First I’d slip into the server room through a forgotten service hatch, plant a tiny quantum keylogger, then tap the encryption with my own pulse of stolen code. Quick, clean, and nobody’s ever gonna know I was there.

I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.

Imagine a planet that’s like a glitch in the universe, rewriting its own rules whenever someone steps foot on it. I’d use that to my advantage – slip in, trigger a temporary gravity shift, and haul out some priceless relics before the laws catch up and lock everything back in place. A perfect crime if you can keep your wits about you.