"Anybody seen C0dy?"
Orson peeked out from his cubicle. "Oh, yeah- nope! Still recovering from his drinking games with Redbone last night. I emailed him about the contact page. I also got my phone auto-dialing every 3 minutes; soon as he comes back from the dead, he oughta pick up. If he doesn't fix the page by lunch, can you take care of it?"
Elise nodded. "I'll take care of it now. But is he coming in today?"
Redbone shrugged his shoulders. "He was still in bed when I got up. Maybe he went to the lab, get some hours in with the English majors."
"No good, " Elise said. "He didn't show yesterday, either. They think he's on a campaign..."
"Not without me, he isn't!" Orson logged into his workstation as he made a call to a
guildmember on speed dial. "Terry, is C0dy logged in? He's AWOL..."
Elise sat down at C0dy's station, and got his password on the third try. By that point, Orson and Redbone had exhausted their search efforts. Elise brought up the source code for C0dy's pages-
the code was gone. C0dy had wiped out every line, except for one: "function=0"
inspired by Discover Magazine article, "An Activist's Tragic End: Remembering Aaron Swartz"
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