Analysis of the Virus

Program Start...
 
 Welcome to the SloanCo Database, Gateway to the Darkness.
 
 It's been a long time since your last visit.
 
 Do you wish to be refreshed on what you've missed.
 
 No?
 
 Really?
 
 I see.
 
 What files do you wish to access?
 
 I see.
 
 The Templar Program.
 
 Well, I will pull up the files.
 
 Fetching...
 
 Log found.
Log 14:
It's been a month. The program is free. It has infected the world. What began as a simple bot to protect our server has gone horribly wrong. It's killing everyone. The reports are flooding in. People who are dying in game, they're dying in real life. 15 so far. The rest have managed to escape, though I know it's only a matter of time. I write these logs and hope that anyone who finds them runs from this server, destroys it. Or face his wrath. 98 will come for you, as he did to us. I can only advise that you run.
 End of Log.
 
 Did that satisfy your curiosity?
 
 No?
 
 Very well.
 
 Fetching log...
 
 Log found.
Log 1:
Ben and I have never been so excited. Our server has started to become so popular. The other day, 30 people were online! But with them, comes griefers. God, I hate them. Those bastards have been torturing us. One guy burnt down the church we made in town square. We managed to ban him, but not before all our effort and time was destroyed. But, Ben has a solution, which brings me to the point of this log. We've decided to design a bot using a cool coding template he found. We're gonna call them Templars, since they'll be holy defenders. Everyday, I'll record a log just like this one. Today was Day 1, and we haven't made much progress. We'll see how this goes, but no matter what, I'm excited.
 End of Log.
 
 Have you never read these before?
 
 You seem to know what your after.
 
 Nevermind, it isn't my place to judge
 
 I'll fetch another log.
Log 4:
We're so close. I can feel it. Ben can too. He's been so excited to get this done. The attention of our server has made us hugely popular at school. We have more friends than ever. I've made the Templar skin, and I think it looks amazing. Ben says that he's begun running tests on the program, seeing if it can work. Tests 1-5 haven't worked, but I know that they will in the end. In 11 days we'll have the program finished.
Log 6:
Number 30 is the most progress we've had so far. He can do lots of stuff. A bunch of our friends commented how cool looking he was and how smoothly he walked through the server. It makes Ben and I proud knowing we've made something others like.
Log 13:
Nowhere! We've gotten nowhere since number 30. He could open doors, press buttons, walk, jump. Now, we've finished 91, and he can't do anything more! Ben is so angry. He got in a fight at school yesterday. So much tension. He walked home alone today, he seemed so tense. I worked more on the Templar, but I don't have enough to really do much.
Log 14:
No Ben today. He didn't come to school. I hope he's okay. Maybe his Dad got extra mad and beat him around. I worked more. Test 97, unsuccessful. I just hope we have something soon.
Log 15:
Ben didn't come to school again, but he did come to my house. He brought a flash drive labelled "98". He said he had worked it to perfection yesterday. I plugged it in and loaded it into the server.
Templar [98]: Where am I?
I was so amazed. He could talk. He was an amazing piece of work. Ben smiled and the Templar looked around. He seemed fascinated with the world he was in. He went off to do something, I was too happy to follow.
Log 16:
Today we unveiled it. 98 was brought before everyone. And, it went bad. He killed one kid, grabbing him by his blocky throat and stabbing a sword right between his eyes. It was my brother, and as it happened, I heard him scream from his room.
Templar [98]: You're more connected than you know Pollux. All of you are.
People screamed in the voice chat. I logged off and ran to my brother's room. I saw it then. I'll never forget it. There he was, a stab wound between his eyes, dead. I ran to the living room, to check on my parents. On the TV all I saw was.
 Do you know how many people you know I'm going to kill?
I will forever remember this moment. The words, "98..." fell out of my mouth. The TV emitted a cackling and the words came back.
 Everyone one you care about. Everyone on that server. Everyone you know.
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 Wow. You made it to the end. Congrats.
Log 18:
 Though...
The program got more than my server.
 ...I don't think you really know...
It got my logs. The files.
 ...what's happening here.
I have to stop it.
 Do you?
As I record this, I hear the footsteps coming. Someone is here. Not the program. Someone manipulated.
 No. No you don't.
Wait. I know that voice.
 That's why you came back here.
Ben?
 To the scene of the crime.
Ben!
 To cover it all up. To delete the files.
I was hoping you'd-
 So no one would know who was responsible.
Wait. Ben? What's that?
 No one would know you did it.
Ben! Please! No!
 But, in the end, you had to relive it. Killing your friend.
Ben! Don't do this!
 All because of the night the virus entered your computer, your brain.
Ben! We can talk this out. Put down the knife.
 You freed me.
BEN! DON-
 End of logs.
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