Julian leaned back in his creaking desk chair in Berlin-Kreuzberg, watching the blue light of his monitor wash over a half-eaten sandwich. It was three in the morning, the quiet hour when the internet feels thin and fragile. He had pasted eighty lines of assembly code into a prompt window, asking the machine to find where the memory leaked.
“I cannot assist with identifying or exploiting software vulnerabilities,” the screen read. Julian stared at the text, feeling the familiar sting of a modern digital