Story #3 by Viruswitch:

To Kevin all that mattered was “Root”. He just had to be “Root”. All he kept thinking for the past months was: “Root”. That little word became an obsession; the obsession resulted in strange female voices that haunted his mind, especially at nights. It had been more than a month since he last saw a man, not to think of a woman.

“We are Root and we are Underground! We have the power that you seek!” The female voices insisted on hypnotizing him and then laughing at him. His enthusiasm grew and unable to resist, he followed them through the cyberspace. The Root-Fairies had taken over now, he was just an instrument.

In the past he would be aimlessly wondering through the cyber world looking for “Root” but his new underground friends, in the voices of the Root-Fairies, pointed out the location. All he had to do is work out the root-password and wait. But the fairies suddenly abandoned him. “Our work is finished here” they said. Kevin fell deeply into the dark abyss of his depression. He was devoid of divine inspiration, helpless, an insomniac, and a lot more, but yet not “Root”. Or so he thought.

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