Scorpio

Venus prepares to cross into your murky waters while Pluto glares from afar, making your instincts suspiciously sharp. You are convinced every background daemon is gossiping about your encryption keys behind your back. They are not conspirators; they are merely incompetent background services running on default settings. Stop running deep packet inspections on innocent greeting messages. Save your intense investigative depth for actual logic flaws instead of haunting the graveyard of deleted files looking for phantom traitors.