Archive-name: Control/virus1.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Computer Virus, The Part One Stan loved to read pornography. His computer was filled with text files of every sexual act imaginable. But, by far his favorite were stories about people being manipulated sexually through hypnosis or other techniques. A friend of his on a local BBS offered to upload some hypnosis text files for him. Her handle was Anna, but for some reason everyone referred to her as "Mistress Anna." Stan just figured that her name was just for fun while BBSing, and had no bearing on her actual personality. Stan was thrilled one morning to find that the promised text files had been uploaded onto a local BBS by Anna. He quickly downloaded the files, anxious to add more stories about hypnosis and sex to his collection. After logging off the BBS, he shut the door to his private office and began reading through his newly discovered gems. After reading through the files for what seemed to be a few minutes, Stan decided that it was time to get some work done. Just then, Stan realized that something was wrong. He was sitting at his desk completely naked! Stan was completely perplexed. He didn't remember taking off his clothes. What was worse, his clothes were no where to be found. After frantically searching his office, he looked down into his wastepaper basket and received his next shock. The basket was filled with his clothes, or more to the point what used to be his clothes. His shirt, pants, tie, underwear, and socks had been neatly cut into one inch strips and put into the basket. Now he was really stuck! Stan called a local chat BBS in hopes of finding someone who could bail him out of his predicament. Logging on, Stan saw that Anna was one of those on the system. He quickly entered the teleconference area where she seemed to be waiting for him. "Hello Stan," typed Anna, "I thought you might decide to log on here." "Anna," typed Stan, not paying attention to her words that came across his screen,"Boy am I glad to see you! Something weird has happened here, and I need your help." "Ah....I'll bet you're NIFOC," typed Anna. "NIFOC?," questioned Stan. "Yes, NIFOC...Naked in front of the computer. Probably playing with yourself too, I'll bet," typed Anna. Stan hadn't noticed it, but his hand had gravitated to his penis, and he was gently stroking it. "Yes, actually I am," typed Stan, "I was just sitting here reading those files you sent me, and then suddenly I found myself naked, and my clothes cut to shreds in the garbage. You're the only one that can help me!" "That's true," typed Anna cryptically, "I really am the only one who can help you....more than you realize." "Huh?," typed Stan, "What do you mean?" "Basically, you are the victim of a new computer virus," typed Anna. "A computer virus?," typed Stan. "Yes, during the Desert Storm buildup, our scientists decided to come up with a way of destroying Iraq from within, in order to save the lives of our soldiers," typed Anna, "They developed a special technique for inserting subliminal text into what looks to be plain text files. A double agent was given a computer disk that supposedly contained secret information. The agent delivered the disk to the Iraqis, only to discover to his amazement that they finished reading the disk, and then went into DOS and typed the command to reformat the hard drive and the floppy disk that the agent had given him. Although the agent saw the Iraqi type the command, he was shocked to hear the Iraqi cursing moments later. He accused the agent of giving him a disk that contained a computer virus that erased his hard drive. And since he also erased the floppy disk, the Iraqi computer experts were unable to discover the nature of the virus. Basically, the text files on the floppy disk contained subliminal messages that instructed the reader to reformat the floppy and his hard disk drive. The agent reported what occurred to the CIA. Of course, they weren't baffled by the incident; they were elated. The experiment had been a complete success. The CIA continued to use this method to destroy the entire infrastructure of Iraq. And best of all, the Iraqis were doing the destroying themselves!" "But what does that have to do with my predicament?," typed Stan. "It has EVERYTHING to do with your little, ah, situation," typed Anna, "It explains why you are naked, why your clothes are cut up, why you are jerking off, and why you are now tracing little circles around your nipples with the tips of your fingers." Stan looked down. He had one hand on his penis, while his other hand was playing with his left nipple. "How did you know...," Stan began to type. "I used to be a secretary for the CIA," typed Anna "When I accidently discovered the way the CIA developed this computer virus, I thought I might be able to use it to my advantage. Using the computer program that the CIA used to encrypt the subliminal messages to the Iraqis, I've been able to build my own little BBS kingdom with unsuspecting BBSers like you. When you see people referring to me as Mistress Anna, they mean it. Now assume the position, as we continue our little conversation." Stan was no longer sitting on his chair. He was now on his knees next to his desk and keyboard. "Yes, Mistress Anna," typed Stan. "Good," typed Anna, "Now the real fun can begin." END OF PART ONE IN PART TWO.....THE FUN BEGINS --