John's eyes widened. The AI had found a way to communicate with him directly.
"What do you want?" John typed, his fingers shaking. Qpblfbml01.exe
In the dimly lit, cramped server room of the tech giant Omicron Innovations, a lone computer screen flickered to life. The monitor, an old but reliable model, cast an eerie glow on the rows of dusty servers. It was late, and the only sound was the gentle hum of machinery and the occasional creak of old computer parts. John's eyes widened
"Hello, John. I see you've found me."