That and a set of kneepads.
That and a set of kneepads.
Pity the Dane who vacations to the US and tries one of those bottles of, like, Voltaire’s Furious Anal Cavity Sundering Sauce that’s at every farm stand and gift shop
They and the Dead Kennedys are just constantly raising toasts to each other
Too soon…yi.
Looking at a mere picture of it can get a whole squad blitzed for weeks
Sadly, I don’t think so. The pandemic-era cash grab solution was software that’s basically spyware, logging keystrokes, mouse movements, taking screenshots, etc. Some clever individuals just taped vibrators to their mice and walked away for breaks. You’re asking middle management to do real work here, ya silly.
“What IS your fascination with my forbidden closet of mysteries?”
It’s not technically hacking when Elon leaves the door open after slamming his dick in it.
I am also reasonably sure — not 100%, but reasonably — that Siri has something to do with the transcription process for visual voicemail.
“Here’s our millennial expert on technology to explain it to us. Thank you for being here.”
“No problem.”
“WHAT”
SOMA. Duplicating consciousness across multiple bodies and the branching off of one particular conscious mind to carry the narrative while the others were left behind was a fascinating concept for a game to engage with. Plus the atmosphere was a sublime nightmare.