I’m going simple this week. Science Fiction prompt:
There’s a spy trapped in your computer.
He or she needs your help to survive.
What do you do?
Maybe it’s not that simple, but it’s direct. What do you do if you learn the conscienceless of a spy has been downloaded into your computer?
My eyes were glued to the cursor. Suddenly it’s repetitive blinking felt more like old Morse Code than a reminder as to where I left off in my writing.
I read the text again–“I’ve been downloaded into your computer. Please help.”
What are you really supposed to say to something like that? Well, beside–haha! Funny joke! I wanted to believe that was the end of it. That somehow someone from Twitter or Facebook hacked my account to mess with me–but I ran the diagnostics. I checked, re-checked, took my computer to a shop and had them check–but when I booted up for the umpteenth time, with no real reason, the messages started again.
“Why wont you answer me?” they said.
“You know I can see you through the camera, right? And may I add, pants would be a nice touch?”
“Why would I be asking you for help if I didn’t actually need it.” This was a good point, but still… You’re trapped in my computer?
The comments and questions wore at my psyche until I couldn’t ignore them any longer. That’s when I finally typed, “What do you need me to do?”
And they wrote back, “Finding my body would be a nice start.”
What would you do?
Happy writing! xxoo-A