I'm into computers. Deep.
Jacques Cousteau deep. In the wires, circuit boards,
chips... I see a strange building in the distance. The
sky is all Halloween orange and the air smells electric.
I will the building to move to me, and it takes me in.
Deep. A voice like metal screeches, "VIRUS
ALERT!" What the hell is that!?
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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