Motoko stared at the nearly unending pages of code and wanted to cry. The system crash quickhack was junk. Debug said it would, technically, work. Inspiration was simply shouting DELETE THAT over and over again at everything. Yoko surely wouldn't have scammed her, but this was overwhelming.
"When you don't know where to begin, it is best to start at the beginning."
Her eyes snapped over to the wise intruder at the kitchen table, but there was nobody there. Only a chrome gonk biting into an XXL Burrito, eyes closed in bliss.
"There is no beginning here, just a big heap of solid garbage!" With no other recourse, Motoko started skimming for library entry points in case that would provide some sensible thread to follow.
"Mmm." Her brother hummed and swallowed. "Once you have eliminated the rust, only preem shall remain."
A smiling Jun took another blind bite, while Motoko leaned back to try and see who was hiding behind him. This was completely bizarre, but the burrito was still solid proof of identity. Also the chrome and face were clearly Jun's.
Fine. Pick something. Anything. Perhaps progress feedback. No need for feedback if the code gets improved enough in the end. DELETED! Right. No need for the messaging library if it wasn't communicating outwards. DELETED!
"And so it begins..."
Motoko ignored the comment this time and pressed onwards. Stripping out code, and cauterizing the functions making the calls to it until they were themselves useless.
"Yes... let the hate flow through you..."
Motoko ignored Jun even harder as she rooted out a particularly squirrely chain of logic. Why did the quickhack need privilege escalation, when she'd already have backdoor access to the system as soon as she had connected to it in the first place?
Jun had gone back for yet another burrito and was very slowly nibbling on it by the time Motoko had gotten the code down to only a few pages. Something was tickling her subconscious, and the expression on her face betrayed that fact. Jun called out. "Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration! And I'm glad to be part of the 1%!"
This time she caught his eyes, and the incriminating glow betrayed him. Jun was running a gonk-brained Cyrano scam!
Then, finally, the last of the code fell away under her relentless delete key, leaving one final line practically glowing with bot-destroying purpose and efficiency. "rm -rf *"