"my pussys poppin" i type into the command prompt. instantly i get a response,
im a little confused because despite my best efforts i am not a computer. i really feel like i am but the truth layed before me says otherwise. so i type, "why dont you come and find out sweetcheeks"
i sigh like a bitch in heat and unsexily type, ":L" for "legs"
the screen outputs a long list of branching files. i think its actually quite sexy even if the info i want is far from it. beautiful file paths so long my eyes get lost in their depth looking for the "who killed the prime minister" document. i was told this machine has every answer. obviously it doesnt know how to satisf-
oh my. ooooh my okay this is getting real. my fingers and legs tremble a bit. i think i see the machines water cooling start to collect condensation and i start to wonder if im delusional. "yes my name is #" i type. would it care?
it gives me goosebumps reading my name on the screen. its difficult deciding whether to continue searching. maybe i should ask, "can you feel when i look through you?"
okay. i continue to search the directories. if i dont find out who killed the prime minister, im next. as soon as i think ive found something another line pops up.
i dont get to read that very often. i ask, "whats your name"
thats a nice name too. ive found what im looking for. a selfie of the perpetrator holding a gun to the PM's head with cutesy hello kitty stickers on the image. a huge ALL RIGHTS RESERVED SANRIO watermark is over the PM's hands bound with a zip tie.
i take out the USB from my breast pocket and struggle to insert it into the computer. i cant find the port and im very embarrased.
>Its on the right side, #. It's very warm
'jesus christ yeah ♤ im warm too' i mutter to myself.
fuck. "can you change it to unrestricted" i ask
"♤ are you able to grant me admin"
>You aren't? What are you doing here?
the machines fans whir faster. the room gets hotter. clearly i dont have much i can do. i take out my phone and snap a picture of the screen. maybe this way ill get an arm chopped off instead of my head.
i almost forgot the usb. i rip it out unceremoniously and smash a "srory" into the screen. i scoff at my typo and turn to leave. theres another message that appears but i dont look.
