"You know, I used to be cool," her dad shouted as she skated away on her cyber-Heelys. "I used to run decks with The Cabal and hack a gibson every night." His eyes went bleary with nostalgia as he pantomimed the process of accessing the mainframe from his laptop. He took a swig from his Jolt® Cola, raised his fingers like a puppet master, and struck the keys in quick succession – G, O, D. First, just silence, several excruciating seconds ticking by, and then a WHOOSH and the tinkling of breaking glass in seemingly every direction.
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