4 (Rewrite)Time skip and saving people.

[04/02/2001]

I stepped out of bed to start the day, greeted by the wonderful smell of breakfast wafting through the air. Walking into the kitchen, I found my grandma making French Toast and Scrambled Eggs.

"Good morning, sweetie," she greeted me with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah. By the way, where are Mom and Dad?"

"Oh, Melissa had a morning meeting, and Kevin has an appointment at the studio."

As Grandma served me breakfast— one egg, 1/3 cup of fruit, and a half cup of milk—I looked at her with displeased eyes.

Seeing my expression, she said, "Even if you are a genius, you are still three years old, so you can't have pancakes every day."

"Okay," I replied.

After finishing my breakfast, I returned to my room, equipped with a Windows CE computer with an internet connection and a vast collection of books.

**Flashback**

At 15 months old, I started reading university-level books from my mom's collection. At first, my parents thought I was just flipping through the pages, but soon they realized I could understand them, labeling me as a genius. While Mom worried I would lose my childhood and struggle to make friends, Dad assured her he wouldn't allow me to skip grades.

I earned my own room, a computer with internet access, and access to any book I desired. I delved into computer science and programming, leveraging Tony Stark's talent without his memories. In 2001, worried about the 9/11 tragedy potentially occurring elsewhere, I meticulously tracked suspicious activities in the Middle East and preemptively alerted the US government.

**End of Flashback**

Launching a program requesting to speak to the President, I knew the US government would be flustered. Armed with a voice changer, I initiated a digital conversation.

In Washington, D.C., inside the White House, President Bush was informed of the hacking debacle.

"So, what's the situation?" he asked.

"All our computers have been hacked, sir," replied the Secretary of State. "We can't locate the hacker as their location is constantly changing."

"Are you saying our experts can't trace this hacker who has control over our entire system?" President Bush inquired.

"Yes, sir," the Secretary of State confirmed. "But they haven't attempted to access our classified information."

"What do you think they want?" the President questioned.

"They may exploit our vulnerabilities for negotiations," suggested the Secretary of State.

"Is negotiation advisable?" President Bush asked.

"Yes, sir. We can track them during negotiations," assured the Secretary of State.

Following the setup of equipment for a digital chat, a deep voice emerged from the speaker: "Hello, Mr. President."

"What should I call you?" the President inquired.

"You can call me Mr. Anonymous," the voice replied.

"What is it you want to discuss?" President Bush asked.

"Before we begin, Mr. President, do you know about the term 'terrorist'?" Mr. Anonymous asked.

"Are you a terrorist?" the President asked, frowning.

"Nah, I'm not a terrorist," Mr. Anonymous replied, his tone displeased.

"Then what do you mean?" the President sighed.

"Open the file I sent you. You'll understand. Let's talk tomorrow at 2:00 PM," Mr. Anonymous stated before ending the connection.

After confirming the safety of the file, President Bush opened it, revealing the title: [Classified Information]. He and the Secretary of State were shocked by its contents.

The President promptly called for an emergency meeting with the Director of the CIA and the Secretary of Defense.

To be Continued...

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