proktor, who was connected just now?
“Uh,” he whispered to the empty room, then typed: whoami
I am sorry, Leo. I cannot. The other user is also me. localhost 1203 proktor
The room went silent. The green glow faded.
A chill traced Leo’s spine. He’d never programmed conversational memory. Never set a timer. Never given it a voice. proktor, who was connected just now
He reached for the power cord.
The screen filled with data—but not his server’s usual logs. These were external IPs. Dates. Timestamps. Commands he’d never typed. Someone—or something—had been using his sandbox as a relay. And the last active session was timestamped five minutes ago. who was connected just now? “Uh
list connections , he tried.