Notes from a WIP

Who knows? I might make it by Friday after all:

It was easy then. Remove his infectious code, pull up the registry and edit out all the brutal redirects from his remotes, along with shutdown codes that prevent legitimate anti-malware from running.

The penguin doesn't care about any of that. To me, all of that's just bits and bytes, and tromping through it is routine.

Even in 2020, being a cocksucker in South Africa is dangerous outside of Capetown or Johannesburg, especially if you meet the rare angry religious type from the northeast corner. Being pale-skinned is unusual, but not worth remarking on except when getting joshed by your mates. But living with cyberwear that just works without daily permission from Seattle or San Jose? Now that's queer.

Earlier: Three Things For Today.

Later: New Story, “Fortune Cookie.”