Prologue: Peaceful Days
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. Kisho's mind followed the rhythm of the analog clock he had posted within his room. It was nearly eight-thirty, a single third of his planning period done for as the clock slowly approached the six at the bottom of the face. His desk sat as an organized mess, an odd arrangement of different devices and tools he used for his job along with various decorations he had added in. Nothing blocked another object out of his sight on his table or at the nearby stations that quietly hummed as various computers were used by the last remaining students who hadn't turned in a final project for his programming class.
Most of them complained when he dragged them from TA positions during their free period. Most of the time, he simply told them to finish the assignment he had given them that was due in just under a week. A few had valid reasons for not making the deadline, being seriously ill or their computer snapping under the pressure of holding both their projects and the copious amounts of personnel items on them.
Note to self, check and clean the laptop loaned out to the porn addict when returned. For most of those, he simply reduced the assignment and allowed them to borrow a laptop if necessary.
His eyes flicked to the single picture frame that sat on his desk. The corners of his lips curled slightly upwards as he took in the woman sitting within the photo.
Aviv... His wife was beautiful, a petite wonder of nature who actually understood half of what he said about computers. It didn't matter that she was a P.E. teacher, she was smarter than a large number of the faculty and was thus enjoyable.
My favorite human to love...
The clock finally struck eight-thirty, a quiet chime echoing throughout the room. His eyes darted about once again, looking for another subject to ponder. They crossed the brightened screen of the laptop that sat in front atop his desk and paused. The monitor had a neutral, gray background, a fact that Kisho preferred as it didn't conflict with the few shortcuts he kept and hurt his eyes. Most of the programs he could click were mundane utilities, Word, PowerPoint, Google Chrome, et cetera. However, there was one link that wasn't boringly mundane, a link titled "D.S.P.".
Kisho liked to believe he was constantly in control of his computers. However, for twelve years, that program had remained a mystery to him. It had come without warning, no trogans or spyware attacking to place it upon his hard drive and no email releasing it as a virus. No, it simply appeared one day and that fact disturbed him. Trogans, spyware, viruses, he could counter those. This program, on the other hand, was a beast to be reckoned with as it stubbornly refused to be wiped clean by any of his methods. The snowman head icon for its shortcut only looked to smile wider as his frustration built. What was worst, though, was that program had somehow embedded itself within all of his devices, both those he bought and those he and his wife crafted himself.
The program never explained itself, seemingly remaining all but invisible to anyone besides Kisho. Even trying to activate it failed as a small pop-up would appear.
'Your friend doesn't think right now is the best time, Kisho. Just wait a little longer!' Then the head of a snowman would appear laughing and begin spinning around, mocking him as he struggled to understand the program and its purposes.
Sighing as he stood up from the desk, the white-haired man shook his head. Now wasn't a good time to ponder the program's existence, not at the beginning of the day.
Perhaps Aviv is free right now... His students would be well-behaved if he left them to work, the threat of punishment for breaking the rules of his lab severe. The assignment (Work on a final project) for the next class to work on was located on the board as well, and one of the students would write down attendance for him.
A well-oiled machine... Such a great deal of freedom does it give.
"Keep on your work. I will be back in a few minutes," With only a quick order given, he left the students to their devices as he headed off in search of his wife.
@york @Anyone who wants mess around in Kisho's computer lab
