If you begin searching the web for tendrils of the Great Alarm

You find out that many of the spams and computer virus's out there come directly from the Great Alarm. You begin following the electronic trail backwards from your infected computer back to the source. You have to wipe the hard drive over and over again as strong hacks bring the system down. All along this time you have a craving for metal. The taste of metal powder brings you more pleasure than anything else. You start ingesting more and more of it and getting sicker and sicker. Your skin turns gray and it slowly replaced by machine parts. You are no longer you, just a machine attached to a computer. What once was you has a keyboard for a hand and it spends it's time spamming the good people of the world with meaningless and pointless ads. People can't even buy anything in the ads, they are only there to annoy them. What once was you is dead, long live the new machine.

The End