Chapter 4:// Checking up
They went home for the first time and logged on the wifi.
Ahhh… Nice and cozy, all to yourself. mp34ever was locked, but they had the password. Open access, admin privileges, the whole shebang. Or #!, in daemonspeak.
httpd> Ugh. I’m getting an order from the fridge.
parrotd> Pass it along.
eyed> ACK. Displaying… He swiped it away.
parrotd> Nevermind then.
The user threw away his shirt and scratched his balls with his prosthetic hand. He paused for a bit, winced in realisation of what he was doing and resumed the action, gently this time.
armd> Ewww!
He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The matte black cyberarm was coming out of his shoulder and hanging like the real thing. The doctor had said that he was only injured just below
