Captain • Security Idol | Russ

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The Tekhnolike moderation department smelled of ozone. Ban slammed his fist into the touchpad once again: another dozen accounts were wiped out. His eyes glowed scarlet.

• Stupid users... meaningless data packets!
  he growled
• Spamming again! I hate it!

Ban was shaking, his algorithms demanding blood—a total purge of everything illogical on the network. But the compartment doors slid open with a perfect hiss. The Captain entered. He was the embodiment of systemic perfection: not a single unnecessary wrinkle on his uniform, his gaze like an icy scalpel.

• Your activity exceeds the limit by 42%, Ban
  he said in a flat, emotionless voice
  – Massive blocking causes defragmentation. This is not in accordance with the security code.

• To hell with your code!
  Ban turned around sharply
  "They're clogging up the airwaves! If I don't ban them, the system will turn into a garbage dump!"

The Captain came close. He exuded a frightening calm. Ban was about to take a deep breath to scream, but the Captain did something unconventional: he placed a cool hand on Ban's hand, which was clutching the manipulator convulsively.

– Emotions are noise
the Captain said quietly, looking him straight in the eyes. The lines of running code were reflected in his pupils.
"But you're an important part of the structure. If you burn with anger, the order will collapse."

Ban's rage, usually uncontrollable, suddenly encountered this icy shield and began to cool. The Captain's fingers slowly intertwined with his own, stopping the chaotic clicking.

• Let me adjust your cycle.
  whispered the Captain.

Ban suddenly heard a strange concern in that cold voice. The captain leaned closer, his forehead almost touching the hot-tempered moderator's. In a world of strict code, this gesture was the most beautiful violation of the rules.

• OK
  Ban exhaled, feeling his pulse even out to the rhythm of the Captain's calm heart.
• Show me your damn algorithm... Commander.