In light of the recent massive cyber attack that targeted countless organizations across the world, I decided to write something involving a very specific form of ransomware. I called it
“I have complete control over your files,” the mechanized feminine voice said. “If you want them back, stare at the computer screen.”
Jason acquiesced, eyes locked on the mesh of intersecting geometric patterns. Giving in wasn’t something he normally did, and yet it felt so good.
No one would pay the ransom for his mind.