Back at home. Myke was very reluctant to surrender the laptop into my hands. He doesn't have a lot of faith in my technological aptitude. Actually, he called me a Luddite when I told him I didn't need more RAM on my computer. I think he installed it anyway.
Now to the interesting news. The green fire was not a data download. Myke can see every single file I've ever deleted off the computer, and knows how often I've turned off my computer "improperly" and can tell where all my pirated music came from, and knows which web sites I've been visiting and how often (to the nanosecond!). I stopped listening to the specifics right about the time he started talking about cookies and virus protection, in the tone of voice my mom uses when my sister paints her toenails on the antique Persian rug. But hey, now I have great custom-made virus protection with a cute little red rabbit logo. Anyway, the point of that was, nobody's spying on me. Except Myke.
So what was that creepy green fire?
He doesn't know. Myke, the internet demigod, doesn't know. He says it was a gibberish transmission. It's not coded messages or mind control or anything. It's just white noise, a freaky electric phenomenon that scrambled my computer's brains for a few minutes. At least, that's what I think he was explaining. He's not too good at speaking in plain non-tech English when there's a computer in the room.
I'm willing to just call it a gremlin. Now that I know it's not a worst case scenario, and I'm not going to get my brains irradiated or eaten by tentacle monster gods, I'm kind of okay with it. You know, it's a weird world we live in. I can accept freaky green light. As long as it doesn't happen again.
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