A young man sat atop the Blume building overlooking the Oxford Circus with spray cans in his hands and a gas mask on his face. He tapped his feet on the ground, keeping a beat to the
music sounding in his ears. He tore down the cardboards he'd placed on the billboard and looked at the black and white graffiti with pride. From the poor lighting, it wasn't very visible at the time.
"It'll be quite clear tomorrow," the young man mumbled. He put the cans away and folded the cardboards up. Just as he moved to the edge of the building, he pulled a small plastic box from his bag and placed it in the ctOS box. He threw the cardboards off the side of the building before dropping down himself, sliding down the pipe before jumping off to a ledge at the side in front of a window. He climbed down from there by gripping the bricks at the corner of the walls. As he landed, he quickly grabbed the cardboard and stuffed it into the trash before walking out of the alley between buildings.
In half an hour, he was home in his appartment, his laptop sitting idle near the stove where he was stirring pasta in boiling water.
"Ow!" The young man recoiled, swinging his hand. He annoyedly drained the water before pouring the pasta onto a plate. He quickly turned to the computer and hovered his hand over the "Enter" button as the white rectangle flashed next to the "/exe" command on what seemed to be a console. After a moment's hesitation, he clicked it and a new read-only page opened where lines of code started to pour down. He turned on the TV before grabbing some pesto.
After a few moments of standing still, the young man mumbled.
"Oh... It's tomorrow."