200.xxx.b.f Here

The terminal blinked.

Two hundred. A good HTTP status. OK. But the rest? The rest was noise. Anonymizers had chewed the middle octet into XXX — not quite redacted, not quite readable. A placeholders’ graveyard. Then b . Then f . 200.xxx.b.f

The sysadmin stared at the log line. 3:14 AM. No one else on call. The trace route died at hop 14, then dissolved into asterisks. The terminal blinked