Little Brother

Cory Doctorow/Little Brother/9 Cracking my SchoolBook had been easy. The crack was online within a month of the machine showing up, and there was nothing to it just download a DVD image, burn it, stick it in the SchoolBook, and boot it while holding down a bunch of different keys at the same time. The DVD did the rest, installing a whole bunch of hidden programs on the machine, programs that would stay hidden even when the Board of Ed did its daily remote integrity checks of the machines. Every now and again I had to get an update for the software to get around the Board's latest tests, but it was a small price to pay to get a little control over the box.

I fired up IMParanoid, the secret instant messenger that I used when I wanted to have an offtherecord discussion right in the middle of class. Darryl was already logged in.

" The game's afoot! Something big is going down with Harajuku Fun Madness, dude. You in?

" No. Freaking. Way. If I get caught ditching a third time, I'm expelled. Man, you know that. We'll go after school.

" You've got lunch and then studyhall, right? That's two hours.

Plenty of time to run down this clue and get back before anyone misses us. I'll get the whole team out.

Harajuku Fun Madness is the best game ever made. I know I already said that, but it bears repeating. It's an ARG, an Alternate Reality Game, and the story goes that a gang of Japanese fashionteens discovered a miraculous healing gem at the temple in Harajuku, which is basically where cool Japanese teenagers invented every major subculture for the past ten years. They're being hunted by evil monks, the Yakuza (AKA the Japanese mafia), aliens, taxinspectors, parents, and a rogue artificial intelligence. They slip the players coded messages that we have to decode and use to track down clues that lead to more coded messages and more clues.

Imagine the best afternoon you've ever spent prowling the streets of a city, checking out all the weird people, funny handbills, streetmaniacs, and funky shops. Now add a scavenger hunt to that, one that requires you to research crazy old films and songs and teen culture from around the world and across time and space.

And it's a competition, with the winning team of four taking a grand prize of ten days in Tokyo, chilling on Harajuku bridge, geeking out in Akihabara, and taking home all the Astro Boy merchandise you can eat. Except that he's called "Atom Boy" in Japan.

That's Harajuku Fun Madness, and once you've solved a puzzle or two, you'll never look back.

" No man, just no. NO. Don't even ask.

" I need you D. You're the best I've got.

I swear I'll get us in and out without anyone knowing it. You know I can do that, right?

" I know you can do it

" So you're in?

" Hell no

" Come on, Darryl. You're not going to your deathbed wishing you'd spent more study periods sitting in school

" I'm not going to go to my deathbed wishing I'd spent more time playing ARGs either

" Yeah but don't you think you might go to your death-bed wishing you'd spent more time with Vanessa Pak?

Van was part of my team. She went to a private girl's school in the East Bay, but I knew she'd ditch to come out and run the mission with me. Darryl has had a crush on her literally for years - even before puberty endowed her with many lavish gifts. Darryl had fallen in love with her mind. Sad, really. " You suck

" You're coming?

He looked at me and shook his head. Then he nodded. I winked at him and set to work getting in touch with the rest of my team.

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I wasn't always into ARGing. I have a dark secret: I used to be a LARPer. LARPing is Live Action Role Playing, and it's just about what it sounds like: running around in costume, talking in a funny accent, pretending to be a superspy or a vampire or a medieval knight. It's like Capture the Flag in monsterdrag, with a bit of Drama Club thrown in, and the best games were the ones we played in Scout Camps out of town in Sonoma or down on the Peninsula. Those threeday epics could get pretty hairy, with allday hikes, epic battles with foamandbamboo swords, casting spells by throwing beanbags and shouting "Fireball!" and so on.

Good fun, if a little goofy. Not nearly as geeky as talking about what your elf planned on doing as you sat around a table loaded

Cory Doctorow/Little Brother/10 with Diet Coke cans and painted miniatures, and more physically active than going into a mousecoma in front of a massively multiplayer game at home.

The thing that got me into trouble were the minigames in the hotels. Whenever a science fiction convention came to town, some LARPer would convince them to let us run a couple of sixhour minigames at the con, piggybacking on their rental of the space.

Having a bunch of enthusiastic kids running around in costume lent color to the event, and we got to have a ball among people even more socially deviant than us.