This morning, there was a package on my doorstep. No postmark. No return address. Just a small cardboard box.
Relieved, I went back to sleep.
"NOT_A_PS2_MEMORY_CARD_IMAGE.MYMC is not a file. It's a door. And you already opened it." not a ps2 memory card image mymc
I was standing in a dark room, the only light coming from a CRT television. On the screen, the PS2 browser was open. The corrupted data blocks were gone. Only one file remained:
Memory Card (Slot 1): 8MB Corrupted Data – 1KB Corrupted Data – 1KB Corrupted Data – 1KB This morning, there was a package on my doorstep
And a sticky note in handwriting I didn't recognize:
Took the trash to the curb.
I threw the memory card in the trash.