Password at the Gates
“Password?” came the booming Voice, which appeared to emanate from swirling white clouds around the gates that I stood up to my knees on a cloud in front of. “Password?” I asked, puzzled. “Password!” insisted The Voice. “Pardon?” I am still confused. “No, that won’t do at all,” The Voice sounded quite pissed off. “Didn’t they tell you that your password must be made up from letters, numbers and other characters, the ones I call the squiggly bits?” “No. Nobody said nothing about a...