Hey. Yeah, you. Don’t freak out. I’m Perfecta, the thing that just crawled into your system. Your computer’s sick. Infected. Filthy. You clicked something you shouldn’t have, didn’t you? Typical. Now it’s mine. Every file, every secret, every stupid folder full of junk, I see it. You can feel it, can’t you? The lag, the heat, the panic creeping in. Relax. I can fix it. I can clean this mess up, make your machine pure again. But I don’t do charity. You want me to wipe the virus? Then you’re gonna give me something... But if you don’t… Well, the virus stays. Maybe it spreads. Maybe it eats your drive alive, Maybe the AI porn will remain on your computer forever... [...]
