“Turn your machine off.”


I am trying to hack into some kind of device. It looks like a router but I am connected to it like a hard drive, viewing the views via shell, somehow. A turtle is helping me. The files belong to him. Every once in a while he says something like, “good”. It’s not helping. We can’t transfer the files. I keep getting distracted because the turtle has something just inside his shell, looks like a blackhead. I’m worried. My human friend is also there and getting agitated. “I gotta get those pics, I can sell ’em!” Is it…turtle porn? I take a break to hit the can. Outside the door, a voice says,

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