A married couple is lying in bed.
“Do you like this design?” she asks him.
“You know I do, just as you like my structure.”
“Enough talk—connect your Pen to my USB and… download your files.”
Suddenly, a very annoying noise coming from the floor above pulls them away from their tasks.
“But… what are they doing? They seem to be surfing the dark web.”
“Ignore them,” he said affectionately, “come back to this line; it’s secure.”
“I can’t concentrate and enjoy myself like this. Go up and hack the key, get into their environment, and insert a Trojan.”
“Seriously… you want me to do that now?”
“Oh… yes! This system is temporarily locked.”
He had to reset, as his hardware was ignoring the software of his mind. He headed up there reluctantly, hoping not to enter a buffer with no return.
He “called” the key, attempting to make a connection and decrypt it. The door was opened by a girl who caused a paradox in him; if he weren’t married… he would fall into that paradox without any problem. He examined the environment behind her; it was exceedingly fun—not as sophisticated as macOS, nor as versatile as Linux, or as unstable as Windows. That environment attracted him even more than the paradox that allowed him to enter.
“Could you please make less noise and cause less trouble than the Windows 10 installation assistant!”
“Well, well… we have a purist! For someone so upset… you seem to be analyzing a lot. Come in if you want.”
He entered the apartment; it was marvelous. The structure was spectacularly well-defined, the lines were perfect, and the commands were clear to understand. He decided to mingle with them. Suddenly… his wife appeared in the background. She didn’t need to speak; the software said it all. She wasn’t going to remain silent; she was determined to activate the Firewall to terminate the virus that had affected her husband.
“That’s enough; you’re coming home right now. We’re going to perform a clearing of your RAM, as it’s too late for the ROM.”
Like an expert hacker, she hacked that entire environment in a moment, until she found the damn Paradox.
“This ends now, or I’m calling the 01110000 / 01101111 / 01101100 / 01101001 (police).”
She had always been her husband’s programming engineer, and both knew it as soon as they connected their ports… the data transfer was fluid.
I wish you a good connection.