The Bomb

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THE BOMB

I stare at the screen angry, bewildered, and really wearied. My hand props my forehead as I look down at my lap. My nerves tell me to:

A.) Either run away, or

B.) To Investigate what happened. I immediately think hackers. But, that seems a touch far fetched right know.

Beep.

The screen beeped though the fan did not spin nor the computer on. A message appeared on the monitor.

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We won't start the fire_

But we will burn_

Just like this computer_

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I look behind the monitor, trying to find what causes the monitor to work with out the computer.

A countdown appeared upon my computer.

I fall out of my chair and scramble under my desk were I curl up and cover my head. I do not know what is happening and what would follow.

My whole station explodes.




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