The Final Bot

Your eyes hurt with the late hour. The only light is provided by the computer cursor blinking green. Multiple sirens echo into the night and you can't tell whether they're getting closer.

You press enter and shut your eyes and hope the copied, rehashed, reformatted and multiply retried code is correct. The computer doesn't whirr as it sends the request to the darkest corner of the web because you paid a lot of money for the cooling system.

You open your eyes, and at the top of the screen it says, The Final Bot.

This bot shouldn't exist. Your fingers tremble over the keyboard.

What do you type?