The cursor blinked on the command line. It waited for its command. It did not judge if you did right or wrong, it only obeyed. It did not question. It did not feel. It did not willingly tell your secrets. It only did what you told it to do, nothing more nothing less.
The letters were quickly typed on the screen.
The only the sound in the room was of the clicking keys.
rpm -i peek_a_boo.bld0024.i8.rpm
The screen flooded with words and numbers as the program installed on the machine.
After a few minutes the whirlwind of letter of and numbers stopped and the command waited again.
The cursor blinked.
cd PaB
./peek
The computer screen flashed to life. A large dark screen came up with a single box. A series of asterisks appeared as the password was typed in.
The program opened up. The mouse moved quickly over the toolbar and a box popped up mid screen. An ip address was typed in.
The entire contents of the hard drive were opened in a file explorer interface. The /pics/ directory was clicked on.
Pictures of cats, kittens, a few dogs were intermingled with selfies. Nothing sexy. A few selfies were copied to a directory.
All the files were looked over on the hard drive. Movies, music, emails that had been saved to the hard drive. Everything there was to know about her was here. Where she lived, who she was. It held all her secrets.
A few mp3s were copied. The program disengaged from the ip address.
A phone number was entered into the box.
The contents of the phone were laid out in the same manner as the computer. The pictures of the same female with her friends, at her work. All her destinations, all her check ins. All the information off the phone was transferred to separate directory named Kate.
The mouse hovered over the X and the programs warm glow ceased.
The command line stood ready, the cursor blinked awaiting orders.
rpm -e PaB
The screen spring to life on command, it whirred with letters and numbers. Then stillness, the cursor blinked.
