Malware“Damn.”
Jay sat back from his screen, fingers paused over his keyboard. A window with the words Unknown Process Detected overlaid his screen. Details filled the window: memory usage, IO, CPU load. The numbers blurred as they counted up.
So much for his new algorithms. This wasn't supposed to be possible.
His fingers rattled over the keyboard, bringing up new windows, drilling down into details. He tried to kill the virus. No good; some controlling process he wasn't seeing resurrected it immediately.
“Damn,” he said again.
“What you got, Jay?”
Maddy, his line manager, spoke without looking up from her own screen. She sat on the other side of the office. It was late. Everyone else had left hours ago. The office blocks of Canary Wharf outside the window were just grids of square
