Leo’s blood turned to ice. He lived in a small house. His dad’s desk was twenty feet away. But somehow, somewhere in a basement in Belarus or a high-rise in Shenzhen, someone was looking at his screen.

He slammed the power strip with his foot.

Leo’s smile froze. A new window popped up. It wasn't a game error. It was a command prompt, black and ancient, scrolling lines of code he couldn't understand. At the bottom, in blocky green text, it read: Uploading user data... Complete. Installing Keylogger... Complete. Welcome to the botnet, Leo.

User_420: lol nice essay on the roman empire. your dad's credit card is in the desk drawer, right? the one with the blue stripe?