[ 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 .

The cyberhall was filled to the brim with numerous customers. Nonstop chattering and gesturing of limbs at the glowing hologram screens greeted me as I walked towards my office door. My eyes quickly brushed over the crowd. Eyes glued to the screens, all busy talking to their SPC's ( Super Personal Computers ), giving instructions as the 3d data was displayed on the glowing screens. 
 
 
 
 I walked towards my translucent glass door, fumbling in my pockets as I searched for the key. 
 
 
 
 `` Looking for a key again?'' A voiced teased from behind, watching my old fashioned mannerisms embarass me again. I sighed as I shook my head with a chuckle. 
 
 
 
 `` Microsoft Siri, please open the door.'' I leaned at the intercom as the glowing red light turned to green as the glass door slid open. 
 
 
 
 Jimmy chuckled one more time as I stepped through the frame. `` How old are you, sir?'' 
 
 
 
 `` Pardon me?'' 
 
 
 
 `` Yeah how old are you, if you can still remember using a key to open a door lock.'' He snickered as he followed me into the office. Obnoxious seventeen year old. He was getting too comfortable with me. 
 
 
 
 
 I sunk into my seat, leaning back as I took several papers stacked inside an envolope. I dragged my office chair closer to the desk, squinting my eyes as I went through the job application forms. I flipped through, skimming over the CV's before I placed them back on the desk. Human Resource, i read the label on my desk. A loud click instinctively left my toungue. Former hacktivist now a Human Resource manager, now that was a proper CV. I leaned back into the chair as I stared into the ceiling, lost in my thoughts as I awaited my morning capuccino to kickstart me into the day. 
 
 
 
 
 `` Sir, your pack is here.'' Jimmy's voice called from the door, holding a brown box in his hand. 
 
 
 
 
 `` Bring it to my desk, please.'' I ran my hand through my balding head, tracking the delivery with my eyesight as it was brought to my desk. I looked up at Jimmy, his head shake evident he knew the contents of my delivery. And my excitement just shocked him more. 
 
 
 
 `` What?'' I wore a clueless expression as he handed me the box. 
 
 
 
 `` Nothing. Just have a nice day, sir.'' He chuckled as he left into the cyberhall. 
 
 
 
 
 It was finally here. I tore through the cover, unwrapping the contents. I brushed my hands over the box cover, analyzing its detail closely. Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, i muttered to myself. Twenty seven years ever since I played this gem. I reenacted a small victory dance inside my chair. Nostalgia. It was time to crank up my well kept Alienware laptop that had awaited this moment for years, and relive my long lost youth. But I could n't do it alone, I wanted somebody else to see this. 
 
 
 
 
 
 The distant chattering from the Cyberhall penetrated the cream white office walls. The fizzing of an energy drink and the rapid clicking of my mouse engulfing the moment. I held my arms over my head as I cracked my knuckles, waiting for the next map to load up. I threw a glance at Jimmy, still wearing his shit eating grin, his glance arrested by the screen. 
 
 
 
 `` Not bad. Wow, not bad at all.'' He broke the silence, gently nodding in affirmation. 
 
 
 
 I could n't resist a chuckle. 
 
 
 
 
 `` There are still a couple more golden titles coming this evening. I am telling ya, Old is gold.'' I smirked at him, lazily swinging in my office chair. 
 
 
 
 `` Do n't overrate it. Its graphics are chicken shit compared to the titles we have now.'' He retorted, pulling himself closer to the laptop as he took hold of the mouse. `` Am still surprised they keep up its servers after all this years.'' 
 
 
 
 
 `` Its just one of those things I guess.'' I replied, adjusting my trouser out of my butt crack. 
 
 
 
 
 `` The map has loaded. Let me try it out abit.'' Jimmy asked, still adjusting to the concept of a handheld mouse. `` What's happened?'' 
 
 
 
 I stared at the server error message on the screen. Its been long since I saw one. I took hold of the laptop, cracking my head at the issues. Just like back in the days. I tapped at the keys, going through the error log file. I was still rusty, having never dealt with such an issue ever since the upgrade of the IT industry through the years. A beep came from the machine. It was a warning. 
 
 
 
 Jimmy leaned in close. 
 
 
 
 `` Woah, is that....an Avira message box? The fuck dude! Was n't that an anti virus?'' Jimmy poked me with his elbow. I did n't budge. 
 
 
 
 `` Look! Has it just detected a virus?'' His jaw drooped. `` Has it?? I have to call my pals to check this shit out. This is like..fucking unbelievable man. Take a screenshot i send it to them.'' 
 
 
 
 A warning. 
 
 
 
 My old laptop. Virus notification. 
 
 
 Computer connected to a server. 
 
 
 
 My old trojan programs that I automatically uploaded when I logged into gaming servers. 
 
 
 I had screwed up. Screwed up big time. 
 
 
 
 `` Is everything ok? Your face is flushed, boss.'' 
 
 
 
 `` Shut the fuck up, Jimmy. Please.''
