THE AGE OF THE VIRUS


THE AGE OF THE VIRUS

My computer is running as fast as a three legged donkey. I wait an age for it to boot up, and finding pages on the net is near impossible this side of midnight.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t ask the internet community for help. I had suggestions from rebooting to defragging – whatever that is.

My brain was so fuzzy. I phoned my son. He listened for about thirty seconds before he said. “Dad, you’ve got a virus.”

“But you installed anti-virus software.”

“Can you remember what I told you to do?”

“When?”

“Dad, I think you’ve got the virus.”

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