I was just trying to get an Optical Character Reader program to work, so I could bulk upload my scanned crap writing to an editable format, like Word. I may have downloaded a virus with some unlicensed software, possibly. I didn't notice anything was amiss with my computer until later in the day, after a FB messenger chat with a friend, in which I made some intentionally obtuse comments about the surveillance state.
Houa: I'll tell u
irl
Me: If I ever see you, sure. Why, is it top
secret squirrel stuff?
Houa: Sort of
Me: Right...I'm not gonna play 20 questions.
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Or I won't. But don't think
about it too much.
Houa: I said Irl. I'm not playing 20 questions either
Me: Well, I don't plan on jumping in my car
just so you can whisper in my ear. Just say it. Or don't. You think we're being monitored? This is my real
life.
Houa: yep, all saved and archived at fb hq
Me: Whatever. We're not that important. Get
over yourself. I have. Look. I'll say it – Terrorist. Bomb. Drugs. Illegal. Kill. President. There. Are you scared
yet?
Ok, so that was my 2 second rant that earned me a nice probin’
by the Powers that Be. Now my hard drive is pulsing like a heart monitor. Blip
blip, blip blip – Fan -- Blip, blip, blip, blip – Fan -- Been that way since
last night. I got tired of hearing it and ran some virus scans and even did a
System Restore. No avail. Now, I’m just going to have to ride it out, until
they are done mining my entire hard drive for the evidence of terrorism they seek.
I can only hope that when they are done and have discovered
that I’m just a loser slob, with zero motivation to terrorize anything, that they
will leave my poor hard drive alone. It’s gonna take them forever to go through
each and every one of my documents looking for some secret overthrow-the-government
shit that’s not even there. Hey, maybe they’ll find evidence proving my mental
illness, which I can’t seem to convince them is a disability.
Oh, oh. I hear sirens in the distance. I’d better go hide in
the crawlspace. With my stash of AK-47s and pipe bombs. Fuckin’ A.
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