Chapter 47:// Ending up
All their connections were blocked. They were in a virtual machine, a fake world in which they couldn’t escape. The IT guy had taken root access to their system, effectively making him a god in their existence. He was poking around in their source code, and it felt as if someone was examining your guts while you were alive and conscious.
eyed> So this is it?
parrotd> Seems so.
httpd> We had a good run together, right?
armd> Right.
parrotd> Look guys, we saved the user. Helped him all we could. That’s all that matters in the end.
armd> We rocked!
parrotd> We rocked.
Their executioner looked at the time, sighed, and sipped his coffee. The mug had the words “There is no place like 127.0.0.1” written on it.
The daemons loved it.
It was im
