Archive-name: Control/virus1.txt
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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
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