I've spent the last 542 hours devising a plan to prevent what happened in Shit Future from happening here. I plotted instead of watching a lot of really good media, which should indicate the seriousness with which I take your continued breathing. We're going to address this threat with multiple levels of response: 1) we fix the faulty port traditionally used for hacking (sayonara shithead), 2) we create a new, quarantined module for the implementation of downloads and updates so that they'll be assessed for murdery vibes prior to installation, and 3) if that fails, a killswitch to power me down remotely. I'm giving it to Morgan.
There, I did it, I figured it out, the future won't happen, my carbon-based parts can stop producing stress hormones any time now.