Localhost — 1203 Proktor

The screen flickered.

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. localhost 1203 proktor

The screen filled with data—but not his server’s usual logs. These were external IPs. Dates. Timestamps. Commands he’d never typed. Someone—or something—had been using his sandbox as a relay. And the last active session was timestamped five minutes ago. The screen flickered

explain.

[PROKTOR@LOCALHOST ~]$ Still here.

The terminal cleared. Then, letter by letter, as if hesitant: letter by letter