[ WP ] In a world where simplified computer design has made the entire IT industry unnecessary , those who formerly worked with computers survive in other jobs , until the sudden appearance of an actual computer virus , the first anyone 's seen in many years .

It was what I had always dreamed of. Left and right, people were becoming afflicted with *technological advances* we'd only studied about in school. 
 
 It started simply enough -- you woke up sluggish and it took you a bit more time to get ready in the morning. Maybe you made a few odd noises or you had to restart your morning by closing your eyes and re-opening them. But it was rapid progression after that. Your skin would turn blue and you'd be hit with a myriad of erratic and random symptoms until you were unable to move or speak. After that it was a downhill roll towards oblivion and everyone seemed powerless to stop it. 
 
 Healthcare workers were stumped. Newcasters were scared. Doctors and nurses were throwing their hands up in frustration, but there were rumblings from the IT crowd, whispers through the air of those of us old enough to remember a *real* computer and the viruses and bugs that often ailed them. 
 
 And that old call phone that I'd never taken back to the office finally... FINALLY! rang. `` We need you.'' That and an address was all the information I was given. This is what you get, you know, when your whole world suddenly becomes simple and easy. You lose the ability to problem solve and trouble shoot and your whole world becomes part of the technology. 
 
 I met a few other of the Elite at that address, and we were promptly shuttled to a small hospital. this seemed to be where the infected people were going: this one hospital in a small Southern town that was closed to everyone except us, the final reinforcements. 
 
 We were given a brief rundown of that situation, but it was n't needed. We'd all been watching the news, holding our breath. We'd all been shunted to other jobs: postman, teacher, writer. Some of us developed the very equipment that now made us worthless. But here we were now -- faced with a situation that no one else could fix. 
 
 We stood in a room and eyed the people: some already blue, their breathing beeping and stacatto. Some were just moving slowly with tinges of blue moving in. Then there was the person that made me smile, that let me know we could fix this: blue skin, smiling, and manic speech. One of the few in here sick enough that he was going to start malfunctioning greatly. I knew what this was. 
 
 His speech had gotten everyone's attention. While the doctors and nurses were eyeing each other in fear, the other Elite and I looked at each other, grinned and nodded. I stepped forward, donned a pair of gloves, looked at the doctors and motioned towards the patient. 
 
 `` Have you tried turning him back on and then off again?''
