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The file size was exactly 666 kilobytes. The name of the file was stn.dll, and it was a computer virus, although it
When I was younger,
Either way, I first encountered stn.dll when I was rummaging through a
The name, stn.dll was somewhat uncomforting, seeing as the one who supposedly wrote the program liked rather sexual names. Then, there was the fact that the information behind the file
It was encrypted, meaning even at a decompiled state, I
I remember the thunderstorm that had reunited me with stn.dll, it was a tough one. The sky was black, the rain was hard, it was a violent storm. I was working on some software for you, if you recall. I think you were one of my first managers after moving here, and
Anyways, I remember getting really pissed off as soon as I understood the situation, I have finished up the database and forgot to save, and it was late at night, so I really
Now that I think of it, I think the lightning
I inserted the flash drive into the computer. Forgetting the computer was off, I inserted the flash drive into the monitor, and then the computer started right up. That was… rather odd. The computer turned on after I inserted the flash drive. I jumped, almost falling off the chair. It
Upon thinking about the blackout, I got up to try to turn on the lights of the room. They
I took all the files from the flash drive, and put them in a new folder. I entitled the folder stn_fldr, and then logged off my computer to go to sleep for a while.
The next morning, I awoke to a shock; my flash drive was no longer plugged into my computer. In fact, further inspection of the office found that the flash drive
I instantly did a virus scan and my antivirus told me that there was a trojan virus in a file called stn.dll… but that
Well,
Eventually, these thoughts were too much for me. The executable changed file size several times of the course of the weeks, first it was 100 kilobytes, then 321 kilobytes, and then 453 kilobytes. Finally, it was 666 kilobytes. The night that this happened, I remember waking up to a roar of thunder, although the night sky was completely barren. There was something in the air keeping me from falling asleep, I began to think of stn.dll. Something was urging me to run the executable. Something was telling me to do it, perhaps it was my own subconscious, or even the conscious of another being.
Now, this email is getting rather long,
==Part 2==
Oh, so I see you got my email. Your reply was rather vulgar,
My last email left off with me awake on a night that sleep
It began slowly, barely a hum. It was the laugh of an elder man, it seemed vulnerable yet threatening at the same time. I
I smiled. Hypnotized, I now knew what I got up for. I had an executable file to run. I walked like a drunk man, I was sure of it. My sub-conscious was asking itself what the hell it was doing; it was telling me to stop. I
The chair was comforting, relaxing, luring. I sat, and before I could stop myself, I put my hand on the keyboard. My hand touched the screen, I remember, and the monitor came up without a
What a nightmare.
When I woke, the sun
Dazed out of confusion, the command line went away, and I was stuck with silence. How the hell did the program know my name was John? I figured it probably tracked some of my payment or bank records, in that case it would be explainable. But that was the type of hacking that takes months to write up, it still
I looked at it, dizzily. The printer said that there was a job it needed to print. Curiously, I pressed Ok, and proceeded to print out whatever the hell the printer was about to print.
It began printing out pages, something I
I examined the phrases, and they seemed random to me, one phrase was
The last phrase simply read out
Big Sausage. That phrase
I wanted to tell myself that these were mere coincidences, and that at least one phrase from the one of the papers would at least give me some reassurance. I hoped that one phrase would say something that
I sat down, thinking that perhaps I hit my head harder on the table than I expected. I read more phrases, scanning different phrases to see what else the program got right about me. It was all 100% accurate, every phrase I read I was able to easily connect to a time I had received pain, agony, or depression.
The printer started again. I jumped. What else could possibly print out without me prompting it? I almost
The monitor turned on. I was getting really scared now. The room seemed to darken even more. I was actually confused whether it was day or night at one moment. A command prompt flashed onto the screen. The command prompt printed out a message. It said
I stood shaking, walking backwards to the door. My hand was sweating furiously, my fingers holding onto the knob of the door. The thing within the computer
The command prompt printed out
I trembled, moving over to the seat to sit. I put my hand on the mouse to type something into the command prompt but before I could, the computer printed out:
I honestly wish I
My hand slipped. I mean, it trembled violently, and the coffee in the pot splashed everywhere, including my skin. I screamed, and dropped the pot, shattering it upon contact. It was a glass mug, so it instantly made the whole floor a dangerous landscape of sharp tendrils waiting to embed themselves in my skin. The pain, my skin was burning. It took me about five seconds to realize I was standing near the kitchen sink, and I turned it on with full force to the medium temperature. My hand, it was going limp. It was losing feeling, and it was turning into a bright red color. I kept dousing it in the water, tears coming to my eyes as I realized the luck I was having. My migraine exploded with full force, and I slouched down to the kitchen cabinets, looking out at the glass shards scattered on the floor.
I was thinking of how to get across and call the ambulance when I heard it. The printer roared back up to life, getting ready to print out another paper. Only, something was quite wrong with it. The printing sound was louder, almost as if it wanted me to hear it, and it was distorted with static. It was also longer, and if
I got up, walking slowly over the floor, making sure I
I walked forwards strongly, and before I put my hand to unveil the message on the paper, my monitor turned on. The command prompt simply said:
I stopped, unblinking at the monitor. It turned off, back to my screensaver. I violently replied, yelling
The command prompt came up and told me to take the paper.
My eyes grew large. The coffee is hot… hot…… hot…
The command prompt then came back up. Eyes glued, I watched as it spat out a message at me. It was a long one, and I took my time to read it, mostly out of fear, I
I sat motionless, mouth wide open. I stared, until I came up with enough courage to say three words. Those words were as follows.
The command line spat out letter by letter the following:
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