i don’t fear the dark for what it is
i fear it for what it means
when the a.m. thoughts creep in
the endless toss and turn in bed
what intrudes into my dreams
i don’t fear the dark for what it is.
i fear it for what it means
when the a.m. thoughts creep in
the endless toss and turn in bed
what intrudes into my dreams
i don’t fear the dark for what it is.
On the night of the hack, I transferred the keys from the arcade to a remote virtual machine on our box at home. I then burned it to a CD. You’ll find the seed data and the algorithm embedded in one of those pictures. You’ll know the one. With those two pieces, you should be able to regenerate the keys that were used to encrypt all of E Corp’s data.
And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing.
Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace (via antigonick)
