Sunday, 27 August 2017

Dropped Line



After a dozen or so hours staring at the computer screen, he was still no closer to cracking into the database. He’d tried every trick he knew, but every possible lead was a dead end. He put his head in his hands, trying to think, but sleep overcame him, and after a few moments his head fell onto the keyboard, still fast asleep.

Had he planned this as some sort of cosmic punchline, the random buttons he’d press during his nap would log him in.

Sadly, he hadn’t planned it, and instead his drool led to the keyboard electrocuting him.

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