I step forward, pulled by some invisible force towards the chanting programmers. Whispering a silent prayer, I aim my Termux at the portal, and invoke the forbidden command. “drop all tables,” I murmur, barely audible over the cacophony. But the shell’s voice-to-text interface hears. It always hears. The CEO’s face contorts in anger and surprise. “What have you done?” he screams, but I don’t answer.