Snick code" when downloaded to any computer, it would securely copy all data, then erase the original data. "You have no idea what you have done, every missile in the united states is about to go off, because of your stupid code!" more memory cracked my skull. i had been working on a government project, a new way to organize an emergency missile launch. it would work from any portable device, a cell phone, a Ipod, anything. but i had committed a huge mistake, i had made the program on my own computer, where the snick code was. and it did its job, it secretly copied the program code, but it did not delete the original, no it sent the original. everywhere, around the web, its interlaced itself within ISO files, and web sites. until it arrived in the hands of the public. the people took the code, and just like Half-Life, copied the code into there own programs. thats when it, well mutated in a sense. it skewed its own orders, it told itself to reboot every Government computer that contained a missile launch code.  rebooting it caused a, well in a sense, blue screen of death, so it dumped every file in each computer, and missile launch codes, were files, without them the missiles would need to be launched so the computers could reboot.  
"oh shit...wait how" i stuttered as all of this sudden realization had just hit me, and it kind of gave me a headache. "look it takes a while to dump every file, and the missile launch codes were the last files, we have 5 hours. and we need to stop the abort, but we need the abort numbers, you wrote them down i know that". i still didn't know what the code was, though i had a slight sense of where the code was. "i wrote it down. after i ate, but i don't know where"  as if it would make any difference i had an idea. "we have video cameras right, security  cameras?" he looked at me with an Ah hah! look on "yeah we do, hold on follow me to the security office" i darted my left foot around, still slightly looking at the computer screen, and slowly began to run.while i ran i got occupied by a collapsed woman crying her eyes out holding a picture of a family.
before i knew it i completely stopped in my tracks. the man in the suit waved me with his hand to a small blue lit room "over here Eric!". i got there and stared as he slipped a tape into a VCR. a flicker and a pop a image hit the screen.
the small CRT T.V displayed a small black and white picture of me in the lunch room. i was eating and all was seen, my hands, my bag, and my lunch. next to me was a snicker rapper. and a coke. i opened the rapper and took out a marker, just out of the blue i wrote a set of marks on the rapper, as soon as i knew it it hit me. the snicker rapper. it had the code on it. the idea was simple, i named the code after my favorite candy, it was kind of  sickle fantic. i had an idea to finish myself off. the project had gotten out of control, it had mutated. it was not my code anymore it was living. in the TV i saw myself running straight out of a window a final gasp rushed the room, the air killed itself by silence. i stared gapped eyed. a awkward silence hit the room as the man spoke "Eric, ...wheres that rapper?" he said in a subtle yet angry tone i stared at the snow, "w...why did i jump...?!" he grabbed the lapel of my shirt "where the fuck is that rapper?!" i ran into the hallway, breaking his grasp on my shirt. looking out the window, i saw the garbage can, and i saw the garbage truck. i saw a flash of light hit the sky, i saw the man look dead. i saw everything, and then i saw the clock hit 00:00:00...