No.
You won't pay again.
You go to your closet.
Pull out an old backup drive—cold, dusty, analog.
You boot up your dusty 2005 laptop.
No Wi-Fi.
No Bluetooth.
No mic.
Just code.
You upload a virus you wrote back in high school.
Simple. Crude.
But it's hungry.
You connect it to your router for one last shot.
The lights flicker.
The room heats up.
Fans spin like jet engines.
Then—everything goes dark.
No fan noise.
No buzz.
No ping.
You fried everything—yourself included.
Your screens stay black.
Forever.
The internet forgets you.
No traces.
No backups.
No ransom note.
You win.
But you vanish.