After a long time since last, I heard a soft susurrus... It was my dead friend infected by the horrible virus. I couldn't let this happen. I had to try to give him life, once again!
I took my new-found sword and pushed it into the CD-ROM and slapped him in the face! The virus was under my command. He was not willing to do what I told him, but in time he couldn't bare the pain. We started to co-operate, fixing whatever he had done to him. I promised to spare him his life if he helped me.
Minute after minute, hour after hour.. Eventually he was alive! And functionally better than the time before he got infected. He was cured from the virus who now was struggling to free itself from my grip. I told him:
- I would never let you do this to any other, and I can't trust you that you wont.
I pushed my sword through his heart and ripped his head off. He would never do any harm no more...
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