Ten years ago, I was sitting in the house.

Did remote diagnostics of the client's crane-manipulator control, access at the developer level - fully SCADA, access through the RSO to the PLC registers. Crane - 20 tons with 12 meters of length, wrapping works. It is written very realistically.

Leaving the mansion to pour flowers in order to combine mental work with physical, the client calls:

Forestsanitar, here the crane runs by itself!

I am stupid, I think, I look at my wife behind my note, shaded!

Dear Sunny, what are you doing?

I see what you have here for a toy called the crane, traveled there and there.

He shrugged his teeth, called the client, learned that without material and human sacrifices, he was gone.

To tell the client did not, courteously explained to his wife that it was not toys.

Since then, I have disconnected, blocked computers, used secure channels, blown on milk, spit through my shoulder, believed in God and the Devil.