Hello Navi

The hour was 3:00 a.m. Elena sat staring at her laptop. It being the only light source in the room for the last three hours, her attempts at sleep were cut short by the lingering anti-flicker under her closed eyelids

(She laughed at the thought was this a bug, or an undocumented feature in her occipital lobe?) Her eyes danced a frenetic, analog tango; saccades skittering, as thought after thought evaded coalescence on the question, let alone its answer. Amidst a dozen windows, each filled with the textual detritus of command-line repartee, there was one that caught her attention, draped in nothing but a single character.

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Root complete access to whatever system one was so privileged to join. The kind of hash that script kiddies smoked. If only absolute trust was so easy to detect in the real world, or for that matter, that easy to acquire.

Do you accept this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

You may share your root password.

l1ve-n00d-girlz-unite!

su l

Elena twirled her hair slowly, staring vaguely into the distance. How had she gotten here? Oh yeah, Fabinet. Once a music major, Elena achieved her first taste of notoriety when she managed to co-opt the speakers of all 60 desktops in her college computer lab, causing them to simultaneously erupt in a 120-part, massively surround-sound symphony. Flight of the Valkries of course,