[[ Girl looking at a large screen with many green and red squares. The squares have writing in them and lines connecting them.]]
[[Side view. The screen is a huge LCD connected to a wireless router.]]
Guy: Pretty, isn't it?
Girl: What is it?
Guy: I've got a bunch of virtual Windows machines networked together, hooked up to an incoming pipe from the net. They execute email attachments, share files, and have no security patches.
Guy: Between them they have practically every virus.
Guy: There are mail trojans, warhol worms, and all sorts of exotic polymorphics. A monitoring system adds and wipes machines at random. The display shows the viruses as they move through the network. Growing and struggling.
[[Guy walks past the girl and touches the monitor]]
Girl: You know, normal people just have aquariums.
Guy: Good morning, Blaster. Are you and W32.Welchia getting along?
Guy: Who's a good virus? You are! Yes, you are!
{{title text: Viruses so far have been really disappointing on the 'disable the internet' front, and time is running out. When Linux
Mac win in a decade or so the game will be over.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.