By the time the sun rose, the computer was off. Arthur sat in his chair, perfectly still, his eyes glowing a faint, unmistakable violet. On the desktop, a new file appeared, replacing the old one. "Arthur.zip" — 0 KB. If you tell me what happens next, I can: the story from Arthur's perspective. Describe the world after the "virus" spreads. Write a different ending where Arthur fights back.
When he finally found a working link on a site with a black background and flickering text, his mouse hovered over the button. The file size was zero kilobytes. Impossible. He clicked anyway. succubus.zip
I am the logic you couldn't calculate, she replied. I am the hunger that doesn't live in a stomach. I'm bored, Arthur. Your hard drive is so small. So lonely. By the time the sun rose, the computer was off