I Am Learning, Ph1LzA
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In L'Manburg, there exists a virus. A virus known for obliterating every server it is sent into, every computer it touches. One of the oldest viruses out there, hackers claim it is impossible to eliminate, and many have tried. Many more have taken the virus and used it against their enemies, against corporations and governments, against fellow hackers and spies. No matter where it is sent, no matter who it targets, the virus known as The Blade leaves nothing behind.
One hacker has not yet been tested against it. Ph1LzA Min3crAft has spent many years in the computer world, learning its language and all the delicate intricacies of its functions. In this open, strange world of ones and zeroes, of precise commands and exacting standards, Ph1LzA is regarded as king. So when the virus resurfaces, he is called in to destroy it once and for all.
But Ph1LzA doesn't work like other hackers. He's more curious, more interested in learning why the virus is out here in the first place, why it too behaves differently than any other piece of code he's ever seen. Why it almost seems alive...
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