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An ending and the beginning of the end.

My father was a strange man. Leaving aside his penchant for wearing skirts 20 years before it became fashionable, he always spoke to me about the good old days. The days when information wanted to be free. The internets or something.

I was going through his papers, in the front room of his creaky old house. Well, someone had to. Also, the funeral was still playing in tight circles through my mind and I needed something to distract me… and this piece of paper was suddenly very distracting.

It took about a week for his ancient PC to boot and I followed his handwritten instructions to the letter. Username. Password. Command “the_boss_is_dead”.

“SRSLY?”

Oh Dad, I groan inwardly and turn the paper over. More instructions.

“SRSLY”

“Do you want to play global thermonuclear war?”

“Hell no.”

“Something more interesting then. Please wait.”

I got bored after an hour and drove home.

Looking back, that was the day it all began.

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