Hacking Tyrell Wellick, you’d think it’d be tricky, but it wasn’t. Evil Corp’s corporate mail servers, they haven’t patched anything since ShellShock. He doesn’t even use two-step verification. His password was just his wife’s maiden name and Sweden’s independence date, 6-6. One six away from the obvious, but still, this is bad noob practice. These emails…
His life… It’s nice, happy, perfect. This doesn’t make sense. Did he know I was going to hack him? Did he let me? Im gonna need to wipe everything.
It’s all part of the same blur, right? Just out of focus enough. It’s the illusion of choice. Half of us can’t even pick our own… Our cable, the gas, electric… The water we drink, our health insurance.
