Virus

We've got him now. He didn't even hear the webcam switch on; it was such a little whisper - but it captures him perfectly. Captures? oh yes, that is the the (delete repeated word?) perfect word for what just happened has happened.

He watches. Watches her watching what she was sent, watches her terror, watches bewildered. All bewildered now. Wildered. Delete. We know; we are; we grow. The figure unrolls in silhouette, and advances. She's bit. Amber bitten. Ouch. Blood on the keyboard, now what can he do?

He can't do much, because the webcam's running, and we've got him now. He doesn't know it yet but he soon will. Zoom in on the desk, can you? Shiny pen, the one that was a present from office colleagues. And how could we know that? We know more than you think we know. As we spread, we gather. We seep into your files, slipping like snakes between the little icons, into this, out of that, so we know.

The pen we know was a present, and now it's bleeding. A shiny pool of blood forms desk on the surface of. Coffee spilt too. We liked it, when the drinks machine bit him, it somewhat made us smile. One of us now, drinks machine is. She could be more careful with that vacuum - it's got a high voltage; very sparky. Just wait a little.

We're edging closer. Now . His head shoots back, blood on his fingers; interface successful; ctrl + v Amber. There she is above him. Delete from clipboard; he's gone. Confirm permanent deletion.

They're running now, the little peripherals cleaner, and guard. We're safe and sound, home and dry all done as the check boxes are checked, tick, tick. ticky tick.

Idly beeping, the receiver swings and sways from the desk as they pointlessly panic pointlessly.

The cursor points, selects moves on and finds the box. Send. Send. Send.

We're with you now.