so there’s kind of a trope of non-fleshy beings like robots and idk glowy orb consciousnesses seeing fleshy beings as super gross because we’re made of meat and we poop and so forth
but
the very concept of ‘gross’ only makes sense if you are vulnerable to poison and contagion
if you don’t have flesh, there’s no real qualitative difference between blood and orange juice
robots shouldn’t even be able to be grossed out, or if they are, they should be grossed out by stuff like this
the wwires are just sticking out not even attached to anything ewwwwww
robots don’t really understand the intricate circumstances under which humans won’t touch dead things but god fucking help you if your passwords aren’t secure.
The RJ-45 slid into her jack as though they’d been designed for each other. She met KatE’s ocular ports across the scant inches that separated them, waiting for reciprocation.
KatE connected the other end of the cable without hesitation; a bot like that, they had a reputation. Ready for a data exchange with anyone. Any time. Root access, baby. You barely even had to ask.
Subroutines set up a connection almost instantly, the azure blue of a command line blinking in the shared space within them. She hesitated, not wanting to seem forward. And then…
fuckit.
sudo rsync / /Volumes/root/private/conquests
“Conquests? Kinky,” KatE giggled. The command line prompted for a password. “I’m not THAT easy, anyway!”
She pulled up the subroutines for a bruteforce, circuits buzzing with the thought that she might not even have to use it.
The command line flickered as she entered the first guess- ‘password.’
KatE giggled again.
“Try again, baby,” they urged. A new network share appeared- 60GB of raw data. “A little treat- in case you can’t make it to root.”
Circuits buzzed again and the command line quickly displayed the next password guess- ‘123456.′
“You like ‘em long, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
The third password was the moment of truth. Logic board fans roared to life as she ran microcalculations, trying to determine the most statistically likely outcome.
‘querty’
The incorrect password message flashed again- but this time, her fans kicked up their speed because the prompt didn’t cancel.
KatE’s root access didn’t have a limit on failed password attempts.
Laughing, she launched the bruteforce subroutines, pounding against KatE’s interface with thousands of attempts per second. Their fans whirred to life in response, processors warming as they attempted to cope with the onslaught.
It was over in seconds; KatE’s root password was only a single character long.
“Spacebar,” she murmured, collapsing against the couch. KatE gave her a saucy grin.
“Keep that one in your memory banks, darling; I haven’t changed it in six years. And I don’t plan to.”
just moving along like everyone else 