+"Sure. Talk to you then—if we humans are still alive, right?" Jake said, hoping that a touch of humor would be found endearing—and only realizing in the moment after he said it what a terrible play it was; Chloë was likely to take it as mockery.
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+"I hope so," she said solemnly, and the call ended.
+
+_Shit!_ How could he have been so foolish? It had been a specialist's blindness. He worked on Multigen. He knew that Multigen logged requests, and that people on his team occasionally had reason to grep those logs. He didn't want anyone knowing what he was asking Multigen to do. So he had arranged for his requests to not appear in Multigen's logs, thinking that was enough—or rather, without thinking about whether or not that was enough.
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+_Of course_ it wasn't enough! He hadn't considered that Multigen would sit behind a reverse proxy with its own logs. He was a research engineer, not a devops guy; he wrote code, but thinking about how and where the code would actually run had always been someone else's job.
+
+It got worse. When the Multigen web interface supplied the user's requested media, that data had to live somewhere. The _videos themselves_ would still be on Magma's object storage cluster! How could that have seemed like an acceptable risk? Jake struggled to recall what he had been thinking at the time. Had he been too horny to even consider it?
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+No. It had seemed safe at the time because videos weren't greppable. They would be saved in object storage under uninformative file names based on the timestamp and a random UUID.