Hunting A Spider- The Anarchist Superman 15

   Man, Drayton, I thought you were alright.” Donald lamented, as I gave his laptop a test drive. “I am Donald, wasn’t it me that helped you and your gang through a particularly bad winter several years back.” “Yeah, you gave us a place to stay, but we had to work sixteen hours a day.” “It kept you out of trouble.” “Show me the rest of this house.” Early demanded. “This is really breaking and entering.” Donald said. “Shut up.”  As Donald gave Early the grand tour of his house I continued to go through Donald’s laptop, which was top of the line. It was also very clear that Donald Jackson has advanced computer skills that rival any geeks.

   About a half-hour later, Troy Hiller, a computer tech I occasionally do business with arrived at Donald’s house and immediately began to tear through the old drunk’s computer. “Wow, this guy is really something.” Troy remarked, as he looked through CD-ROM’s and various other computer accessories I didn’t recognize. “This guy has written code and is most likely a hacker.” Troy continued. “Damn, I wonder where that fool learned all that?” I asked. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”
“I want to know who he’s communicating with.” “Why don’t I just copy everything.” Troy said. “Do what you think is necessary, but I really would like to know if he’s talking to people he shouldn’t.” “Like who?” “My uncle.” Troy gave me a confused look and then began to type on the keyboard with incredible speed. “Looks like this guy’s big into news groups and pirating movies. “Do you have something comparable to this laptop at your shop?” I asked. “Yes.” Troy replied. “Just take this and I’ll get Donald a new one.”

   When I told Donald that I was taking his laptop he got almost defiant until I told him about what we could do to him for all his illegal activities. “You’re getting another computer, but we’re taking this one.” “Man, you guys are killing me.” “No, Donald, you didn’t want to play ball with me so now I have to make up new rules.” Who’s The Anarchist Superman?” Troy asked. “Holy shit, I bet that’s Doane.” I said. “Who’s the Anarchist Superman, dickhead?” Early asked Donald?” “I don’t know.” Donald replied timidly. “Really?” I said. “He’s just a whacko I chat online with from time to time.” “Superman is now fucking things up.” Troy said. “It’s a reference to Nietzsche, who Doane reads, which explains why he’s locked up.  “Whoa, there’s some really strange shit here, Drayton.”

   I’m sure there is.