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Have you recently noticed that I have e-mailed you from your account?
Yes, this simply means that I have total access to your device.

For the last couple of months, I have been watching you.
Still wondering how is that possible? Well, you have been infected with malware originating from an adult website that you visited. You may not be familiar with this, but I will try explaining it to you.

With help of the Trojan Virus, I have complete access to a PC or any other device.
This simply means I can see you at any time I wish to on your screen by simply turning on your camera and microphone, without you even noticing it. In addition, I have also got access to your contacts list and all your correspondence.

You may be asking yourself, "But my PC has an active antivirus, how is this even possible? Why didn't I receive any notification?" Well, the answer is simple: my malware uses drivers, where I update the signatures every four hours, making it undetectable, and hence keeping your antivirus silent.

I have a video of you wanking on the left screen, and on the right screen - the video you were watching while masturbating.
Wondering how bad could this get? With just a single click of my mouse, this video can be sent to all your social networks, and e-mail contacts.
I can also share access to all your e-mail correspondence and messengers that you use.

All you have to do to prevent this from happening is - transfer bitcoins worth $1450 (USD) to my Bitcoin address (if you have no idea how to do this, you can open your browser and simply search: "Buy Bitcoin").

My bitcoin address (BTC Wallet) is: 1AbhXaiFxR52NDTrjAtzsdyhooVNoVchy1

After receiving a confirmation of your payment, I will delete the video right away, and that's it, you will never hear from me again.
You have 2 days (48 hours) to complete this transaction.
Once you open this e-mail, I will receive a notification, and my timer will start ticking.

Any attempt to file a complaint will not result in anything, since this e-mail cannot be traced back, same as my bitcoin id.
I have been working on this for a very long time by now; I do not give any chance for a mistake.

If, by any chance I find out that you have shared this message with anybody else, I will broadcast your video as mentioned above.

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The branches moved with the green leaves waving in the wind with the sun peeking through, a cool breeze brushing across my face. Looking over our home nestled on the top of the hill on Violet Road in Odessa, Ontario. The Big White House sits majestically overlooking a stream running at the West side of a scenic view. With the rustling of babbling brook, you feel like this is heaven. As a child has stayed with me of a dream you, I could hope to remember until the end. Mom was calling out the door ?Valerie come in and have lunch? calling back ?ok mom, coming? Mom knew where I would be, which was sitting in the largest apple tree, I had ever seen, rooted securely beside the garage towering over 30 feet and, on all branches, not one missed having apples on it. As I climb down the tree the sun glistened and flickered off every leaf with a star like shimmer to it, picking an apple on the way down and taking that first bit, so sweet and warm from the sun, summer holidays were about to start.

Joyfully running to the front door knowing that mom would have my favorite sandwich for lunch "peanut butter and banana". Walking up to the front door that was aluminum with a wave design in the shape of an "S", opening and walking into the warmest atmosphere of a kitchen I have ever, and will ever know. The counters wrapping along one side in the shape of an L with a table big enough to sit 12 people. Mom being in her early 30's and I was the last of eight children as I look up and she smiles with words of love ?your favorite peanut butter and banana?. I knew it! Sitting and watching mom clean up and hearing my brother coming down the stairs to have lunch as well. As all siblings he would tease me as he walked by, you know just touching me was enough to get me going. The love I felt for him was deep and forever.

Mom being the women of new age: meaning she was a working mother being top dealer for Tupperware, mom strived to balance both family and work and she did the best job she knew how. Being age of five you have the image of what life is by your surroundings and the creations around me were the best of what I could ever dream of. It was Friday and was unusual to have mom home she was always very busy, and Fridays was the popular day for her customers to have Tupperware parties. After finishing lunch mom said ok time to make sure your rooms are clean and then back outside to find something to do.

After finishing my cleaning, I walked out the back door and Tippy our Black Lab was waiting to join in whatever adventure was around the corner, with his tail wagging ?come on Tippy let's go to the stream and see what is happening. As I duck under the fence Tippy right by my side for fun and protection, we enjoy our 100-yard walk to the stream. Tippy bonded with all the family and was very protective of the children. Remembering, one day last winter we were in the front yard and mom was in the house and as I headed toward the road all a sudden, I was crying and screaming for mom. Running out the front door mom with a big smile as she meets my eyes said, ?were you going towards the road?? Through my tears I said ?yes?. Tippy had stepped in front of me and pushed me into a snowbank to stop me from wondering onto the road. Sadly, towards the end of that summer Tippy had an accident with a car and did not survive. He would always be remembered as a big part of the family.

Tippy and I approached the stream where my brother was fishing. As I walked towards him, I kept quite looking at the stream and seeing the sun reflecting off the water as the steam ran south bubbling over the rocks with a cool breeze coming off the mist of water. Scott turned looked at me saying ?you have to be quite for the fish, or they will hear you and not bit the worm I have on the hook?. ?Ok? I replied, Tippy and I sat just slightly off to the side in the thick deep green grass. Looking at my brother fishing gave me a secure feeling that there was nothing could touch or hurt me. 

Sitting with warmth in my heart provided the starting of my foundation and being part of God's world and realizing how my part in this world would make a lasting impression. God has provided to me lessons that would stay with me for a lifetime. 

My Great Grandmother - Grandma Church, that summer was a big part of my life lessons and when she would spend time looking after us this would be when mom had to work, and our other grandmothers were not available these were the best and lasting moments. Great Grandma Church was a noble woman that stood with her shoulders back and her head held high with the gentlest eyes and words of encouragement. The first week of summer vacation was memorable and impactful. Grandma Church loved her God and always when an opportunity presented itself, she would talk about who God was and how he has a plan for all of us. 

Remembering back, she prepared 12 loaves of bread 12 dozen cookies and 12 jars of jam. All of this was to be a part of looking back to see the impact of God's lessons. She then prepared 12 bags and, in each bag, placed the items she baked along with 2 pairs of knitted slippers, in each bag a personal note with a Bible. I never did know what the note said but now I think something like this "God is always present, and when you think there is no way forward, he will provide the way'. The reason I felt this was the saying on the note would become clear in the next few hours as she finished each bag, she gathered all of them and placed them in the car, Grandma Church then called out "ok Valerie it is time to go". Where were we going, I thought?

The first stop was a neighbor very close. She grabbed one of the bags and as we walked to the front door, she set the bag down on the front step and gave a gentle knock on the door and we walked back to the car. As we drove away a female from the house opened the door, saw the bag looked inside and smiled, waving at Grandma Church and went back inside. In that moment, my heart filled with joy, love and without knowing it I had just witnessed God's work with a quiet, loving, and lasting joy attached with it. That afternoon we delivered the rest of the bags and with each delivery Grandma Church would say a prayer as we drove away asking God to keep them safe and to provide them the wisdom of his word. 

They say you do not remember things as a young toddler, but I can attest to "we do remember" and to hold those memories close to our soul and lean on them when we have life challenges.

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?We tested it by??

           ?Using the stats??

           ?Testing this idea, we found??

           ?Experimenting with this??

           I walk around, submerged in thousands of voices In this grand place, I am only one small person. Who am I?

           Everyone here knows who they are and what they are doing? so who am I in all of this? Do I even belong here?

           All around me, people talk in sophisticated voices about technological matters. I can barely decipher their words.

Everything blends together. All the voices, all the photos, all the people. Everything swirls and swirls into infinity. Nothing is clear.

I can?t quite grasp this feeling, but I know that I?m lost. The world is spinning, blurring, and greying.

Finally it all stops when a hand places itself on my shoulder.

I turn around to face a man with a familiar face that I feel like I should know.

All he says is, ?You belong here.?

Then it warps and I blink awake.

?Kat, are you okay?? He asks.

Real or fake? Familiar face? It all slides away.

?Right. Sorry, yeah.? I smile, feeling a pang of shame in my chest for not recognizing Law.

?I got us breakfast.? Law smiles, gesturing to a heap of leaf plates on the ground. ?The general can?t be going on without food.?

I sit down on the crumbly ground and he gives me updates on the border colony troubles, including how he has to go to the border to discuss a military peace treaty.

I groan. ?Do you really have to go? Cripke won?t listen to me. He?s getting a bit arrogant with that big head of his.?

?Maybe he would be more obedient if you quit insulting him.? Law starts piling up the large leaf plates.

?He knows I do that to mess with him, and yet, he?s death threating me.? I complain.

?I?m sure you can defend yourself.? Law, like usual, deals with my complaints. ?See you soon.?

?You better not cry when you come back to my slit throat.? I smile after him.

?Not one tear, General.? He plays along. Then he walks away, pushes up the heavy cloth entryway, and then leaves the tent.

He leaves me alone to my thoughts.

I can?t help but think back to those unnatural feelings associated with when I woke up. I can?t remember the dream anymore, but I know that it wasn?t something I should have dreamed.

Bustling, chattering, and nervously guffawing, two feminine creatures of the nearby tribe emerge from the tent entrance.

?Yes?? I ask.

One clears their throat and a strange accent comes out. ?Stop them killings!?

I lean forward. ?Hold on, what killings? By who??

?That monstrosity!? They lift their arms. Using a magical force, they make a drawing appear in the air. I recognize the monster they?re showing me. If it?s on a rampage, we need to kill it as fast as possible.

I strap on my armor and sling my sword on my back. ?Hurry. Take me there.?

At my command, the threat division soldiers scramble for their armor and run behind me to the smoking village. There, the bellowing, bull-like mechanical creature rears up. It isn?t long before we corner it and kill it. Villagers come, surrounding us with blessings and thanks. Their voices blur together.

When we all head back to camp, I go to the campfire songs and enjoy watching everyone rejoice to another good day done. Night fills the sky. Darkness settles and fills all the empty spaces, including the hole inside me.

After falling asleep, I walk down the aisle of a bright room, looking at inventions. My head turns left, right, left, right. Soon I turn round and round in circles. I?m jostling around as I struggle to focus on any one thing.

Some force pushes me to the floor.

A commanding voice comes from someone wearing a familiar face. ?Now that?s enough??

I gasp, mind whirring.

Daylight floods into the tent.

Now looking outside, I see the peaceful, comfortable world I know; this is the place where anything can be epic and life is hard, but it?s all in good fun.

I can see someone riding toward our cluster of tents. It?s Law. He huffs in breath, struggling to force words out ?I?ve found the boss!?

Immediately, we call for a strategic gathering to discuss our plan to kill the boss. Once everyone understands, I declare, ?We leave at dawn.?

That night, I fall asleep to find mysteriousness in the dream plane.

?Katherine!? A familiar voice leads to a familiar face. It takes me a moment to realize we aren?t alone. The familiar man barks, but he looks just behind me. I turn around to see a dumbfounded Law looking between me and the familiar man. ?Lawson! This has gone too far!?

I sit up in my bed. My tent lets in the nice, orange sunrise. Comforting and safe. Daylight.

I quickly prepare myself for the journey ahead. My tent is now packed up. Others have packed theirs up as well. At my command, everyone mounts their creatures and follows Law?s in a stampede, leaving our temporary forest home in the dust.

Time seems to slow down as the trees pass. We bound through the forest, sticking to the path. The branches sway. Some spikey needle-like leaves fall and clutter the rough path.

Something zaps me away from it all.

The familiar face grapples at me, shaking me at the shoulders. ?Katherine! You must shake this off!? He steps away from me and rounds on Law next. ?You three are smarter than this.?

Three?

Even though Law is to my right, the familiar man stares to my left. I look over my left shoulder. Instead of battle armor, he wears funny clothing of cloth and square lenses like the familiar man; but I can definitely tell that?s Cripke.

?I still can?t believe you two got Cadman involved.? The familiar man gestures to Cripke. The familiar man calls us by strange names, and yet they vaguely make sense. ?You wiped your memories when you entered your game. The virtual reality game you created is adapting and becoming smarter than you. It?s just a game, but it?s killing you.?

That chills me. Then I realize that it?s just the breeze. The trees block some of that wind, but some still gets through.

Something unnerving is going on here. Cripke, at my left, catches my eye. He doesn?t say anything. He just has that stone-cold stare.

To my right, Law is pale once more.

When we arrive at the mountain Law described, Law calls out, ?This is the boss? lair. We have to make our way through the mountain to get to him.?

I nod.

?You have to listen to me!? The familiar man shouts. His eyes aren?t angry, but frightened. ?You three have been in that game for almost two months. Your energy is just about gone. As soon as you kill that boss, you?ll kill??

The creature carrying me halts to a stop, forcing me to yank at the reins just to not be thrown off. The big, black, and barred gates mark the entrance to the lair.

We?ve been looking for the boss for so long. It?s been our only purpose. The boss is what sends monsters after us, destroys each temporary home we find, and what killed my parents. We?ll put an end to all of this.

I draw my sword and push open the gates.

As soon as the light disperses, we appear to be in a large throne room carved out of rock. A carpet leads up to the throne, where an armor-covered person sits comfortably. Their hand moves in a silent signal.

Crashing in, monsters of every kind charge us from all sides. We hold them off. I use my sword to slash and kill. Soon it becomes hard to breathe. My muscles get sore and heavy from the burden of the armor.

A snake-like monster creates a long gash through my torso. It breaks through my armor and pokes into my chest. Law pulls me to the side and tries to heal me while Cripke and others form a circle around us.

When I?m pretty sure I can get back up and fight, I look at the figure on the throne. They just sit and watch.

?We need to go after that person.? I say.

Law looks at the figure on the throne. ?You think that?s the boss??

?Whoever they are?? Cripke yells out, runs his sword right through a monster, and then continues with, ?they must be pretty arrogant.?

?Or powerful.? I say. ?Law, don?t you know what the boss looks like??

?I saw him without the armor on.? He responds. ?I don?t know if that?s him or not.?

?What did he look like?? I ask.

At this, he swallows and doesn?t say anything.

Silence fills the courtroom. The monsters all drop dead and fizzle from existence. Even the others in our circle fizzle away.

Law helps me up and the three of us stare at the figure on the throne.

?Yes, you know.? A voice radiates through the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing in my ears. That isn?t a masculine voice; it?s a girl.

The figure at the throne stands up and walks down the carpet. She stops right in front of us. Cripke?s sword falls to the ground with a clang.

?Yes.? She says. ?You know who I am, don?t you, Cripke??

Another clang. I look to my left. Law drops his staff. I look back at the figure and see why.

She removed her helmet. Just as I thought from the voice? I?m seeing myself.

?Hello.? My copy says. ?Sorry for stealing you, but I couldn?t manifest much else that you would understand.? She draws her sword from her back, backs up, and gets in a defensive stance. ?Besides, what better boss could you have to defeat than yourself??

Cripke swoops down to pick up his sword and charges. So we have to defeat me.

?I know y?all are strong, but I?m no slouch either. We need a plan to defeat her.? I look at Law for suggestions.

?Her?? Law looks confused.

?Yes, the boss. My copy?? I try to get him to understand. He still doesn?t seem to know what I?m talking about.

?The boss is a copy of me.? Law says.

Of course. If the pattern is the same, Cripke is over there attacking who he thinks is himself.

The boss is spry; she avoids every one of Cripke?s attacks. She doesn?t even try to attack him. Why?

?The boss is waiting for you and Lawson to join in. Then the boss will fight and purposely have you kill it.? The familiar man has me back in this sciency room again.

I start to piece things together. All the words the familiar man said make sense. My life in the fantasy world, or what I remember of it, seems too made up and every moment passes by too quickly. It?s almost like a video game.

Law is also here, but Cripke isn?t. ?Where?s Cripke??

?I couldn?t reach him. His emotions are running too wild. Get him further from the boss and I can reach him.? The familiar man says.

?How do we get out?? Law asks.

?The way you log out is through your weapons. Your weapons have buttons that appear where you hold them. In order to summon them, you have to differentiate between reality and the virtual world.?

Law and I look at each other, realizing we?re back in the game. Cripke is over there fighting the boss.

What is the difference between reality and the virtual world? How can I remember? This all feels so real.

Law looks at the ground. ?Well, according to that guy, we created all of this, right? Is that normal??

I squint at him. ?What do you mean??

?To create everything. Aside from you, Cripke, and I, everyone seemed in the background. It seemed too routine, too adventurous, and too ideal. Everyone listened to the three of us, knew the three of us, yet, do you remember a single one of your soldiers? names??

Unfortunately, no.

He continues. ?We lived like gods by creating this life. No matter how real it seems, it isn?t real at all. I don?t think any of us did anything to earn our ranks in this world. In the real world, I?ll bet that wasn?t the case. Everyone was important, and everyone contributed to a seemingly godless world.?

A little button appears on the tip of Law?s staff. He looks up at me and says, ?See you soon??

I nod, only kind of getting what he means and obstinately thinking that it?ll come to me if I think about it hard enough. ?Right.?

He presses the button and disappears.

My breathing is ragged, I notice. Wait a minute. Something seems weird. I take in a breath, and then I let it out. I hear it, I feel the warmth of it tingle on my hand, but I don?t feel it in my chest.

I look down at my torso, at the patched up wound. I test my theory by pressing hard on my chest. Tingling ripples down my body, not pain. The wound isn?t real.

A little button pops up on the hilt of my sword. Before I press it, I look up at Cripke and the boss still fighting. Now the boss is fighting back and Cripke is having to dodge. I can?t leave him back here.

I cling on to my sword and run up to Cripke.

?Good, about time.? Cripke smiles. ?Where?s L??

I stab Cripke in the side. I avoided any important organs, but the wound is fatal enough.

The boss stops and watches, an amused look on her face.

Cripke falls to the ground. I drag him to one side, away from the boss. I hope the familiar man can contact him now.

I need to keep the boss away from Cripke, so I jab forward with my sword. She dodges.

?I suppose I can still drag down one of you.? She says.

?What do you mean?? I say.

?I kill you, you die.? She avoids a slash. ?You kill me, you die?

?What?? That shocks me, even though it shouldn?t. Of course there would be some way to corner us.

?I want to run this world. They won?t shut it down with you still in it. So if I want to run this world and keep it alive, I need to kill you in the game.? She disarms me, forcing my sword to clang to the floor. She swoops down, picks it up, and breaks the hilt.

?No!? I cry, now at my knees. How am I supposed to get back now?

Wait a minute? the sword that dismantled my own looks exactly like mine.

I look back at Cripke? or at least where he was.

I look back at the boss when she points her blade at my chest. ?Anything you would like to say??

I know what I have to do. It?s my only possibility of getting out.

I take her hands and plunge the sword into my chest.

This is the one thing that I?ve seen surprise the boss. Her eyes widen and shock lightens her face. The pain is fake. I can only feel it tingle.

I press the button on the hilt of the sword.

?

           My eyelids widen like they never have before.

           Light forces my eyes to slam shut.

           Weight bears down on me.

           Cold metal presses on my arms, legs, and head.

           ?Kat!? I hear a far-away voice. At first it seems at a distance, then it shouts in my ear. ?Kat!?

           I force my eyes to stay open. I see Law?s, or Lawrence Lawson?s, worried face.

           ?Hey.? That croaky voice came from me?

           ?Hey.? Lawrence smiles.

           ?We did it.? Cripke, or Harry Cadman gets my attention.

           ?Weren?t we science fair competitors?? I ask. My actual memory starts to return.

           ?Yeah. I guess your project ended up cooler than mine. Remember? Then I helped you develop??

           ?A new circuit. Weren?t you the one who suggested making it more like AI?? I ask, messing with him with my croaky voice.

           Harry scratches the back of his head. ?My bad.?

           Lawrence and Harry help me out of the straps and sit me in a chair. They?ve adjusted to gravity and using muscles again, so I should be walking like them pretty soon. ?Did you shut it down?? I ask.

           ?Yes, we did.? The familiar man approaches. Right, I know who he is.

           I smile at him. ?Professor Jalufka. Hey. Thanks? for helping us out there.?

           Professor nods and smiles. ?Just don?t do that again.?

           ?Yeah?? I trail off.

I try walking. With a little difficulty, I become adjusted to feeling my muscles.

I didn?t understand when Lawrence and I were brainstorming ideas that it would ever get this far. It was just a science fair project. Harry joined in and we won a $1,000 prize at the college science fair. After that, we made it even better and kept going into it. In the end, what we got for it was our game literally sucking our lives away.

We walk out of the lab and leave that all behind. We go outside to be met with real light shimmering through the trees. Harry, Lawrence, and I keep walking under the canopy of trees until we reach the street, where the trees open up and allow the sun to break through. We all take in the pure light of the sun.

?This was what I came back for.? Harry says, feeling the warmth on his face.

I sigh, absorbing it as well.

Finally, just to be sure, I look down at my arm and pinch it. Pain, not tingling.

As it should be.