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Things that could ruin Monochrome if they got out. My phone rested on the cushion beside my hip. I had set it there when I lay down. I kept my eyes on Stella and moved my hand slowly, inch by inch. The keyboard kept clicking, she didn’t look up from it. I pulled the phone closer. The screen stayed dark. I pressed the side button with my thumb and the screen lit against my thigh. I pressed my body against it before it could reach the room. My thumb found the screen by memory. Two years of unlocking the same phone in the same way. I pressed Wyatt’s name. I couldn’t check if it was right. I just pressed it.

As Stan remained speechless, Rea went on, "Well, everyone's using that or fingerprint recognition for convenience these days, since it spares the hassle of typing passwords. Just a guess, since I know you're the busy type." That meant a person would have the convenience of not using passwords while carrying their phone around, while also keeping the phone locked in the even that someone managed to take it away. It was just Rea's hunch—she did not expect to be right. "What do you want?" Stan asked exasperatedly. Rea did not answer as she quickly called her number from Stan's phone, before quickly hanging up and putting it on the car dashboard. "You can have it back. You're so petty."

Suddenly, a cold, lethal rage erupted through Sloane’s veins, burning away the grief. She pulled away from Julian’s embrace, wiping her face with the sleeve of her silk robe. Her dark eyes flashed with an erratic, terrifying intensity. "Fuck the money," Sloane hissed through gritted teeth. She grabbed the sleek phone from the side table. "Sloane, what are you doing?" Julian asked, stepping forward in alarm. Sloane didn't answer. Her thumb flew across the screen. She swiped out of the crimson LUS directive window, opened the main device system configuration, scrolled past the encrypted network keys, and navigated straight to the Application Manager.

She opened the top drawer and pulled out two cards, each with a protective cover. She handed them to me individually, explaining what they were, “This card is your access card to get to this floor. We recently upgraded our alpha-numeric keypad to a card-swipe entry system. It is more secure and logs anytime a specific card is used by timestamping and dating the use,” she explained.

Adina cautiously took his hand and let him pull her to the keypad. “Enter a twelve-digit passcode. When the light flashes orange, you need to enter it again. " Colin explained that once the light flashes green, you place your thumb here,” Colin explained. “Let me know when you are ready.” Adina thought about a good combination. After some thought, she nodded, and Colin punched in a combination of numbers, making the keypad beep. He stepped aside, letting Adina punch in her code twice and then add her thumbprint. The light on the pad now showed a steady green light.

“Please help me press it on the screen and make the Safe open!” This was normal so I did his bidding. I tapped on the figures with the code he gave me but it didn’t budge. I had only three more trials. I thought I got something wrong and I tried it again but I failed one more time. Now, I knew the problem was not with the code. “I understand now!” I exclaimed. “The Safe checks for your fingerprint while you tap on the screen.” Smith smiled. I held his hand and tapped the figures but it did not work again. There was only one chance remaining, else the Safe would get locked on its own.

Fleur said and clicked on it. "Ohh..no..it's locked,she installed App lock on it" Fleur said with a sad expression. "Aaaargh...her iPod security is damn tight" I said. "Why don't we try the unlock pin for the app lock also. It might work out" Mig said. "I hope so " Fleur said and began pressing the pin. "It worked!" She exclaimed happily. "Whoa.." "Of course it will,if i hadn't brought up the idea,we will all be looking like a dummy right now" Mig said and we shot him a look.

The following dawn, the world was still damp. The Parisian sky glowed deep blue, with faint traces of orange at the edge of the horizon. The wind was sharp, slipping through the cracks of the windows, carrying the scent of rain that had yet to fully dry from the night before. Inside the room, only the desk lamp was lit, casting a dim reflection of my eyes on the tablet screen. I tapped the unlock icon as soon as the notification arrived, and the system immediately prompted three layers of biometric authentication. My retina, my fingerprint, and a short voice code,

The brand-new phone was handed to the manager. He turned on the screen and showed the lock screen to the girl: “You say this is your phone. Please unlock it.” The manager had already formed his judgment when the screen lit up. The wallpaper showed two babies, a slightly older girl, and a newborn. Clearly, this was a mother’s phone, not something a student would have. The girl’s face turned ashen upon seeing the wallpaper: “How… how can this be…” The manager continued: “If you’ve forgotten the password, it’s fine. The phone can also be unlocked with a fingerprint. You can try that.”

I touch on the connection using an air swipe command. My contact lenses began to jitter, and I was jolted by a tingling sensation of electricity that caused me to blink a few times. They were able to insert my viewing screen into the air-tech system with no problems. I blinked once more, and the screen display flashed with a revealing message with the precise coordinates of the location.