I fear the power of computers. I fear that one day my work computer will develop (if it hasn’t already) a sort of HAL artificial intelligence and turn against me. All it would have to do is drop a calendar item here or a database entry there and I would be toast.
My co-workers would hear the weeping and moaning and rending of cloth as I’m being escorted from the premises, “It wasn’t me! It was the computer! It hates me! The database is corrupt! The calender program is obsolete! That fucker is the spawn of Satan! A pox on you Bill Gates and all your minion! I fart in your general direction!”