The sex-mad hackers and the cute Japanese girl

(EDITOR'S NOTE: If you like this story, feel free to add a chapter at any point in the story you want. It only says moderated because I can't figure out how to change it.)

(SECOND EDITOR'S NOTE: Goes without saying that this isn't real. Attempting to do this in real life or any other sort of sexual is morally reprehensible. In other words, don't try this for real ya looney.)

The mid-21st century, AD 2061. The future has not quite turned out the way everyone a half-century earlier might’ve expected. For starters, it's not that much more advanced technologically...not obviously so, anyway. All of the really advanced stuff is hidden away, subtle most of the time, even though it’s everywhere.

For example, most nearly every adult in the developed nations has a computer implant and quantum wireless network interface in their heads. They call it a “com-imp.” It’s like having a personal computer that’s wired upto your brain; but it’s a whole lot faster than anything fifty years earlier. The solidstate hard-drive is based on DNA, and most can contain a few thousand terabytes of information. Enough to store every memory of every experience you ever had, though most people fill it with the usual useless trivia, junk, music holovids, and other mundane stuff. As a side-effect though, people’s memories are tied into the com-imp as well. It becomes part of their brain, part of their mind.

After all, most people get them implanted before 12 years old, or earlier, down to as young as seven. Helps with school. A vital part of normal life in the mid 21st century.

Security on these devices is super tough; they’re technically un-hack-able, can’t be infected with viruses or trojans, impossible to crash or break into over a network. So, most folks trust them. They’re S-A-F-E, right? Won’t get brain cancer from them either, because the chips are all biotech and use light instead of electrons.

One of the main advantages of having a com-imp is access to all the skills, data, and knowledge that you might want – you just need to practice the stuff you download and pretty soon you can do it. Want to learn Tae Kwon Do? Then download the skills, practice the moves until your body gets used to it, and within days you’ll be a Master. What used to take years to learn now only takes hours if it’s purely mental, or days if you have to physically practice it.

Kids go to school and by the time they finish Year Six, they have multiple university doctorates. High school is just a big party. University campuses are nearly empty except for robots in the research labs, and automated security guarding the perimeter (they make their money selling the research data, and act as huge data servers).

What’s the catch, you might ask? Ah, well, there’s a doozy, a huge problem, made worse because almost nobody knows about it, kept super duper secret by governments and corporations for decades...and that’s where things get reeeeeeal interesting.....

One of the big deals folks get with their com-imp is the Library of Consensus Certified Facts (called “certifacts” in common speech). It’s like a hyper-sized wiki of information that the relevant majority of experts agrees is true and useful. The way it picks experts is by field, right down to those who live in a neighbourhood being rated as “experts” on that neighbourhood with more influence than outsiders who have never been there. These certified “facts” go down to details such as friends & family being rated as the “experts” on each other’s clothing style and experiences. Makes sense, right?

The system has become so much a part of normal life that people accept whatever is certified as "fact", while hordes of simulated intelligence software bots adjust the "certifacts" to smooth over any contradictions - - - often influencing individuals memories in the process. Nobody likes contradictions, so it's seen as a good error-correcting process.

Of course, there’s a loophole that very, very, very, very few people have a clue exists, but the powerful people know about. A loophole that advertisers and government intelligence agencies and propaganda ministries have been abusing for decades. Although it’s (alleged to be technically) ‘impossible’ to deliberately re-write or hack the system, it’s easy to influence it by rigging the votes and expert ratings. That’s what the corporations and governments have been doing.

Nobody else is supposed to know about this... until some smart little bunch of teenage and young adult hackers with the sort of ridiculously superhuman skills in computing that only became possible with the com-imp data downloads, worked out that with a bit of really hard work, and some verrrrry sneaky infiltrations of the local server hardware - physically - to put in their trojans, that they could do what nobody (not even the corporations & governments) had achieved before.

They could deliberately, at a whim, re-write the certified “facts” of people’s existence. Effectively, they could change whatever was thought to be a “fact” to be a different “fact”. About anything. About anyone.

Not quite as good as rewriting reality, but being able to alter everyone else’s memories of what’s true and what’s false is so close that it hardly matters. They can’t change emotions, make someone fall in love on a whim, or instantly wipe out anything that has physical evidence. They can’t control a person like a puppet. But just imagine, being able to change the “facts” of law on a silly impulse, or change the “fact” that the cute girl next door wears a long dress most days to being a “fact” that she can’t recall ever wearing any skirt longer than half-thigh, and neither can anyone else recall her wearing long dresses. She might even forget which drawer her panties are in, or maybe she can’t recall wearing them. Ever!

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This story is about the adventures of a young woman in this world of the future. Cute as a button, and sexily shaped as a teenager's wetdream fantasy girl come to life, 18 year old Ayumi is a Russian-Japanese “girl-next-door” that every geek would love to know. Long raven black hair that shines lustrously like that of the girls in shampoo adverts, eyes of such a deep dark blue that they seem impossible, angelic face with blushing cheeks and full beestung lips. She’s gorgeous. Although Ayumi was only a scant 5' tall, she had legs that went on forever like one of those improbable manga characters, a tight waist, wide hips, rounded ass, and huge boobs like a hentai babe.

Ayumi was the girl that a whole bunch of geeks wanted to have fun with. Life has become confusing for her lately. She’s not quite sure what’s going on, but embarrassing situations keep happening to her, and it seems that the world around her is determined to get Ayumi into some erotic clothing, and make sure that she gets fucked, or orgasms from being fucked, a whole LOT. Daily. Hourly, maybe.

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Ayumi glanced at her reflection in the mirror and blushed at how revealing her school uniform was.

This was her regular uniform, she knew that as a "fact", but her face was still blushing at how indecent it looked.

Her long legs were well displayed by the very short skirt that went to only a quarter-thigh length. Her tummy was bared, with her belly-button exposed by the too short blouse. Both skirt and blouse were covered with decorative patches like little white bunny-rabbits, love-hearts, & flowers. There were pink ribbons tied into bows where the buttons on her blouse were supposed to be. The top three button-holes of her blouse were left with no bows or buttons at all, unfastened. There was no way to hide the amount of cleavage she was showing off.

Her embarrassment at how sexy the outfit looked made Ayumi blush so hot that her face burned. The young lady squirmed because she was too horny, but didn't say anything just in case it was expected that this sort of thing was really normal. Between her thighs, she could feel wet trickles leaking down. The tiny panties that she was wearing were useless at stopping any of her pussy-juices from escaping.

She looked back at the wardrobe and wished that she could put on some better panties that were more covering, but the young woman 'knew' that school rules required that she wear a G-string on her way to school. That felt somehow weird, but she checked with her com-imp and the fact of the matter was certified and confirmed. Her own memories told her that she'd always worn G-strings under her school skirts on the way to school since turning eighteen. She should've been used to it by now, but she wasn't. Blushing hotly, Ayumi bent down and found her 'school-shoes,' but she could hardly believe that these were really her school shoes even though she "knew" that they were. The shoes were clear platforms, like stripper's pumps. They were an inch thick, and very high-heeled, with the heel at the back going up six inches higher. Instead of straps, they had open-toed clear tops, but they weren't heavy at all. Maybe the platform-heels were hollow because the shoes felt very light when she picked them up.

With , Ayumi put them on, embarrassed at how sexy the shoes looked as they showed off her pink toenails (Huh? When did her toenails get pink nail polish?! No wait, she always had it.) She looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror and felt her skin flush all over. With the high-heeled platform sandals, she now looked like a school-girl slut. They made her look taller, but also made her ass stick out much more prominently, which in the very short skirt was likely to cause a lot of embarrassing moments. She blushed hot everywhere when she imagined wearing this outfit in public, and then realised with horror (and unwanted arousal) that she would HAVE to be dressed like this in public.

This was her school uniform and she remembered that as a "fact," verified by her own com-imp when she queried it about the school rules and tried to recall the day before. Weirdly, despite her embarrassment at wearing such an indecently too sexy school uniform, Ayumi 'knew' that she'd worn such a style ever since her birthday.

Her memories sometimes seemed all mixed up, but she told herself that it was just confusion with the silly dreams that she had. The night before, Ayumi had dreamed that her school skirt was grey and went down to knee height, under it she'd worn comfy white cotton panties, and she'd had a decently covering blouse... with a bra too. Of course it was just a dream. Her com-imp was always more accurate than human memories. Computer memories didn't lie, and so she relied on it more than her own often erroneous fuzzy dream memories. Her subconscious automatically dismissed the contradictory memories as false, and soon they faded from her conscious mind.