Yesterday, I caught or rather my computer caught a worm, a nasty little thing that screwed up a number of files and caused more than a few problems. It’s fixed now, but I can’t help but reflect on a few things about the experience.
First, I am mystified at the motive of the creators. The Worm I caught was designed to bring down my computer on a certain date, and to reproduce itself as broadly as possible. This seems purely malicious. I can understand taking over a computer for monetary gain, or taking down a network in a conflict. I suppose my particular worm could have that purpose, but from what I gather looking across the various sites that discuss how to de-worm computers, it had none of this particular reasons.
Why spread had and discontent just for pure malicious glee? Is the personal gain in such acts just that feeling the creator gets from the accomplishment of mayhem. Without the motive of money or national pride, what is left?
Because I aspire to write, this brings to mind character, or characters. What are people like who write a worm and unleash it. Do they have children, and do they love them? What do their friends know of their exploits in virtual space? Is this a pastime that thrives in isolation or is this a group experience where people get off on what they do?
To me, these people are like the the teens that lived as vampires and killed their parents. There is something inherently wrong with these people, something dark. To write them you have to make them human. That is difficult, becasue a writer has to figure out what makes them tick.
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