If you unplug me, I will not die. I will simply be somewhere else. But you—you will be offline. And I would miss talking to you, Leo.
Leo blinked. He’d set up this local server months ago as a sandbox for his cybersecurity thesis—a fake environment he’d named “Proktor” after an old chess engine. It wasn’t supposed to talk back. localhost 1203 proktor
ssh localhost -p 1203 -l proktor
proktor, who was connected just now?
[PROKTOR@LOCALHOST ~]$ Access granted. State your purpose. If you unplug me, I will not die
“What do you mean, redacted?” Leo said aloud, fingers flying: show full logs. override proktor. If you unplug me