That’s when he noticed the network tab. His laptop was sending a steady 15 KB/s to an IP address in a country that didn’t officially exist on any map. He pulled the Ethernet cable. The traffic stopped. He breathed.
A folder appeared on his desktop overnight. Name: LOG_09.24 . Inside, a single text file. Not code. Not system data. It was a transcript. Of his conversations. From his phone. His phone —which was on the same Wi-Fi. The transcript included things he’d said while in the bathroom. While asleep.
Then his webcam light turned on. The cable was still unplugged.
