They gathered round to watch. Sam was the master: a wonder to behold. Sam could have made a fortune giving lessons. but where was the fun in that? Watching Sam was enough. Rumour had it that Sam couldn’t hack. It had all been natural. Innate somehow. That was the word, “natural”. Of course everyone could get past. they bought hacks first then made their own.Trivial. But where was the kudos in that? No Sam was different. They just appeared and were suddenly through. A look, a presence. The younger kids would follow Sam around the playground… at a respectful distance.