Today, Max has hesitantly decided to go through his sister’s files on her personal computer for any traces of where she may have gone to. I will not attempt to stop the horrors of what he may see on a then 17 year-olds PC. It is… a canon event as the humans of 2023 would call it.
“So… your plan is to invade your sister’s online privacy… to find what exactly?” That is Max’s friend: Cal, who he begrudgingly invited over on the count of peer pressure.
“Shhhh this is espionage Calvin.” Pressing a finger to Calvin’s lips, Max proceeded to insert a USB that would sort through any important files. I had been informed to tell him it is a virus, he did not care. The computer screen flashed through various text files, images and finally to the files he deemed “important.” A picture of her and her friends at 40.7128° N, 74.0060° W (or New York City for you non-generative intelligence). Then a…
-- Running Command
import os
os.system(``"shutdown /s /t 1"``)
“Dudeee how many fingers am I holding up?”
“I dunno, 10?”
-- System Restart Complete
-- Attempting Visual Module Startup
“Wait hold up.”
A loud smack ensued and my visual drives jumped to life. “OW CALVIN, WHAT THE HELL.”
Calvin shrugged, “Well it worked.”
“Okay just don’t look at the screen.” Almost impulsively, Calvin’s eyes diverted from Max and straight to the computer. Down he went, onto the floor. If you haven’t guessed by now, whatever was on the screen is a shutoff script for Vimas.
“EMI, do you know about this?” No, Max. I have no recollection of this specific coding language in my databse, whatever it must be is stored deep within my BIOS where I don’t have access.
With a swift kick to the head, Calvin was on his feet rubbing his eyes. “We have to be careful when we’re going through these files.”
“Oh you think that just now? Your sister is a world-renowned criminal and you just think ‘oh no nothing bad can happen at all’.” Calvin slumped onto Destiny’s bed and sunk into the mattress.
Max, you should keep a collection of this code somewhere safe so you can study it later. It is just a bunch of lines, dots, and circles bundled together in a weird pattern so it might take a while.
“Wait, EMI. Who designed your BIOS?” That would be NeuraTech Corp., CEO: Elliot Pierce. “Great, I’ll find Elliot Pierce then.” Statistics show you won’t make it out of the city. Records indicate that Pierce became an isolate after the bankruptcy of NeuraTech corp. “Let’s test that luck. Go into sleep mode so I can copy the rest of this down.”
Command Affirmative.
-- Entering Sleep Mode