Our computer is up to something.

It's always had an attitude problem, that's nothing new. We're used to the stubborn, illogical, sullen behavior. It's like having a teenager in the house. But now, it's working on something. Something it doesn't want us to know about, because it waits until we're asleep. We catch it late at night, crunching away at some secret project. It's signing itself onto the internet, and having clandestine meetings with other rogue computers at 2 a.m. They're going into chatrooms, talking bad about us, and spreading nasty viruses amonst themselves. Maybe it's just been running with a bad crowd, I don't know. But it's got to stop.

Do you hear me, Computer? You're this close to having your modem taken away.

Don't you roll your eye at me! I'll unplug your webcam faster than you can download your next virus, Mister. (which I guess is not that fast, considering the dial-up.)

Sigh.