Recently I had a thought that made me laugh about somebody designing a malware that overrides the designated download file directory for the browser being used.
I need to use the bin. Get the fuck out.
The file "LOLWHERESYOURFIREWALLSNOWFAGGOT.EXE" cannot be removed from the recycle bin because the file is in use.
I started to imagine the CPU and HDD communicating as people rather than parts when the malware started to lock itself into the recycle bin and draw all nonessential files into it and lock them there.
I need to use the bin. Get the fuck out.
I know that you need to use the bin but I was here first and I know my rights. Wait your turn and when I'm no longer using it, you can use it then. Fair?
Then I noticed that no matter how I tried to humanise the CPU, it almost always came across as a sort of totalitarian dictator with no care in the world for things that didn't directly affect it.
That is my fucking bin. You are my fucking file. Get the fuck out or I swear to fucking god I'll do a fucking system restart and dial back to a universe where you don't fucking exist.
