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Created on: March 23, 2009
Answer in this document
Jack was an ordinary boy, who already since a young age used to sit in front of the television. At the start it usually was Disney Channel or Cartoon Network, he used to watch, but later it also was violent scenes and horror movies.
When Jack was nine years old, he was sitting in front of the TV from he came home from school.
In one of the corners of the living room his mother's computer was placed.
For eight years he had been watching her playing the solitaire and chatting with strangers at the internet. Sometimes she laughed and some other times she blushed. And when he asked her, what was the matter, she just used to answer:
"It's nothing."
Now he was sitting in front of the TV.
Suddenly it was like a voice whispered:
"Why are you just sitting there in front of the TV? You'd better come and play with me."
Jack called out for his mother:
"Mum, where are you?"
"Come and play," the voice said.
It totally sounded like the voice came from the computer, but that was not possible. It wasn't even turned on.
"Come closer," the voice said when Jack walked towards the computer.
"Mum," Jack said, "it's not funny."
He turned around and walked in the direction of the TV.
"Don't be afraid," the voice said, "I just want to play."
Jack denied by shaking on his head.
"Come and play Jack," the voice said, "then you can do just like your mother and play with me."
Jack was scared. But on the other hand he was also fascinated by the computer. And sometimes he had thought of which possibilities it had that the TV couldn't bring him.
"You know how to turn me on," the voice said, "just push the button."
Jack pushed the button, and the power was on.
When the computer reached the screen saying "Opening Windows", Jack disappeared.
When the mother came out from the shower, she went to the computer. When she saw that it was turned on, she shouted:
"Jack, I've told you to stay away from the computer. It's not good for children."
Nobody answered.
"That kid looks more and more like his father," she said to her self, "he didn't answer either."
She started a game of solitaire. The game hardly started before a document self-opened. The document said:
"I've got our son. Answer in this document."
She thought it was weird, because Jack was there just a couple of minutes ago. And where did the Word document come from?
It all seemed so mystical. Maybe it was just a virus on the computer.
She closed the document and played on.
A new document self-opened:
"I've got Jack. Answer in this document."
"What in
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