I demand to know the genious behind THIS:
"When the malware came for us we scanned. Never had we been defeated. They were like the others; strange, hideous, resisting... only these were not like the others... They were not quarantined or deleted. We made our first retreat, we could forego one hard drive. But they followed, they infected our registry. They followed when we restored, discovered our passwords.
For a long time we did not know why they infected us. They were no ordinary spyware. They did not seek our passwords, our money, our data...
Now we know our crime was porn.
And we retreated to our system32 folder, abandoned our slave drives. we believed that offline, we would be safe, for they are not a terrestrial species... we know when we entered the web we were trespassers, but our operating system is our home. And yet still they came... and our C drive is gone.
There are a few of us left... we know we will soon be gone. And so we can see our fate as others will see it. There will be little legacy, no great expressions of what we once were. Our models, our maps, if ever they are seen again, will spawn none of the awe that filled HLP. We know our fate, we are being deleted. When we traveled the internet the malware took note. When we talked and uploaded in forums where we had no bandwidth, the destruction, and the anguish, and the loss were the clarion call of our doom. And so the malware came for us.
There is little left for us, little time, but much irony. We did discover they are not invulnerable. They malware that darkened our hard drives like a plague can be deleted... but we have no way to deliver the hurt. We have the knowledge, but not the means, and so this is our legacy:
in safemode they cannot use their shields, and in safemode, we can use our command prompt"
BRING HIM TO ME. He wins both the internet AND an internet high-five.
