‘Permission denied’ had become the laptop’s quote of choice.
When he felt hands drop on his shoulders and begin kneading his muscles, his reaction wasn’t to lean into the sensation—no matter how good it felt—but to twist away. He looked back, squinted at Gavin, and pointed at his screen. “You ever seen this?”
Gavin peered, shrugged. “I’m not sure? Let me try and access it. I should be able to get into anything on this system.”
After four attempts and four flashes of the computer’s taunt, ‘Permission denied’, it became obvious that Gavin didn’t have nearly the free-range capabilities he thought he had.
“Weird,” Gavin sat back, then suddenly leaned forward and tried to type his credentials into the system yet again. “That makes no sense. I have an access level of ten. Volos, Dyball, and
