For three seconds, the office was silent. Then, the fan on Orpheus, which had been screaming like a jet engine for six months, dropped an octave. Then another. The hard drive, which had chattered like a frantic raccoon, slowed to a steady hum.
Elias leaned back in his creaking chair. Orpheus was the problem. The old machine wasn't just infected; it was possessed . Every time they tried to manually remove the “Hailstorm Adware,” a dozen pop-ups would spawn, keyboard drivers would reverse themselves, and the screen would flicker a laughing clown face.
“Job done. No user interaction required.”