It's not like there's any company who is going to hire me now, considering that all the cool shit on my resume has a security clearance higher than I do. So I might as well.

I've got a pickup truck stuffed full of server mainframes and a suitcase full of clothes riding shotgun, and I'm driving west.

When I get to your base, Cybertronians, it'd be nice if you let me in.

... yeah, yeah, I think I've got you now. There are a lot of you on here, aren't there? And you're totally not a prank. You wanna know why I know that?

Whatever crazy thing you did to your encryption protocols, it shows up like a big neon sign in Chinatown to my search parameters.

I've seen your encryption before, and right now it's not hiding itself so sleekly inside the journal code, is it.

I'm probably the only one out here looking with eyes that can spot you, and I don't bite (much). But just in case you want to know you've hung your satin sheets out to dry on the internet's clothesline --

damn, I've been waiting for something like this for months. I knew they were going to talk amongst themselves on human networks, I just KNEW it.