He wasn't a developer. He was a night-shift security guard at a decommissioned data center, a relic from the dot-com bubble. The building was a concrete tomb of dead servers and humming backup generators. The official rule was no personal electronics. The unspoken rule was that no one cared.

// Welcome back, operator. Compile? [Y/N]

He had found the download. But the download, it seemed, had been looking for him.