Useful Program(?)

'Now.... I KNOW I didn't hear that externally. That definitely came from my mind! That was more internal than airpods!'

'Well, whatever is happening... my priority right now is escaping! I don't want to go to jail!'

With this thought in mind, Borken took a look at the situation and saw a police officer outside the mansion running towards the entrance! Suddenly, he heard a groan coming from beneath him... underneath the bookshelf?

"OH SHIT!" 'I crushed a police officer?! Thats.... too much time in jail!' Borken knew his only chance was to run away, and the only direction to run.... was left! Borken bolted towards his left, focusing on escaping. 'Mansions like this have a large amount of rooms and doors, so as long I keep running, I'm likely to find a door leading outside!'

Suddenly, like an electric shock going through his brain, Borken was suddenly racked with an immobilizing, mind-numbing head pain. Falling to the ground with a thud, Borken focused on trying to get up and keep running away. 'Was I hit with a stun gun? Maybe an actual gun?' Large amounts of indecipherable information start flashing through Borkens head, which completely distracted him from committing any action apart from groaning on the floor with pain. Among this information were some intermittent prominent words which got stuck in his mind, resonating more and more with each additional word.

"ERROR" "IO.NETTY" "ERROR EXISTS: FILE" "$ABSTRACT$CHANNEL"

Suddenly, all the errors seem to cumulate at once as both Borkens sight and hearing were overloaded with an extremely large amount of completely useless information! Borkens mind went blank as he was overstimulated with garbage information. Then, as if it never existed, it all seemed to stop at once as a mental shock-wave dispersed from Borkens brain.

Borken slowly came back to his senses as he stood back up. 'What was I doing.... OH RIGHT THE POLICE!' Borken quickly turned his body to look behind himself, expecting to see the impending police officer... only to see the second police officer on the ground, unconscious.

Borken was shocked! 'HOLY SHIT! Two police officers down!? Oh hell no! I just wanted to look around this abandoned house! This here is enough to land me in jail for life!' With that thought in mind, Borken ran out of the house. Another voice then appeared in his head, different from the previous ones.

"File is damaged! Would you like to repair?"

'???' This was the same thing Borken heard when he tried to repair the file as he put it on the Floppy Disk. The same Floppy Disk which... went inside his head...

The voices in his head and his worries about the police made him want nothing more but to simply go back to his house and rest. Suddenly, Borken had a thought, and stopped running to look around him. 'I'm not being followed by the police, good! I guess those two were alone.' Then, he continued running home.

As Borken approached his house, he slowed down. He took out his keys, and opened the gate to his fence. Living alone, he often thought that his house was way to big for him, having two stories and a basement, but now, it was a welcome sight to be back home after what he had experienced today. As he walked into his house, a voice rang out again in his head.

"File is damaged! Would you like to repair?"

Borken sighed. 'Lets see... have I gone insane? As far as I remember, the Floppy Disk clearly entered my head, and said disk had the code I had copied from the computer. I've heard this File is damaged sound three times. One when copying the files, and two of them in my head.....'

Borken felt stifled inside. 'Clearly, the natural conclusion is that the program is in my mind now. So either that happened, or I went insane. Both are not things I can deal with...'

Whatever the case was, he would have to deal with it. This was something that Borken knew clearly. Therefore, he sat down and resolutely said, "Repair."

"Beginning File Repair..... 0%..... 1%.....2%.... ERROR!"

'???' Borken was done with this, why is the Repair program crashing again!? No matter what he thought however, the program kept going.

"ERROR! Beginning IO.NETTY!"

"END OF STREAM. INVALID HANDLER! CODE 503 INVALID KEY!"

"Analyzing.... 0%....0%... Pixel format not accelerated!"

"Warning! Repair_Program.EH has detected that Repair_Program.EH is corrupted or damaged! Would you like to repair?"

Borken was speechless. The repair program was damaged? If that's the case, how could it possibly repair itself! Despite this, Borken knew he simply couldn't disregard the programs in his mind, and replied, "Yes."

"Repairing Repair_Program.EH. This might take a while. 0%.... 0%... OutOfMemoryError! Shutting Down!"

"Out of Memory!? Is it saying my brain isn't powerful enough!?" Borken calmed down and thought about it. He was not a computer, what energy could the program possibly use? He can't just give it RAM or part of his brains processing power. Could he turn it back on? Would just thinking it work? Saying these things out-loud is the way to make people think I'm insane.

'Open Repair Program.'

"Welcome to the 66-- OutOfMemoryError! Shutting Down!"

.....

It seemed he wouldn't be able to do anything with the repair program anymore. So be it. Wasn't there another program in his mind as well? What was it... the 666 Source Code? What an edgy name...

'Open 666SourceCode.'

.....

It seems that's not what it's called. Borken thought a bit... 'If I just say a bunch of names, eventually one might work?'

'Open 666Program.'

'Open Program'

'Open All Files.'

Borken felt something churning in his mind, had it worked?

"Welcome to the 66-- OutOfMemoryError! Shutting Down!"

...

Borken was exhausted. All of this taking place in his mind was using too much energy. He remembered all the errors that he was hearing back in the mansion, and the main thing in that Floppy Disk was the Code. Could it be so corrupted it won't even open?

Either way, Borken was done trying to figure this out. Perhaps, after he went to sleep and woke up, he would never hear the voices again, and find it was all a dream. That, or his insanity would be cured.

Borken brushed his teeth and checked his phone. He had a couple new messages from his friends. He was suddenly reminded, he was going to go out to the beach with his friends tomorrow! He was going to have a great time tomorrow and no voices in his head would stop him!

With that thought in mind, he went to bed and fell asleep.