The monitor fluttered a dozen times before fading into the darkness of the room. Kramer had cut the power moments after the super-virus entered the network. He even disabled the wireless and pulled the Ethernet cable just in case wake-on-LAN was active. However, it didn’t stop some part of the programming from worming its way in. An hour later when he thought it safe to boot up the computer, a terminal flashed before him with the words
“Don’t look below”.
Kramer’s heart skipped several beats as he felt his right hand shiver…
The mouse had squeaked.