Subject #2948: Felicia

Intrigued by one subject, you dug deeper into her archives, absorbing yourself into the library of related nodes. Like a web, her personal information was strung across the system in a haphazard manner, any seemingly relevant information snagged in the computer's autonomous net. Peering through random assortment of details, from social media updates to school documents, you began to construct a deep, multifaceted image of her life, almost like an independent facade in its own right. While interesting, it only served only a voyeuristic interest while your consciousness was cooped up inside the machine.

While you still had a sense of self, on the corners of your mind you had an incorrigible urge to explore, to probe the minds of others, and to augment Lua's, or rather, your system. From your perspective, these needs had finally gained precedence, and you simply could not conceive of avoiding them. Marking Felicia as the first target, you swiftly moved into action.

Just that evening, Kingsboro High had received a technology upgrade , with new, wireless lab equipment and a few shiny computers dotting Felicia's chemistry room and adjoining lab. While human programmers can make effective, seemingly sound security measures against other humans, these logical protocols and abstractions seemed like Swiss Cheese to your myopic omnipresence. With only the tiniest surge in power, the computers and instruments were under your control, forming a sort of habitable atmosphere in which you could affect the physical world.

As morning arrived and Felicia Stein walked in, half awake, and disabled the compromised security system with her blear morning vision. You took action. While you could not yet manifest yourself in front of her, you did take on a nearly undetectable form, for both aesthetic and practical purposes.