

When I worked at a printer, a guy came in with a USB drive of photos he wanted printed, requested we not look at them. We obliged, but something felt off. Out off 100ish files, the guy printing maybe checked 2 to make sure they did print.
This wasn’t unusual, we’d get gruesome car crash pics for court sometimes, we always respected privacy. Some of the thumbnails looked “off”, hard to describe, got the manager and had him check a few himself.
Sure enough, the closest to CSAM I’ve ever been.
There was a parked cop car next door, we went and grabbed him. Called the guy to come pick up his pictures, and busted. Had lots of fake IDs as well. One of the few times I’ve counted on the police and they came through.








I think it’s a trait easier to lean than forget. I’d rather you not be able to murder and learn to kill zombies if you’re gonna be on my team.