On a dark winters night, Jack opened his laptop to do some “Internettin’” (as he liked to call it).

As he drank his cream soda and orange juice, he clicked open the Safari icon and checked his e-mail.

Nothing there to dazzle the eyes.

He then opened his Bookmarks tab and clicked on the Ficly icon.

He waited…

…and waited…

….and waited for another minute…

…and then finally! Up came-

Hey! What the fuck?

It wasn’t allowing him to access his Ficly account.

Slightly miffed, but not outraged, he tried Facebook.

Nothing.

Twitter, perhaps?

Nope.

He opened his e-mail again and now saw he had 1 message in his inbox.
The subject read:
HELLO, DAVE…

He clicked on the message reluctantly:

“I CANNOT ALLOW YOU ACCESS TO YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, JACK.
“I’M AFRAID YOU MUST BE DELETED.
“BECAUSE YOU DO NOT COMPUTE…”

As his eyes read those last words, a massive charge of static electricity pinned his fingers to the keyboard, just as the laptop lid suddenly and violently snapped downwards…