Flash Drives

(Compiling files....buffering....opening files...)

Good God! What sort of a programmer was my mother, I think the best thing to have called her was hacker. There were hundreds if not thousands of files on the three flash drives, my mom had built an algorithm into the drives to disable their security once they were not only inserted into a secure port at the same time, but had biometric confirmation that I was the one looking at the information. And there was a lot of it, secrets of not just the nations of earth, even more secrets than I already knew, but also of the colony on the moon, Mars, and the three space stations.