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| - There once was a boy called Joe. He lived with his mother and father in a town not so far off from the city. Although he didn't know it, this day would change Joe's life. An alarm clock rang in his room. He woke up, groaning. He noted that it was a Saturday and that he should have turned off the alarm clock that he used during school days. He tried to get back to sleep but he just couldn't. Joe decided to play a game on his computer. He chose Neverwinter Nights. At first, there was just the usual loading screen but as he waited, he noticed that something very strange was happening. His arm was beginning to become transparent. His veins picked up a look of metallic wiring, and soon enough he found himself melting into the keyboard. The monitor seemed to take on more space, wrapping around him and soon enough everything was digital. He tried to blink, but he couldn't, he had no material body. He tried to look around, but he also couldn't, but at the same time, he instantly knew that he was a bunch data in a strange word that seemed to be made entirely of electricity. Inhabited by other pieces of data like him. High above him there was a big source of light, it was the monitor. Did that mean he was floating sideways? But how could...before he finished wondering, he already knew that there was no gravity in this world, and therefore, no "up" or "down" or "left" or "right". Soon enough information went by him, streaming to the point that he was unable to read anything. Overloaded with the rapid jarble, he instinctively converted all the data to 0. Part of the light above him went dim. Would seem he had some minor form of control. He tried to exert control over information streams, make them come slowly enough for him to understand the information, he then tried to move, but noticed he had no legs or arms...he tried to fly, to swim, to jump, but nothing worked. He then simply thought of going to a nearby information stream, and within seconds, he was there. "Awesome!" He thought. "Yes, pretty awesome, come here, will you?" he heard a voice saying in his "head", and within seconds, he was near another mass of data. Apparently, since he was only data now, other programs had some form of minor control over him. The mass of data seemed to be absorbing a large volume of streaming data, though it all came out untouched. The mass of data that called him forth looked down upon him, muttering "Yes, he will have to do." "Who are you?", Joe thought. A stream of data exited the mass of data and went through Joe, "I am Upurge.exe, I watch over this entire system, protecting it from malignant software that may enter through the internet," he heard a voice telling him, but he wasn't sure where the voice came from. "Hey! You're my antivirus! I always thought you'd be...well, actually I never thought how in hell you would look like," Joe thought again, this time, seeing the stream of data leaving him and entering Upurge. "Yes, you are the user. It is as I have thought. Before all, let me thank you, user. You were one of the only ones to download one of my copies from that free site on the internet after word went out to the forums that I was..."a piece of crap", as they called me... but no matter. "A virus has invaded this terminal, and I have no information about him on my databases... I am unable to recognize him and properly deal with him, but somehow, you are here...and I suppose you are not limited by your programming and databases. We may actually have a fighting chance now."
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