"I still miss it. I get the itch to just get my fingers into some code but— I mean, writing it out on paper isn't really the same," she jokes. "I built my very first computer from spare parts I scavenged from the markets. That thing was screaming for death by the time my brother saved up enough to buy me something better, the kind of things I was using it to run. There's just something so... freeing, about being able to build a program or crack a decryption with something you came up with."
Everything at the Project took some of the joy out of it, by the end, but there are cracks in the parts of her that had no choice but to turn away from doing anything for the joy of it. Enough for her to really miss having a keyboard beneath her fingers after months of only pen, paper and typewriters.
"God, the rudest..." she makes a thoughtful noise that morphs into a laugh. "Okay, well, it's a sort of two-parter. One of my favourite tricks was exposing local scammers and the like and obviously those people didn't exactly take kindly to their business being public. This one guy, he made the biggest fuss, total public tantrum, sooo I switched the feed out to a crying baby. And when he didn't like that I switched it again to an animated middle finger. There were literally dozens of screens playing the animation over and over and he had no idea who let alone where I was."
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"I still miss it. I get the itch to just get my fingers into some code but— I mean, writing it out on paper isn't really the same," she jokes. "I built my very first computer from spare parts I scavenged from the markets. That thing was screaming for death by the time my brother saved up enough to buy me something better, the kind of things I was using it to run. There's just something so... freeing, about being able to build a program or crack a decryption with something you came up with."
Everything at the Project took some of the joy out of it, by the end, but there are cracks in the parts of her that had no choice but to turn away from doing anything for the joy of it. Enough for her to really miss having a keyboard beneath her fingers after months of only pen, paper and typewriters.
"God, the rudest..." she makes a thoughtful noise that morphs into a laugh. "Okay, well, it's a sort of two-parter. One of my favourite tricks was exposing local scammers and the like and obviously those people didn't exactly take kindly to their business being public. This one guy, he made the biggest fuss, total public tantrum, sooo I switched the feed out to a crying baby. And when he didn't like that I switched it again to an animated middle finger. There were literally dozens of screens playing the animation over and over and he had no idea who let alone where I was."