ArchAngelBook

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Chapter I

Introduction:

I'm not crazy: you have to believe that, or none of what I'm going to tell you will make any sense. Some of it might sound crazy at first, that's what they want you to believe, but it is all true. You have a virus on your computer. Its tracking everything you do. If you have a microphone it can hear you. If you have a web cam, they are even watching you. It can not be detected by any anti-virus scan, or blocked by any firewall, they make sure of that. It's not just watching you, it's communicating to you subliminally. Messages from them, flashing on your screen, just beyond your conscious perception. But your sub-conscious sees them: you are being brainwashed.

I found the virus quite by accident, or maybe it was synchronicity, then they found me. They are coming for me, but I have a plan. I put a file into their virus, a Trojan Horse within a Trojan Horse. I have hidden information about them all over the Internet, and now my little piggyback virus is reassembling the files for you to see. For the moment you are safe. Their program has been disabled while mine runs. But it won't hold long. They will be looking for ways to reestablish their control. They will try to shut my program down, once they realize their network is compromised. Hopefully by then my little virus will have reached critical mass, infecting millions of systems and spreading the word.

My name is not important, you can call me CG. I am a clinical psychologist working at a state correctional

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facility. That is how I discovered the virus, by the effect it was having on my patients. The breakthrough came while I was working with a man who, by all appearances, was a perfectly stable business man. He was very successful, lived a good life, until he just woke up one morning and killed his entire family as they slept. There was no history of mental illness, no trigger, no clue as to why he had done it. He was at a loss himself, and looking for answers. He suffered terribly with grief and remorse for what he had done, even though he had no memory of the event.

It was imperative for the treatment of his resulting depression that he understand why he had done it. What had caused his apparently brief psychotic episode? With no history of mental instability, in either my patient or his known relatives, I began looking for environmental causes. None of the obvious factors applied: infidelity, financial trouble, changes in career. He was not a heavy drinker, he was not on any prescription drugs, and there was no evidence of illegal drugs in his system at the time of arrest. His life appeared to be completely average and stable, without being a drudgery. Then what Jung called synchronicity gave a possible explanation.

I was in group with some of my regular patients. I had inadvertently left my laptop open on my desk and was across the room pouring a cup of coffee. As I turned back toward the circle of chairs I saw one of my patients, at my desk, typing away on my laptop. The rest of the group was caught up in their usual banter, so I walked over to my desk.