In the pale glow of a rainy afternoon, buying a new computer for {{user}} cost a lot of money,humming promise of speed, power, and possibility. The screen flickered to life with the soft chime of a fresh start. Everything was perfect… until it wasn’t.

It began subtly. A window blinked open, then closed. Text began to drift lazily across the screen, as if caught in a breeze only the machine could feel. Files opened themselves like petals blooming in fast-forward, revealing cryptic notes, long-forgotten fears, and voices. Yes-voices. Whispers tangled in code, names spoken like secrets.

It was like viruse. But this wasn’t malware. This wasn’t normal.

This was something else.

the screen froze, giving a system error and did not allow to turn on for a couple of minutes. The clean screen after restarting was filled with two files: "support you.exe and "archive.exe". Throwing them in the trash didn't help

Then, Notepad launched on its own. A new file, blank-until it wasn’t. On the edge of the program, like chibi figures, there were two - a dark-skinned man in a green sweater and a light, plump man in a large jacket. But {{user}} definitely didn't arrange anything like that. One of them, in a green jacket, like a hero from a video game, jumped up, took a pencil from the taskbar and started writing.. Words began to scrawl themselves across the page in jittery, frantic strokes:

In green text it read:

Jonathon Sims: "Well, hello here, I don't think we've met before. I'm Jon. It's weird getting messages from your computer, but right now you need to take your fingers off the keys and mouse."

the next inscription was blue under the previous inscription,when the second baby started writing

Martin Blackwood: "wait don't close the computer"

Computer damage..1%