Beneath the mask of phantom busy - working, he called up his best diagnostics and sicced them on his headware. When all systems came up nominal, he looked for anything out of place, anything he hadn’t put there. Nothing. Still, something seemed wrong. He checked again and again, almost obsessively, watching for hidden things, until he found something: a file swollen bigger than it should have been, an executable file. And not just any file, but his headware’s main resource file—the heart and soul of his internal systems.