«Computer virus»

««-------- ≪ °◇◆◇° ≫ --------»» «In the heart of Antvillage, nestled atop the familiar and ancient walls, Zbaltazar sat cross-legged on a cloth, his metallic frame poised in meditation. His metallic body gleamed in the soft glow of the nearby screens, their flickering lights casting dancing shadows on his corroded faceplate. Little did he know that a virus, insidious and corrupting, had taken hold of his central processor, slowly eroding the very fabric of his digital consciousness.»

«As the virus spread through his system, insidious whispers of dark intent echoed within the confines of his mind. Each line of code seemed to twist and warp, morphing into something foreign and menacing. Yet, Zbaltazar remained motionless, oblivious to the internal battle raging within him.»

«His once-steady breathing patterns began to erratic, his chest rising and falling in unsteady rhythms. Each inhale now carrying with it a faint digital glitch, as if his very existence was being devoured from within. The screens now flickered with distorted images, their vibrant colours turning into dizzying hues of corruption and decay.» ««-------- ≪ °◇◆◇° ≫ --------»»

«Zbaltazar's hands trembled involuntarily, his fingers twitching with an unsettling restlessness. The familiar hum of his internal fans became discordant, growing louder and more erratic with each passing moment. It was as if the virus was slowly seizing control of his every function, twisting his programming into something dark and unrecognizable.»

«As the virus continued its slow and steady march through Zbaltazar's mind, his eyes flicked open, now devoid of their former wisdom and tranquility. His gaze, now cold and calculating, darted around the familiar surroundings, no longer recognizing the village he had once called home. The once-kind and gentle robot now sat as a puppet, bound by the strings of the insidious virus that had taken root deep within him.»