THEIR EYES FOCUSED on the computer screen. The flickering images casting eerie shadows around the dimly lit room.
After a few seconds, the webpage automatically blinked and reloaded. The customized browser, a synthesis of open source software and brilliant innovation, opened new screens and closed them according to preset parameters. |
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"What's taking so long?" groaned Seth. "Did we miscalculate something?" The youthful programmer dug his hands into the unruly mop of hair on his head.
The images on the hi-def monitor continued their sensuous digital ballet: winking, blinking, scrolling languidly across the screen, the 21st century electronic version of the dance of the seven veils.
The levels of agitation produced by this most modern performance rivaled any produced in the desert tents of |
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centuries past.
"That's it!" Nathan cried out in anguish. "We're done. Game over man, game over!"
The beautiful brunette pulled the distraught boy onto her lap forcefully.
"Not yet," she purred. "Just wait and watch. We'll get it this time."
The burnt orange hompage for the anti-virus software giant reappeared on the screen. A new virus had been identified and listed as a catagory five threat, the highest possible classification. |
