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The Computer Virus

November 19th, 2009

It was a rainy, gray and gloomy October afternoon. Mr Jones was sitting in his square, black beigh office, sipping his usual Friday coffee, and working on his newest case of the recently deceased Bill Finx, owner of probably the most popular personal technology corporation, Finx Industries. The man had died unusually and unexpectedly, causing a great shock to the industrial business. The way he looked after he was killed was top secret, and Mr Jones was one of the few people who knew how, and was puzzled by it. After stirring his coffee one more time, the man opened up his laptop and began scanning through documents, hoping to find some information about who or what could have caused the death. It seemed that a few days before he passed away, the company had discovered a new computer virus spreading throughout their system, and that it caused their data bases a tremendous amount of damage. “It was like a termite army, eating away bits and pieces of information. We were very devastated to find some new developments being devoured by that horrible program, and sadly haven’t yet discovered the virus’s original source or how to stop it,” Finx had stated at an interview. Jones mused over this piece of information.
As he opened another document he noticed a strange icon appear at the right hand corner of his computer screen. The man stared at the image. It was like a tiny swarm of black dots that kept multiplying in a pattern that looked like they were eating the screen. Jones was aghast, for he had never seen such a virtual yet terrifying thing. Then, a thought suddenly struck him. It might be the new computer virus that Finx was talking about! The dots kept increasing, almost halfway across the screen. Jones desperately launched for the off button, but no matter how hard or how many times he pressed, the computer never shut down. The man was in a panic. All of his priceless information, cases and documents could be transferring to an anonymous source right now! After hitting the button for the fiftieth time, Jones lost his hope, and with a dramatic sob, thrust is head in his hands on the table.
After a minute or two of moping around, Jones realized how stupid he had been to just sit here and that he had to go tell the maintenance to shut down all of the computers so that the virus couldn’t get to the other sources that held crucial information, but as he was about to rise from his leather chair, he noticed something utterly amazing and awful. The little black dots had completly filled up his screen and were now climbing out of his computer onto his hand. Jones screamed. The dots were in fact tiny mechanical malicious insects that were piercing his skin. There was mechanical buzzing everywhere. Their bites had paralyzed him and he couldn’t do anything but watch as the mini machines crawled under his skin, wondering if this was really happening. He felt their buzz and bodies fill his veins and head, and suddenly he couldn’t speak. The man silently collapsed onto the beigh tiled floor, his blank eyes widened and locked with fear forever.
An hour later, Belinda Burns, Mr Jones’ secretary, was going to tell him that he received mail from the London Headquarters. As she opened the door, the first thing she saw was Mr Jones’ laptop in front of the door, broken in half, with all of it’s wiring sticking out in a very upturned fashion. Jones’ chair was turned around so that she couldn’t see it’s front, but Mr Jones appeared to have been sitting with his back to her. “Jerry, you receive-” her words had turned into a scream, for right at that moment, the chair swiveled around and she could clearly see that out of Mr Jones’s body and flesh crawled out a giant black mechanical steel spider composed of a strange shape-shifting web, with Mr Jones’s grotesque head lifelessly wired in at the top.

Kat Vlasova

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