“What the fuck? What's going on? Have I utterly misplaced it?”As I stare panicky on the dot unable to resolve what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of textual content seems as an alternative.[Installing files. 1% done…]As I watch the textual content in shock, the proportion progressively will increase. […2%...3%...4%...]I transfer to the lounge in a zombie-like method, too shocked to assume clearly and lie down on the sofa.“One thing is unsuitable with me; I feel I lastly misplaced my sanity…”[…12%...13%...14%...]Unable to have an effect on the state of affairs within the least, I stare dejectedly on the share improve, whereas my thoughts begins exploring the potential explanations. Ultimately, as the proportion hits 90%, I slim it down to a few prospects.The primary risk is that I'm in truth nonetheless unconscious and that is all a product of my thoughts. I pinch myself and whimper on the ache, as in my nervousness I used virtually all my energy.Nope, the primary is out.The second risk is that I've utterly misplaced my thoughts and am affected by delusions. Hmm, I can't exclude this, however whereas potential, I don’t assume that that is it. The one factor out of the strange is that fucking line of textual content.The third risk …[Installation successful!]The textual content disappears and a brand new message seems in my eyes…The third risk … is that I gained a system. I learn the message with my mouth agape on the implications.[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]Fuck…