I dove into the Mr. Robot TV show after learning that an app, a work of interactive fiction, was being released as a promotion for the show. I downloaded Mr. Robot:1.51exfiltrati0n.ipa to my phone and got to hacking.
I’m on my early morning run and my right knee whines as I look ahead at a rising hill. I am full of regret. My dinner last night really should have been more than beer, popcorn, and ice cream. “Zombies detected,” a robotic voice intones.