The virulence of the meme caught the developers by surprise. They couldnt control what they had created. I realise now, I was a test subject: one of the first victims. Ironically, I think that is why I have lasted so long. Or maybe I have a different strain. Anyway, I outlived the bastards.
Its a unique weapon as far as I know; language based, media transparent, incredibly adaptive - utilising unconscious behaviours and unthinking conditioning. Contamination is absurdly fast - hidden in innocuous seeming words - a few sentences, something as short as a joke even.
Honestly, I did try to do the right thing. I phoned the hospital, phoned the police, phoned the army. I attempted to give the alarm: to hand myself in. But their procedures couldnt really cope. Its the ingrained reactions, you see. Despite my warnings they kept asking me what was wrong, asking me to explain.
I carry the first symptoms: loss of concentration, a dry mouth, a feeling my fingertips are too heavy, the need to tell someone - to spread the word. As to the second symptoms well, theyre unspeakable. And fatal.
Once there was no one left to talk to in the research block, once I had telephoned all my friends, I then found the hidden computer. What better way to spread the word?
And now youre read this. So you are infected too
But I did warn you.
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