The virtual screens danced before me, projected by my glasses. The source code was there, finally within my reach. Each line glowed in a fluid, organized sequence, almost as if it were calling out to me, teasing me.
"Perfect…" I thought, as the terminal displayed the progress of the external link extraction to my personal data repository. The flow of information was flawless, each byte fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle. It was everything I needed.
My hands moved quickly, navigating through the floating windows that filled the virtual space before me. I needed transportation—something fast and discreet. The next step was crucial, and the last thing I needed was unwanted attention.
