Robbin sat perfectly motionless at her desk, in front of her computer. Her eyes stared blankly at the screen. She was having trouble realizing what had just happened to her. Her senses slowly came back to her and she took the time to read what was on the screen.

The words didn't make any sense, and she read them again.

"You've been hit be the frozen statue virus..."

The what? she thought. What the hell is that, and how does it affect me, she wondered.

She struggled to move a muscle, but nothing responded, so she continued reading.

"This is a new type of computer virus. It doesn't just affect your PC, it also infects the user. You've been hypnotized by reading the email message, and now you are helpless."

The message was right, she couldn't move a muscle. She sat on a simple wooden chair. Her hands were frozen on home row on the keyboard, ready to type a response to her friend. Her legs were pretty much straight, except that her left foot was resting on top of her right. She wore a pair of black canvas cargo pants, a black halter top, and a long black trenchcoat. Black polished combat boots hugged her feet. Her simple blond hair hung loosely to her shoulders, framing her perfect young face. Her bright eyes showed extreme happiness, but her frozen lips were totally emotionless.

As she sat frozen, she continued to read the rest of the message.

"While you sit here frozen, this message is being sent to everyone in your address book. Soon they will be frozen statues, just like you are now. Once they've all become statues, you will be released from your pose and allowed to move again."

That was a relief, she thought to herself, as she finished the message. Soon she would be freed from this invisible prison and be allowed to move again.

The End
February 25, 2001