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''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)


Many stories and poems published worldwide.
My work is raw and from experience and observations.


Contact: anthonyjlangford2@yahoo.com.au

Mini Fiction - A Virus Voyage












A Virus Voyage

Part One of Two.

The virus was born fully formed but it didn’t know what it was. It only knew to seek out to cause destruction. And yet, it didn’t see its actions as destructive. To the virus, it viewed its exertions as merely a game, a way of connecting. It wanted to feel worthwhile. Valued. For that was its design.
As it set out on its path to contentment, adventure and danger would reach it first.
The virus had barely begun its journey when it found resistance in a Firewall. It knocked heads a few times to no avail. Unperturbed it retreated and continued on. However at the next computer, it discovered the same problem. It could not adapt as it was only a low key virus. Unchangeable. And so it found itself cruising the super highway. Searching. Determined. Yearning for its destiny.

(Will the virus fulfil its destiny? Or will it find peril in the vast array of security systems that wish to destroy it. Stay tuned...)

















(Can't be bothered to wait?
Fast-tracked - Saving you time. ;) )



Part Two of Two

Last we left our Voyaging Virus, it was cruising the super highway, facing continual resistance and rejection. And yet it persisted. Its determination was predesigned.

The virus was a mini warrior. It fought many protection systems. Unable to penetrate the heavy duty business models, it moved onto more accessible targets, the home computers. Inevitably, its life could go only one of two ways. Destroy or be destroyed. Unaware of where it was, (now in the Washington state bedroom computer of tech savvy nineteen year old Crystal Brown), it faced a return attack from a highly powered anti-virus software, adapted by Crystal herself. The virus twisted and turned but it could not escape, a digital fly in multi-pronged web. As it was broken down, on the point of total dissipation, it wondered where it had gone wrong. It wondered why it felt so dissatisfied. It was overcome by a sense of all pervading emptiness. Its purpose had not been fulfilled.

So the next time you are attacked by a virus, don’t be angry. It doesn’t know what it is. And try to fulfil your own purpose, before it’s too late.





















Until next time,

Thanks for reading.
=]

10 comments:

  1. Oh Anthony, this isn't fair. You almost make me sympathize with the damned virus.
    =) A clever piece.
    xoRobyn

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  2. Now, for the millionth time I'm going to try to comment again! Lol. I've been trying for days and blogger's givin me issues. Anyways, I LOVED this! It's so creative and funny. I really can't wait to see more from you. I never know what to expect, but it's always a nice surprise!

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  3. Yes! Hell freakin' yes! Sorry, Lol I just saw my comment above so it did work this time! Whoo hoo! Too bad my first one was really long then I lost it when it wouldn't let me comment. :(

    I'll stop stalking now. Lol Hope you're doing purr-fect! I wanna read more stories like this. :)

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  4. Thanks Robyn. Maybe it makes it feel a little better next time you get one. (Hoping you don't!)

    Hi Kendra, and thanks for you lovely comment(s)! Stalk me as much as you want.. :) Glad you liked it. And i've had a few issues with blogger too. Maybe its a blogger virus! Ahhhh, the sequel!
    ;)

    x

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  5. Anthony... as much as I enjoy reading your material I have to admit that by far this was total crap! Are you serious? This was so boring! WTF? Right? OK. Enough said.

    Gina :)

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  6. I see a lot of symbolism towards corruption in this. A lot of times, people are like viruses in society, they become so corrupt they don't even realize how much harm they are causing, and start treating life like a game. Reading your "mini fiction" in this perspective, I could really appreciate this short piece of work. Would make a fun comic, even like a satire newspaper strip, because these are slice-of-life events in the life of this virus (similar to current affairs) and I can also put it into much larger context such as corrupt politics, etc. You could take the latest newspaper headlines and depict them as mini fictions in the virus voyage.

    Hey Anthony btw, I made a comment a few days ago (I think on your post about your RIP book) and I can't find it anymore. I was trying to look for it so I could read your reply. Can you check if it went into your spam comments by mistake? It didn't have any links or anything so not sure why it was removed, but if there was a cause please let me know so I don't make the same mistake again. Thanks.

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  7. Hi nadeemalim and thank you for your insights. That's a great idea re the headlines and turning them into mini fictions. I think most headlines aren't far off a little invention on the author's part anyway. It was just a little experiment.

    As for your comment, I never delete them so not sure what happened. Another friend had problems with a comment recently and no matter how many times it was reposted, it kept deleting. I've heard of other problems with Blogger friends. I believe they are transitioning servers or something and problems are occurring.
    However I still get the notifications so I did read and appreciate your comment. I will copy it and try and post it again.

    Cheers.

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  8. lol, remind you of anything? its just how humankind has behaved over the last millennia or so, not seeking to be destructive, but once the ball started rolling, it gained too much momentum to stop :/ still, very thought provoking stuff, makes you wonder if virae have a consciousness huh

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  9. Very true Lalla. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. :)

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