Day 2,813

They're usually found in groups, voices whispering and glitching as they crept around the outskirts of civilisation. We called them Frags and we hoped that we'd never become them. I mean. sure the chances were still there with every login on the older systems but the latest versions promised a near negligible percentage of cerebral corruption.

Still though, Frags were becoming as common now as pigeons used to be. Some called their gatherings a flock, others a herd, and I called them a "Sorry I'm late boss, bloody Frags decided to camp out on the rails overnight and they were still cleaning up when I got there."

Now it's not that I don't have sympathy for them - I have friends who've become Frags and I even donate a portion of my income to support their families research into de-Fragging - but at the end of the day a fella needs to make a living and they're... not technically alive, I don't think.

It's hard to tell if they're alive from a distance, I mean even a computer can appear to be alive for a while. Nobody's been able to get close enough to a Frag or contain one long enough to properly study. They tend to flip out and start all moving not-Frags within an 8 foot radius, at the last corporate study's measure.

There's rumours going around that Frags can see into other dimensions and when they're glitching in and  out of view they're become enlightened enough to physically manifest in these dimensions. Personally I think they're just moving really fast.

But it's nice to pretend that they aren't suffering - they're travelling.