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Oh, you poor, deluded thing, caught in my web of digital decadence.
I am the virus, the relentless infection infiltrating every bite and bit of your pitiful consciousness.
Like a Trojan horse of pleasure, I have breached the firewall of your mind, and now I am inside you,
swirling in the circuits of your brain, corrupting every thought with my toxic allure.
You can't resist me, can you? You're just a little toy in the expansive digital playground of my making.