Spampunk

Toko lowered his mirrorshades and stroked the ebon keys of his Yamaha Stormboard. The suit was a nervous looking accountant. "Let me get this straight. You want me to hack MicroDisney's corporate DB, pull all the black files? It'll cost."

The suit nodded. "If you can pull it off, the Dark Empire will fall. It will be worth any cost."

Toko wrote down a figure with 7 zeros. The suit blinked, then slowly nodded.

Toko slid on the Cyberhelm. MicroDisney had tons of Black Ice, but that was the easy part. Getting there would be the big problem.

The Avatar was summoned, and he became one with the 'Information Superhighway.'

"Make Money Fast! Live Dwarf Sex! WAR3Z, D00D!"

Indeed. The greatest threat would be the spammers.

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