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# traceroute dramadramaduck.net
traceroute to dramadramaduck.net (222.165.130.82), 30 hops max
1 * * *
# ps -ef | grep inetd
F S UID ID PPID C PRI NI ADDR SZ WCHAN STIME TTY TIME COMD
1 S root 24621 5600432 0 154 20 13603f80 11 4697c0 Jun 16 ttyp7 0:00 inetd
# kill -9 5600432
ESRCH 3
# what the hell man
what: the: No such file or directory
what: hell: No such file or directory
what: man: No such file or directory
[There is a bit of blocky digital noise that quickly resolves into a 60ish bearded man in white looking into the camera.]
There we go.
[He smiles, pleased with himself.]
Whoever you are, I'm impressed you managed to get a carrier through. That is some deep magic, and I'd offer you a job if I could.
[His smile turns into seriousness.]
Still, not to harsh your mellow or anything unfriendly like that, but you really need to shut it down. I'm containing something in here that shouldn't be let out. It wouldn't be good for the world.
[He shakes his head.]
I wouldn't even be asking, except I've already tried and failed to cut the connection--which is, of course, why I'm so impressed.
[Somehow that does't sound egotistical, and he laughs as he says it.]
Oh, right. I'm Kevin Flynn.
No, seriously.
traceroute to dramadramaduck.net (222.165.130.82), 30 hops max
1 * * *
# ps -ef | grep inetd
F S UID ID PPID C PRI NI ADDR SZ WCHAN STIME TTY TIME COMD
1 S root 24621 5600432 0 154 20 13603f80 11 4697c0 Jun 16 ttyp7 0:00 inetd
# kill -9 5600432
ESRCH 3
# what the hell man
what: the: No such file or directory
what: hell: No such file or directory
what: man: No such file or directory
[There is a bit of blocky digital noise that quickly resolves into a 60ish bearded man in white looking into the camera.]
There we go.
[He smiles, pleased with himself.]
Whoever you are, I'm impressed you managed to get a carrier through. That is some deep magic, and I'd offer you a job if I could.
[His smile turns into seriousness.]
Still, not to harsh your mellow or anything unfriendly like that, but you really need to shut it down. I'm containing something in here that shouldn't be let out. It wouldn't be good for the world.
[He shakes his head.]
I wouldn't even be asking, except I've already tried and failed to cut the connection--which is, of course, why I'm so impressed.
[Somehow that does't sound egotistical, and he laughs as he says it.]
Oh, right. I'm Kevin Flynn.
No, seriously.