I’m sitting at my desk in California, eating a Chipotle lunch while controlling a mega-server located several hundred miles away in Oregon. With a few lines of code, I’m telling the server to pour all of its processing power onto a single file. My goal is to bypass this file’s security by brute-force cracking its password, testing millions of possible combinations before I find the right one. Normally, this mission would be deep into black-hat territory. But I’m not in any danger of breaking laws or attracting the Feds, because the file I’m trying to hack belongs to a younger version of me.
Been there, done that. Na szczęście mój własny komputer wystarczył.